El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-08-09

LGr Owe" says a cynic. lis the in
tense desire to have some par
- ticular person admire US as
much as we admire ourselves" Love
says someone else, is selfsacrifice for
the good of another"
Beatrice Minor did not know that
she had never cared-as the ideal !. ife
is supposed to care-for the man she
married Yet in the first months OF
their welded life had felt deeper
affection for her husband than she had
she had been less selfcentered ana
more clearheaded she would, before
deciding to accept Sidney Kandolph as
Tom Minors successor, have forced
herself to look her sentiments square
~ in the face In which case she
might have discovered that the emo
ton which had decided her to accept
the offer OF marriage which she was
a mixture of fascination aroused by
the artists personality and OF respect
for his social position and his accom-
plishments. These sentiments, mingled
with longing for the luXuries of life
with which he could provide her, she
was willing to give IN return LOT the
had for her Yet, with kind of self
hypnosis. she had convinced herseI
that she really cared Tor the artist.
Moreover, Beatrice Minor was not
Keeping Calm
After Randolph had asked and gained
permission TO call again that evening
and had taken his departure, the widow
determined to fill the Intervening hours
with some occupation to keep her
thoughts steady and her nerves CAIN
So she sat down in her own room 10
lilt the finishing touches on a dainty
white frock she had been making for
Jean. The little girl and her Orotner
were invited TO a ehildren's party Tor
that night, and the pair sat beside her
watching her deft fingers at work upon
the costume destined to grace the
festive occasion. And, as the mother
worked, and listened to the prattle OF
her little son and daughter, she mused
of the change which her SECOND mar
rage might bring to her children, and
rot without some misgivings, she spoke
her thought aloud.
suppose. dears." she ventured. hest
tatingly, God should send you anotner
papa-would you be glad
The children were silent for mo-
ment. -.
queried Jack, somewhat puzzled
No" answered his mother, suppress,
ing an involuntary shudder. She had
little lately Of her former mar
rage, and 1t was not pleasant menu
DRY. But. suppose I were to marry
WHO would you marry?" asked Jack
bluntly.
nave not decided just yet "
~ ANYBODY" eQuivocated the mother
But I am wondering If you would
like Mr. Randolph for father?
Jean clapped her tiny hands deusnt- /
.dIy. Hes nicer she exclaimed /
Il like Mr.. Maynard better" object
ID Jack sturdily- Marry him, please
SILLY kiddiesr laughed Beatrice. |
And. although she turned the CONVEX !
;ation into other channels, she was
secretly relieved at the lack of oppo- /
sition evinced by her children.
She had seen the little ones off to
he party under the care of the maid,
md had scarcely had time to put
lew last touches TO her own toilette
when the whirr OF a motor in the
street below, and, a few minutes later,
he sound OF her own dOorbell, an
bounced the artists arrival. Her heart
,eat fast and her cheeks were aglow
IS she welcomed him. He was cool
md graceful in demeanor, as usual.
md Beatrice admired for the hun
redth time his poise and selfposses-
ion as he followed her into the draw
ngroom, and took a chair near hers ]
His GOOdby.
For a time hostess and guest chatted
lightly, while Beatrice's pulses beat
ess tumultously and her voice became
otter and steadier
You sail soon?" she asked at last
"On Monday, on the Carthusia," an