The Virginia enterprise., 1909-07-23
By .. c. c..8urgess

Hetsy Grace was young and beauti-
Iul-very beautiful. Golden hair; blue
eyes, fresh complexion, buxom figure;
sne was everything attractive. She
would have done excellently for the
heroine of modern novel, externally;
out look within. She was very honest
and wholesome-minded, and almost in
conveniently candid. That surely con-
demns her for the role. Everything
she felt or did was thorough, and al
though, doubtless, she possessed one,
she was never reminded that she had
liver.
She had ever been content with life
as she found it; but content is not
quite the same as happiness. Like all
healthy girls she was 20-she had al
ways entertained hope of marrying
an exceptionally attractive and i'm
mensely wealthy man.
Unlike the many, she was now going
to realize this ambition; nor did her
good fortune end here-she loved this
paragon devotedly, and he, whole
heartedly, reciprocated her affection.
Content was changed into radiant hap
p1ness. There was no need for wait.
ing; the wedding was to be at once.
She knew her paragon could never
prove faithless; he had told her so. It
is only those who have never known
who murmur, What nonsense!"
Nothing else could she think of that
could possibly come between her and
bliss, and she mentally crowed.
The honeymoon was over. Betsy
had enjoyed it. and what was more,
was not ashamed to say so. They had
motored from place to place in her
husbands car. Though perfect, he
was one Of those monsters bred of the
twentieth century, the motor fanatic
Betsy was the most obliging of girls,
and, it must not be forgotten, adored
her husband. She had struggled to
cultivate deep interest in motors in
general, and the motor in particular
But. after month, she was bound to
admit she had failed; and being one OF
the few who cannot put feeling in
the window of which they have not 4
large stock within, this grieved her not
little.
1t wasn't that the paragon desired
her to understand the cars "innards; -
on The contrary, he was not a prude
but he shared the opinion of many
melt, that girl with truly mechani
cal mind is almost indecently unmaid
enly.
But in spite of this he discussed mo
tor matters necessarily, and referred
to his own car as "she" Betsy coulC
hardly believe it Of herself; but to this
latter she had strong objection.
He. Of course, drove his car; and
needless to say, drove it recklessly
She was not coward, but life was toe
good to be risked at every sharp cor:
ner; so she chose staying at home
while he went forth, worrying desper
ately till he returned.
His leisure time was spent in tinker
ing. He loved her none the less; she
knew that to her comfort; but the
time and attention spent away from
her she grudged. The thing had {
body certainly, but no soul-wha1
charm could it have?
For long time she said nothing
about this growing feeling. She tried
to see her own foolishness, knowing /,
was there, but failed.
Like everything kept to oneself Its
development was abnormal, until she
was bound to admit that it's name was
Jealousy"
Then she told her husband. He
laughed-of course he did. Could q
man, however fond, understand such a
sentiment? Could man, be he ever SO
loving, comprehend onehalf a WON.
ans feelings?
He spent less time over the car
thinking to please her; but she knew
his motive, and was sorry she had
spoken.
She grew to hate the sight Of the
motor, and she did that which she SO
disliked her husband doing. She men
tally called it "she."
This was fatal. A feeling of vim.
dictiveness was bound to follow.
For the first time in her life Betsy
developed nerves. She was easily irri.
tated, and when the motor was men.
toned she felt-weE, it's difficult to
explain-but the feeling was rather
like impending combustion.
She had a good fund Of common
sense, and decided she needed q
change. She told her husband they
must go away somewhere for a bit.
'Very we'll, DEAR" he replied. "What
do you say to running down to Brigh.
ton in the car, and then
She interrupted him.
Il think I've changed my mind:
We'll stop at home"
What q fool l am" thought Betsy
with everything to make me happy
and yet letting this ridiculous jeal
ousy" (for 80 she now called it out