Evening star., 1911-08-20

He dropped into his chair beside her again and garcd
the window curtain. Mrs. Cheyne leaned one
elbow the arm of her chair that was nearest him
and sighed deeply
why is it that we always marry the wrong people?
If life wasn't SO much of joke, I'd be tempted to cry
over the fability of Nature The love OF ones teens
is the only love that undiued with other motives,
the only love that really what love meant to be-
It's perfectly heavenly; but of it's entirely
practical Marrying ones first love Is lconoclasn II S
sacrilege. PROCLAMATION, and ought to be prohibited
by law. First love meant for memory only,-to
sweeten other memories later on,-but it never
meant for domestcation. Rose petals among cabbage
leaves. Incense amid the smells of apartment
Kitchen
She sank back in her chair again and unused drcily,
her eyes the open fire.
ats pretty madness" she sighed. Romance
thrives on unrealites. What has it in common with
the butcher? You know, she paused and gave quick
little laugh, "you know Cheyne and fell in love at
first sight. He adorable boy and he made love
like angel. He had lot of money too, almost as
much as had but he didn't let that spoil him-not
then He used to work quite hard before we were mar
RED and was really useful citizen
"Niatrimony ruined him. 1t does men, He got
to be comfortable and contented in his condition
that he forgot there anything else in the world
but comfort and content-even He began to get
fat and bald. Don't you hate bald headed men with
boards? He sleek, shiny, and respectable that
he got on my nerves. He didn't want 60 anywhere
but to symphony concerts and the opera. Sometimes
he played quite dolefully the cello insisted
doing when had people in to dinner 1t really
very nconsderate of him when everyone wanted to be
Jolly He began making collection of celoS too which
stood around the walls of the black
like cofins. Imagine like that! The thing had
mistaken for poetry, for sentiment, had degencr
ated into kind of 1abby senmentality which extended
to all of the commonpaces of existence; found that
it wasn't really that he loved at all. 1t was love
that he loved. | had made similar mistake. We dis
covered it quite casually evening after dinner"
She broke off with sigh What's the use! sup
is old story Time has melowed it agreeablyi yours
is newer
I'm very sorry for you. But you know that I'm
sorry I've told you so before l think understand
you better now
~And you,7 and then, softly "N1rs. Wray was your
first love?7
NO he muttered "she was my last"
Mrs. Cheynes lids dropped and she looked away
from him. Had Wray been watching her he would have
discovered that the ends of her lips ckerng
the verge of smile but Wrays gaze was on the and
irons.
They sat there in silence for moments; but
Wray, who first spoke restored her self compace1cy
YOUR very kind to me- he said slowly. You say
YOU like because I'm different from other fellows
here. suppose am. was born different, and guess
| grew up different. If you think I'm worth while.
then I'm glad grew up the way did He got up and
walked slowly the length of the room. She watched
him doubtfuly, wondering what was passing in his
mind She learned in moment for when he ap-
preached her again he leaned her chair and without
the slightest warning put his arms around her and
kissed her again and again on the lips.
She did not struggle or resist. 1t seemed impossible
to do So and she too bewildered for moment to
do anything but SIT staring DlklN before ner he Was
a strange sh-a most extraordinary fish, which rose
only when one had stopped fishing 1t the way he
did it that appalled, her, for he was 50 brutal and so
cold blooded When he released her. she abruptly,
her face pale and her lips trembling.
~How could you9" she said. "How could you?' And
then with conposure she turned and pointed to-
ward the door Il wish you d please goat once But
he stood staring at her she obliged to repeat,
Don't YOU hear me? | want you TO go and not to
come back Isn't that plaino Or would you prefer to
have me ring for a servant?
1op't her he said with a
don't want go | want to stay here with you. That
what | came for"
She walked to the door and stood by the bell.
"Do YOU wish me to ring?"
"Of course not"