The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-04-06
Of our life9 We are never alone

he Hung a swift glance at the half
closed door going into the corridor;
then ne raised her hand to his lips
Wnen he looked at Helen again the
soft color had faded from her face
leaving it quite pale. Her hands trem
bled in his.
You hadn't thought of that, had
you, dear?"
She shook her head.
L hadn't thought of anything, ex.
cept just this minute and you, telling
me that you love me. That seems
happiness enough for one night"
| The mans eyes turned somber.
| III find some night work. I'll write
Uncle Fred. He could help me out.
rn-rn do something desperate"
| She glanced at him keenly; then
her glance fell and she began to trace
the sprawling pattern in the cheap
damask cloth.
III you are-so-desperate all
that, why don't you-just marry me?'
The man gasped.
Right away? Tonight"
Moo! Next MONTH"
Helen, darling!"
In her cheeks.
You mustn't misunderstood. |
couldn't have said tiff you hadn't
first said that the waiting would be
so hard. I can get along without a
fiat. Even Mrs. Langdon's would be
more bearable-if-if we were mar
ried. And don't mind working. You
never hear me complain about things
at the Office"
L don't want my wife to work"
1T won't be for long, dear. And
| am marrying you, not a fiat! Well
both work and save until you have a
law office of your own. Think how
chummy it will be, going to business
together, your Office next to mine. I'll
always be there to remind you of your
umbrella, so you won't have larny-
gitis.- I'll sew and mend for us both
evenings, while you read aloud, and
we'll have geraniums in the window,
and canary, and it will be a near
home!" she added, enthusiastically
She stopped abruptly, realizing that
she was pleading. She lifted her head
proudly and withdrew her hands. Jack
regained his grip upon them quickly.
Don't make any mistake, Helen, or
think don't appreciate every word
you've said. But have some old
fashioned ideas. 1 don't want my wife
to earn her living. want to earn it
for her. want her to feel that every
thing she has, from the parlor rug to
her happiness, she owes to me.
don't want to look into the office next
to mine and hear her taking dictation
from a real estate operator
do you think I will love you any
less, dear heart, because I write let
ters few hours each day for Mr..
Brown or Mr.. Lovett? Can't woman
be her husbands pal down town, and
his wife in the second floor front of a
boarding house?"'
With a mental snap, the girls
thoughts travelled back over the lone
ly years of struggle in great city.
She shivered at the mere recollection
of their hideous emptiness. She longed
for home, yes; but far more she
yearned for the companionship, the
sympathy, the understanding which
marriage would bring. These were
all she asked just now, all she needed.
The home with it's creature comforts,
it's leisure, would come later. The
golden current of her thoughts leaped
across the narrow space and gripped
the wavering resolution of the man.
Ono emore he CART her hands to
his lips.
II don't deserve it, dear, but I will,
sometime. Heavens, how will work
to make a home for YOU
And so they were married, these two
who loved and were hungry for a
home, starved for that perfect COM
partnership which, shutting out the
rest of the world, is sufficient unto it.
self.