The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1910-03-10

What beautiful bindinesr she sighed. dropping
TO her knees to study them I'VE have just few
Dick will buy them. though he knows can, afford
them. Shelly, Swinburne. Keats, heats. Keats!
Why. you must have copies OF all the editions tina,
printed She Strengthened herself, and
still kneeling, stared at Miss Fletcher. who had
moved away across the and absently
picking the dead leaves from a lowering plant.
Il thought had about all there WERE" she con-
tinued in a moment. but you have many
What exquisite covert" she exclaimed taking a
volume from the shelf and opening il carefully.
Let me show YOU this carving" Miss Flcteher's
voice broke in abrubtly-it was almost harsh, and
she advanced brusquely-"Such a beautiful carving:
friend brought the other day from Japan; you
it,
But Mrs. Witherby seemed unaware of any inter
ruption Turning the leaves of the volume she held
she whispered:
They are all rlarked-the he is always
raving over and wanting to read aloud" As il
consciously, she turned to the front OF the volume
but suddenly she closed il resolucly and rising ad-
vaneed upon Miss Fletcher, who had stood waiting
and watching her nervously. Il didn't look see
who gave it to you," she said 81 don't need to. I
know now. You are the other always
knew there one"
There always is one" said Miss Fletcher facing
her gravely
Yes" Mrs Witherby conceded but Tor you he
never would have all those whims, those tastes
if you like that better. None of the rcs,-his brothers
and sisters-have them. This room is full OF his
fads.' she went on, sweeping it with unfrendly
eyes Why just now, when you took away those
lilies, with such look of distrust. il over me
in flash. He can't endure their perfume either.
The sweetest things' wanted them for my wedding
bouquet but then l had to give them up I
didn't know why But know now" she added,
bitterly-"it was because you didn't like them"
Just possible l didn't bccausc-he didn't" sns-
gestcd Miss Fletcher.
mo! No! Men don't have those f,,c;.e H.,
queer because you made him so. And have to be
queer-as far as l can-bccause you were SO. It's
insulting!" And dropping upon 4 couch Mrs. Wither-
by turned her head away and lie, her eyes gaze into
vacancy.
4 him week or two ago." the other woman
began from her seat across the room No. mean
SAG him., she repeated Mrs Witherby started
and looked Please understand that had no suspi-
cion he living here when happened this place
He walking that day him. and passed hin,
in cab. He did look very queer as YOU call it.
wondered if it could be he don't believe hurt hin,
very much. He has grown stout; and he looked com
Portable and-pardon me. since speaking very
frankly-a little bored"
He is comfortable" asserted the wife: Il hone
make him And if he bored sometimes why so are
all after they've been married and settled hall
dozen years-f they happy"
"He-says so:'
He doesn't need to say so' answered Mrs Withesby
the color rising in her checks Il can see for myself"
rsng she began to pace and down speaking in her
low. sweet voice if unconscious of the other wonans
presence. 1T such beautiful time - she sighed
"A dream filled with visions Of spring time. with
low, delicious laughter and the pure JOY of living The
things of life turned faces on us for tn.
FIRST time knew the mysterious happiness that 6s the
depths OF the woods the aching sweetness of the
hermit-thrushs lonely note The moon shonc for -
alone above the quiet meadows or lighted us As vs..
raced hand in hand the long sparkling slopes Il
winter. The poets sang for u.s. leaning down to or
hearts; Music made her lutte and renbled respon
sive in breath. Every smallest atom in my wfo,.
body lived and exuted in lving-and what felt he fet
had only to look in his eyes to be of it," Her
voice had risen with the rising tide of memory and she
stood now exalted, smiling
haf-stifled cry called her back IF it vas an 50
beautiful the other woman sobbed, why didn't you
go on?"
DO dreams go on?" The exquisite voice had lost It's
exultant note and very gentle They %
last thousand years while dreaming then:
their memory is often part of lives, but when
wake they gone like bubble that bursts. II was
dream, mirage of youth There is nothing to
any tears on. believe He had to 60 work. lad
his way to make, had yos to marry by and BY. rad
my vocation calling me- even then my foot On
the ladder. could not stay any longer for . dream
since dreams do last AS she spoke she crossed the
and dropping to her knees, bent her smooth, dark
head above the fair disheveled that still half
buried in the pillows.
don you see that If was all dream! she whispered
gently, "A drearn-nothing And don't you that
II am the other woman. he was another man: The
you married you have always had; he never
mine And she added rising to her feet, mine
never yours"
Yes, perhaps So, and Mrs. Withe.by. rising also.
ignored the traces of her tears and smiled rather
crooked little smile. But all the same, have to live
with your Keath and your Bottices and-and 30 with
out my lilies" she ended whimsically
And IL asked the other. holding oct her hand "fs
there nothing go without. 1t is the
Goodbye Count me for the Babiea
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