New-York tribune., 1911-12-17
nv KATHARINE HOLLAND BROWN

swell, know one wife who won't be IN the oa'.-
qround-not 50 YOU would notice it, 1t was the Grss-
hoppers strident voice her vicious little aush. Inc
group laughed with her
light, Just as always. Poor old Wayne! ,..~
~Poor WAYNE. indeed, How does he stand II,
Not muscle stirred in Berthines slender body Tor
her life, she could not move
WHY doesn't he tone her down.?
w "Tone her down." The Pyramids heTce, hana-
some old profile reared bellgcrent. As the AdmirAs
sister the Pyramid discussed the affairs q his Suhor,
dnates with royal candOr. "lone down pThue IIe'
What that dear boy has to endure! Did you hear her
dare Ensign Curtis to dance g Wltn her At ly .C(P
ton tonight An officers wife She is equal t. IT, too
you bet she is! She can tear of an Apache rag 10
beat the band" Thus Jimmy the irreverent under his
breath
1t is tragic. To see Wayne's career 50 blocked by
"lIy dear louisa The Admrals hard blue eyes
met his sisters granite gray III you ladies must
pursue this topic will beg to be excused. Come
on Stuyvesant' He graspcd his aid arm and stamped
angry away. 80
The Pyramid glarcd after them. "Oh, very we'll
But ANYTHING fagrant-
How she does push and eectoneer for him! muT-
INJURED the Mousetrap. And he is so quiet, and ch'a'
rous and reServed-' ,
1T was misallance from the start" The Pyramid
WAS in the saddle again "She is fourteen years the
Younger and of totally different stock. Her parents
e-ah-civilians her father, Southern Congress
man. Oh well enough; but qute-er -impoSSI.'.
Borthine's mouth grew dry. Her charming. spend
thrift father her pretty worried mother VINO meyer "
a cabfare nor dependable servant but tralIcd real
lace and Paquin gowns to her last breath Yes tNey
had been impossible quite impossible!
Poor boy! The modification is so cruel! Tie shows
it."
Yes, the Mousetrap was right: Wayne showed IT.
Under Bcrthines dazed eyes scraps OF recollection we're
sliding into hideous mosaic So Wayne was suffering
for her! SO WAYNE had always suffered
The voices fickered on Every syllable drew blood
But with the sunset gun the women and Saunteed
down the beach.
Berthine sat moveess Her soft flesh might have
been marble.
Finally she stumbled across the ROOM Shrinking
she peercd into her mirror.
You'd better try to think OF something elsc. She
spoke grimy to her aShen young image. III there was
lust something else to think about
However, there nothing else to think oi. Ana
every thought cut to the heart.
Then her Shamed misery veered TO an anger that
stabbed deeper still. Why had Wayne kept silence
Why had he not told her, gently, that al her gay,
audacous diplomacy could bring him only Illumination:
Il think she spoke gravey to her mirror. think
that tonight shall give them something 10 pity N"yie
for in good earnest Yes, they shall have rel reason
to pity WayneT
THREE hours later, Wayne's heavy step pounded
along the hail. "Bcrthinei Ready, Dear, SofIE
I'm late Why are YOU sitting in the dark, my money
Bcrthinc pitched 10 her feet. The room bla-et VII"
light In that binding glare, she seemed TO leap iIo"
the darkness, TALL Swayng flame
The man started. "Bcrthinc! What on e"I'A ."''
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