Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1913-03-15
Copyisht isl7 by kn-rsoD HO0ch

too, that any woman wants-what
she's got to have. once in her life, rich
or poor. because she's a woman-some
one who truly loves her for herself as
she is, because she is what she is
because she's a woman!
"oh. l looked all around me here, a
long time after / came here, for what
I'd missed. I've never been happy
here. / didn't have it. wanted it. At
hast saw it. / wanted ii. Its price is
ruin-for two, you and me. I'm like
you. II it's wrong, don't know where
the wrong beganl didn't mind, so
far as was concerned. Let a woman
love you, and she'll do anything. no
matter how it hurts-herself. But not
you-not the man she loves and wants
to respect, Charley"
"But-me? / am not good enough
for you!"
"oh, boyl How sweet that sounds
to me! Say IL over again to mel
You make me think / might some day
be worth a mans love. It's got away
from US now. It's all too late. Every
things too late. When he-Mr Rawn
comes back. we've got to tell him.
I've done what was set to debut
not the way he thought. not the way
any Of US thought"
Yes, he must know" Halsey nod
ded. He held her hand now in his
own. They swept on, as upon some
vast wave, helpless, clinging to each
other. he doing what he could to save
her.
Il don't know how to tell him." she
walled. There was something Pagan
In me and didn't know it. | thought
was in hand, but wasn't! | started
low, and l wanted to climb up-end
up-and up! Oh, Charley, look!" She
leaned toward him across the table,
pleading. Il was just ambitious, just
like any American girl-like every
woman in the world, / suppose. If
sold out, didn't know it. / didn't
want you to care for me. But you did,
you do! kept away from you. so THAI
you wouldn't, so that we couldn't-so
that I'd always feel that you, at
least"
Where can it end?" he asked quiet
ly.
Il don't care where it ends, that's
the worst of it; l don't care! One
thing only is to my credit. I've kept
my bargaiu-with him. I've paid the
price / agreed to give. There is no
scandal about me-yet And there
might have been!"
"Yes."
But some way, when he sent me
out for you, talked to me as he did,
treated me like a piece OF merchan-
disc as he did-for once ] wayered.
For once, Charley, It seemed to me
that l was released from all Obliga-
tons to him. that was where ought
10 have a chance for my own hand, to
see life as life could be for itself, to
| have the love that's life for woman.
wanted to be wooed and won by
some one who loved me, Just as any
woman wants to be, Charley, some
timei And wasn't wasn't /.
Il was horrible. It was hor-
rible. I wanted to give love
for love. wanted what couldn't get,
and when saw that you-khat even
you'd sell out for newly, where was
the good. clean thing left in all the
world? / couldn't tell. l didn't know
| what to do. don't know now. But
you put these papers before me now,
and you expect me TO shed tears over
them. / can't don't care. The worst
was over for me before now. 1t came
when knew you'd love me II I'd raise
a finger to you. Why didn't you make
me love you frst-long ago? Then all
would have come right Back there
at first"
They'll say that when your hus-
band lost his fortune he lost his wife
Yes" he nodded. They'll say that
and believe IL! That isn't trueI"
NO, that isn't true. was done
with him the moment he set this er
rand for me. No woman can love q
man who will do that But was done
with him-fron the first l never loved
him. I never did, only married him.
! sold out-what had to sell, myself,
my fitness for place like this. That
was what ! called successl / wanted
to be some one In the worldi Look at
me now"
They sat, two figures In an inexor
able drama that swept relentlessly
forward; tasting of a part of ambi
tons ripened fruit; yet hungering
with the vast. pitiful, merciless human
hunger for that other fruit that hung
in a garden once not lost.
IF II costs my soul, I'll stand by
you" he said at last; and he reached
out hand to her suddenly.
mo, no." she cried. Waltz Watt
want to think"
A discreet cough sounded The but
Ter approached bearing coffee. He
wore a half sneer on his face now, the
sneer Of the unpaid mercenary. He
doubted, and had cause to doubt,
whether ths last months salary would