El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-07-04


MI to write down about meeting
AN] Josephine in the park the sec
ond time and I cannot blame my fall
ure to continue the entry TO the chill
dren's demands on me.
am to blame. l want 10 MAKE
every entry in this book a truthtuI
one, and the truth is often the most
painful thing one can tell
So I have avoided you, Diary, as one
would avoid a father cOnfesSor. know
ing the story to be confessed 10 Dc
humiliating.
many times. 1t was such a bright,
pretty day, and with the trees, the
grass and the blue May sky for set
ting. there never was preItler PIC
ture than that made by Josephine ana
my TWO little adopted girls
She Wore White.
She wore white, I remember II
seems to me my eyes were so hungry
for the sight OF her that not detall
in her costume escaped them She mad
on a big white hat, with a big white
plume, and a bunch of torquolse YelVet
under the brim, and there was another
little bunch at her throat
The children were all In white Ihey
always arep and as Richards has ex-
ceIlent taste in choosing for them, and
I furnish her means fer that purpose
that are practically Unlimited, mere
are not two better dressed children
They wore nothing overfri;led or
elaborate. 1 won't stand for that nut
their garments are always OF the nm
est texture, and the little trimming
on them is of the daintleSt and coStIl-
est lace and embroidery
l believe I am telling this for the
same reason that one hens and haws
before beginning story. 1t IS not
exactly to gain time, but because DO
not want to begin it. And so because
I dread telling what passed between
- Il IN
lions of the children's frocks.
A fine thing to come from the pen OF
an old bachelor!
Josephine did not turn her head when
I crossed the grass. She saw me when
I entered the park; that I knew But
it was never Josephine's way to be
Observation-Disclosures, even in little things
as other women naturally are
JOsephIne's Trick.
1t is her nature to trick, ami she dld
it when it was needless as naturally as
she did it when deception served her.
She even pretended to be surprised
to see me there That she 1a1 gene
there on the chance OF meeting me l
did not doubt. That she knew Thora2-
son and the children were Eating
for me was obvious
But she gave little gasp OF sur
prise that was exceedingly we'll done.
/ must say. 1 can recall the time when
it would have fooled me.
why, Max" she said; you here
4
1 mumbled something about arrang-
ing to meet the children there for a
drive, all the time looking at her with
eyes that must have told of the fight
was making on myself to keep my
hands off her.
I was sitting here thinking of you
when your man drove UP with the
Children she said with just the faint
est little sigh. i often come to the
park that I may sit here and think o:
you, Max"
I recalled that the last time I saw
here there she was with DribbleS, but
noting the little wisp of hair the wind
had blown across her cheek.
1 was thinking how 1 would like to
curl it over the end of my finger, and
that while I was doin@ mat I would
like TO kiss a certain little dimple at
one corner of her mouth
81 * Unhappy
'I am the most unhappy girl In the
see her eyes fill with tears. If they
had 1 mink I would have grabbed her
to NJ heart then and there, and car
ried her off to a preacher forthwith
BCt there were no tears there
True. there were tears in her voice, ]
but I have heard somewhere that it is
an easy matter to throw tears into !
ones voice. Speakers make national !
regulations for elOqUence by learning
the trick. JOsephine's voice sounded !
wistful and unhappy. 1t was full of I
loneliness and longing. But her eyes |
were as dry as mine.
Wont you sit down. MaX?' making (
Dom on the bench beside her.
could do nothing else, and when ] /
had taken the seat, Elizabeth climbed /
Up beside me, holding tight 20 my |
hand
Il will take Manette." I said. "She /
is too heavy for YOU to hold
Josephine protested, and held her |
arms tighter around the child. But 1
Manette,f always tickle. had tired Of /
the pretty lady who held her, and put ]
out her arms to me-
Hand Clasp.
In lifting her from JOsephine's arms I
my hand touched JOsephines.
In a second all my resolutions, my !
VOWS, my best instincts and my san
lty were swept away, and my hand /
closed over hers in a grasp so fierce J
know I must have hurt her.
For one moment ! was mad for her I
| couldn't take my hand from hers. /
and l think the hunger in my eyes /
would have frightened a better woman /
Eut Josephine only smiled. and i'm that /
smile there lurked a pride of her /