The Glenwood post., 1912-05-25
In the Second
Row Back

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even tones.
Here are the theater tickets l
bought last week. If you care to go.
We may as we'll pass the time there as
n any other way"
Before answering she closed her
book and placed 1t carefully upon the
table. She gave no hint Of haste nor
Of the response that passed through
her at his words.
"Since you have the tickets, yes"
Just as she feared, he caught her
wrist as she passed and held her in
a firm grasp.
Marian, what sense is there in this
stubbornness? You know that / do
not care so much for the reason of
your going as 1 do your not telling
me-"
She tried to free herself "That is
not true" she gasped. You want to
know why ! went there. I'd have told
you, some time, If you'd trusted me-
but, Marian, l hear you've been 60
ing there for month. and I've known
nothing of 1t. You knew I'd hate
thing like that"
Your informant ought to have
found out more Why not have him
try again? I'll never tell you, never
No matter what happens. Tll-never
-tell-yod."
He dropped her hand at that, and
she went on into the other room.
When she returned she had all her
emotions well in control.
They reached their seats In the the
ater just as the curtain went up. In
the half light Marian removed her hat
and coat, and tried to settle herself to
gather the threads thrown out In the
hrst act
Suddenly into the strained silence Of
the audience came a voice. "She says
she doesn't love him but she'll marry
him."
1t was girls voice, and there was
familiar ring in 1t to Marian. Did
she say she'd marry him?" This time
it was an older, more cautious voice.
Yes, but she does not love him"
There was a stir and a wavering tit
ter among those within hearing.
Marian sighed and wondered If ever
again she should feel so much inter.
est in anything as one could hear in
that girls voice. The play held moth
ing for her She wondered how it was
with James. To her the pretense
of enjoyment was becoming bur
den and she wished that they had not
come.
"She says she does not love him. but
he'll never know. Oh, it's awfully ex-
citing!" Again Marian felt the stir in
the audience, again she longed to see
the play with the heart and eyes of
the girl. If she could keep her
thoughts upon the actors she must for
get, for little while, her heartache.
He says he's buttinski. Oh, he's
the funniest"
The curtain fell, tho lights flashed
up. Marian found herself in state of
painful bewilderment Sometimes
when she and James talked it over be-
tween the acts, they could come to
better understanding of the play. She
took cautious glance at her husband.
He was sitting severely straight and
still.
Marian gave up all thought of
following the play. An unexpect-
ed tragedy had come into her own
life, and nothing could blot it from
her mind. Each moment she was be-
coming more frightened at the out
come of her quarrel. They could not
go on like this.
Hector says he'll stand by her to
the end, If he dies for It," 1t was the
girls voice again in explanation.
Marian felt relaxation of her tense
nerves. oh. what time she should
have had to keep James quiet if.
She was back at the old worry again.
1t pressed harder. She began to be-
lieve that she could not bear 1t much
longer. She would have to tell James,
but things could never be the same
again. He had doubted her and he
had been SO cruel about 1t that he had
forced her to tell.
Marian glanced at her husband. He
cleared his throat and changed his DO
sition. The voice in continued con-
versation was tantalizingly familiar.
Cautiously Marian moved her head.
Just little way. and then
"Oh, mamma, there's the lady that
comes to Helen's to give us the
dancing lessons. Yes, the one right
here in the silk dress, the shepherds
check. oh, she is Just lovely!"
That's her husband; Helen showed
him to mo yesterday. He is awfully
good looking"
Marian moved closer to the chair
next the aisle and whispered:
IL wanted to buy that Gibbons
for your birthday, James, with my
own money. 1 knew you wouldn't like
my doing"
Don't, dear" murmured James.
He kept a firm hold Of her hand,
pressing 1t gently now and again. She
knew that he was running her glove
but she was content. And while the
last act held little more for her than