Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-11-22
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careful may end by liking you. That
would be terrible predicament-if
we're to be enemies"
1T wouldv'
Eyes, for you." she flashed back.
because then should have to make
you like me- But don't be nervous
I shan't try. You're more interesting
as-you arr"
II am relieved" Shesnoted with sur
prise that his ironical bow was easy
and not ungraceful.
There have been men who feared
to displease me, Mr.. McAdoo."
tive no doubt there are such men,"
And Bob's tone did not convey high
tribute to the class. But don't hap
pen to be one of them"
.'Nor, am. ! afraid Of you. Mr. Nc.
Adoo. /" she countered 81 was for one
moment that day in the theater. You
startled me, having caught me-
Having caught you in a contemp-
tible act he interrupted quietly.
Trying to cast doubt upon the SINGER
ity Of man who was total stranger
to you"
The amused CLEAN died out Of her
eyes. She flushed angrily.
II have a constitutional antipathy
for men of your type, Mr.. McAdoo."
people don't do that sort Of thing
merely because of constitutional an
tipathy. had done nothing to harm
you. You had nothing to gain by at
lacking my motives-of which you
could know nothing-or by making
Paul Remington discontinued with his
advancement, as you have persisted in
doing since. The women know don't
do that sort Of thing. Even men Of
my sort. whom you despise"-there
was trace of bitterness in these last
words-'would call it contemplate"
you are right" she said quietly.
ut was contemptible, and have been
ashamed Of myself ever since. / was
ashamed when you caught me at It, I
had no right to do it, no excuse.
apologize"
An ugly sneer twisted his mouth as
he replied. Its easy enough to apollo
gize. but what good Is 1t after the mis-
chief is done"
Il hardly expected you to be gener-
ous," she answered his sneer gravely.
"But now-wAat? You didn't come
here merely to convict me Of dis
honorable act, suppose?''
Hardly. I'm a busy man. I sup.
pose I came to make a useless re-
quest
what is the request. or is it COM
mand?
He looked at her steadily for min
ute before he answered. She saw the
line Of his lips become thinner and the
muscles Of his jaw tighten. ITO let
Paul Remington co.
ut seems" she replied mockingly.
"that Mr.. McAdoo in spite Of his boast
ed friendship cares nothing for the
happiness of his friend
you won't understand" he said at
last slowly, "when explain it. You're
right when you say care nothing for
his happiness-at least what you mean
by the word. You don't mean happi-
ness, Mrs. Gilbert. You mean to glut
the appetite, to yield to the mating in
stinct, to follow the lines Of least re.
sistance. Only the very strong can
afford happiness as you mean it. To a
weak man that sort Of happiness means
Gripping his natural force. enslaving
himself to outside influences. There is
only one true happiness-the content
that comes from being real, original
force. The man who would be this.
Mrs. Gilbert, must own and control
himself absolutely. For Paul Reming-
toms greater, true happiness I do
care"
But what about me?'
"He is nothing to you."
Gas you mean It. no-just now. But
for the future. why not? You never
can tell. Mr.. Remington is talented.
He is magnetic. like him better than
I like most men. 1t is quite possible
that I shall in time develop a deeper
interest In him. And, besides. Mr..
McAdoo, your opposition gives him
new value. Did you forget to consid-
er when you came to ask me to send
him away what about my happiness? 2"
She concluded her question with =
smile
ls,,.. Mrs Gilbert, your happiness did
not, does not. enter into my calcula-
tons at all"
Winters early dusk was falling out
hide. leaving only the freight to light
the room. She was very beautiful as
the soft glow fell upon her face.
We're good deal alike. you and I.
You have taken everything you want,
I've been given everything except the
things that count most. We're both
very selfish. You make the excuse
that you have to be selfish to realize
your ambitions. I have the excuse
that life hasn't treated me very kind
". and neither excuse Is valid. I sus-
pect. You're not slave to conscience,
and I-well. I'm afraid I'll never let
conscience stand between me and hap.
piness. You have few friends. I've
had plenty to admire me because I'm
not bad 10 suok at and can turn wit
~ phfase occasionally. But none has
ever cared for me because none saw
In me chose womanly qualities which
are % much finer than beauty or Wit.
Paul Remington seems to al both our
-ants. He II vonr one friend. He