Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1912-10-10

knew them by heart, she had read and
reread them often when she had been
alone. They had fascinated her.
They were letters from some other
man to this mans wife. They were
signed by an initial only and the iden-
tity Of the writer was quite unknown
to her. The woman's replies were
not with the others, but it was easy
enough to see what those replies had
been. All the passion of which the
woman had been capable had evil
IDENTIFY been bestowed upon the writer
of the letters she had treasured.
Her story was quite plain. She
had married Newbold in a fit of
pique. He was an eastern man, the
best educated, the most fascinating
and interesting of the men who fire.
quented the camp. There had been a
quarrel between the letter writer and
the woman; there were always quar-
rels, apparently, but this had been a
serious n and the man had savagely
flung away and left her. He had not
come back as he usually did. She had
waited for him and then he had come
back-too late!
He had wanted to kill the other, but
she had prevented, and while Newbold
was away he had made desperate love
to her. He had besought her to
leave her husband to go away with
him. He had used every argument
that he could to that end and the wo-
man had hesitated and wavered, but
she had not consented; she had not
denied her love for him any more than
she had denied her respect and a
certain admiration for her gallant,
trusting husband. She had refused
again and again the requests Of her
lover. She could not CONTROL her
heart, nevertheless she had kept to
her marriage vows. But the force OF
her resistance had grown weaker and
she had realized that alone she would
perhaps inevitably succumb.
Her lover had been away when her
husband returned prior to the last
fateful journey. Enid Maitland saw
now why she had besought him to
take her with him, she was afraid to
be left alone! She did not dare de-
pend upon her wi powers any more;
her only salvation was to go with this
man whom she did not love, whom at
times she almost hated, to keep from
falling into the arms of the man she
did love. She had been more or less
afraid OF Newbold. She had soon
realized, because she was not blinded
by any passion as he, that they had
been utterly mismated. She had come
to understand that when the same
knowledge Of the truth came to him,
as 1t inevitably must some day, moth
ing but u~nhappiness would be their
portion.
Every kind of an argument In adj
dition to those SO passionately adj
duced in these letters urging her to
break away from her husband and to
seek happiness for herself while yet
there wal time, besieged her heart,
seconded her lovers plea and assailed
her will, and yet she had not given
way
Now Enid Maitland hated the wo-
man who had enjoyed the first young
love Of the man she herself loved.
She hated her because of her priority
of possession, because her memory
yet came between her and that man.
She hated her because Newbold was
still true to her memory, because
Newbold, believing in the greatness of
her passion for him, thought 1t shame
and dishonor to his manhood to be
false to her, no matter what love and
longing drew him on.
Yet there was a stern sensetof jus-
| tice in the bosom of this young wo-
man. She exulted In the successful
battle the poor uni had made for
the preservation Of her honor and her
good name, against such odds, It was
a sex triumph for which she was glad.
She was proud of her for the stern
| rigor with which she had refused to
take the easiest way and the desper-
| alton with which she had chung to
him she did not love, but to whom
she was bound by the laws of God and
man, In order that she might not fall
into the arms of the man she did love,
in defiance Of right.
Enid Maitland and this woman were
as far removed from each other
as the opposite poles Of the earth, but
there was yet a common quality In
each one Of virtuous womanhood, Of
lofty morality. Natural, perhaps in
the one and to be be expected; un'
natural, perhaps, and to be unexpect
ed in the other, but there! Now that
she knew what love was and what
its power and what its force--for al
that she had felt and experienced ant
dreamed about before were as nothing
to what 1t was since he had spoken
she could understand what the strug
gle must have been in that woman'i
heart. She could honor her, reve7
ence her, pity hor.
Sne could understand the feeling o
the man too; she could think mucl
more clearly than he, He was dis
tracted by two passions, for his prid,
and his honor and for her; she had a.
yet but one, for him.
She could understand how in tn,
first frightful rush Of his grief and re
morse and love the very fact tina