The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-03-02
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him, her never knowing him when
he comes. You can't wonder that a
man like that, still young, does not
want a constant drag like the care
of her would be-
Il went home; and on the journey
thought a great deal Cecil met me
at Euston, and We went to tea to-
gether.
Il said to him, DO you know that
it has only today struck me that if
marriage is dissoluble for you and
| Amy, il is dissoluble for you and
me? Suppose we hav- a railway ac-
cident on our honeymoon, and you
lose your reason, VIII you like to
think of me married to somebody
else?'
He was very angry. L wouldn't
have let You go if l had known that
it would make you morbid, he said.
The whole point is, of course, that
| should not know what was hap
pening. any more than if was dead
I believe Amy does | said. The
, nurse said she thought she would be
happier if you took her out of the
asylum, and let her be in your house
| think she thought it possible her
mind might improve. Poor little soul,
she talked to me about you and
the child all the time, and it was
rather horrible and terribly pathetic
This is quite absurd. She does
not know me when | go there, she
never speaks, and they say she hard
ly ever mentions me or the child
now
81 told him then all that she had
said to me. And / expressed to him
the feeling of which my mind was
full-namely, that he had duty to
his wife, that he ought not to mink
of her as one who had passed out
of reach of his love. He could not,
of course, be to her what he could
be to me. But this was a calamity
that he must bear | SAID, II you
had a little son who lost his reason,
he would still be your son; or
father, who was a drunken repro
bate, he would still be your father.
You could not help that. And Amy
tress, and | should eel that / was
So
His only answer to all this was
that my present mood was one of
mawkish emotionalism, and that it
would wear off. 1t was the inheritance
from generations of Calvanistic an.
cestors, but my own powerful mind
would triumph over such bondage
very soon.
Then began the most terrible
month of my life. Even now, looking
back, l feel the scorching, soaring
heat of the furnace | went through.
held to my resolution for many
days. Cecil brought against me al
the arguments, all the persuasions,
all the fervor of passion of which he
was capable. He read me books, he
took me to hear lectures, he him |
self argued. and he was a brilliant |
man. And above all, he loved me. |
He gave me his terms. All or moth |
ing. If | would not marry him, |
should never see his face again.
"It is not Likely that ] could with
stand him forever / had no strong
hold to which to flee. mad thought
Of commandments for so long as
Conventions that | should have been
to urge any law of God or
nan as a justification of my atti-
.ude. My only ground was that of
ientiment-of altruism, perhaps you
night call it. And it was not strong
enough to stand the onslaughts of
yreat passion. More and more the
question of right and wrong faded
rom sight. till at last | knew that.
10 matter what happened afterwards
no matter what misery awaited us
n the future-I must marry him in
he present, or | might run the risk
f joining poor Amy in her mad
ouse.
MY final surrender was perhaps