The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1913-09-08

M0 al moments; the
mans voice break
ing the drowsy stiffness called the
womans gaze away from the sky line
Of the distant hills.
why should we care what the world
says7 It's code Of ethics is warped
and Inconsistent The modifying cir
cumstances Of an act determine its
moral character Those circumstances
the world seldom knows and, even
should It know, would not care to un-
derstand. When the evidence is all
in and the Great Judge prepares to
bring In his verdict OF Guilty or Not
Guilty feel sure that he will take
into account all the extenuating cir.
cumstancea. la your loyeless mar.
riage sanctilied in the eyes Of God
simply because II has been legalized
i'd the eyes Of man? Your husband
knows only the desire Of possession;
love YOU Win the complete trinity
oi body, mind and soul
His voice had risen In the intensity
Of his appeal. but the last words end
ed almost il a sob
You say your husband refuses to
divorce you My yacht lies in the
harbor; at a word from you she shall
spread her wings. We"
On the threshold stood a little lad.
Simultaneously their eyes wandered
from tine tangled curls down over the
ridiculously short expanse OF bare,
sun.browned legs
Il was sure would find you here"
be began. ~ followed you over the
fields and brought you these daisies
because you have no little boy; ] was
sorry for you"
The woman caught the child 81 her
arms and strained him TO her yearn.
ingly His dusty little feet strayed at
viii over the skirt OF her green linen
gown
Thank you. she said simply. one
81 the rare smiles reserved for chill
dren illumining her face But tell
me- dear, why you were sorry for
me-
"Last night" the child began, nest
ling oontentedly into the curve Of her
arm. = heard father and mother talk
ing Of you. after had gone TO bed. I
couldn't hear all they said, but i un-
derstood mother 70 say you had hurt
yourself Did you bump your head?
with q sudden inspiration) cause II
you did know Just how horrid you
feel / bumped mine once and X hurt
and hurt ever so many nights After
q stopped hurting the ugly scar stay
ed just the same.
The scar, John the woman's head
dropped lower and lower; a painful
silence fell on the little company. The
lad slipped down and, kissing her
hand, sped away over the hills The
childs quick intuition had perceived
the strain Of the situation.
The man rose and raised the WON.
ans averted face TO his, untiI their
eyes met. lie was the first to break
the spell which held them.
God sends revelations even in these
days. We nave entertained one Of his
angels unawares His voice was ten.
der and strangely softened Weighed
In the balance and almost found want
ing The Grey Gull shall sail to NOR
row and III must be her only pas
senger Forgive me, dear. did moi
think about the scar"
He folded her trembling hands In
bis frm, strong ones and gazed into
+ the deep, steady glow Of her eyes. His
own were very bright with unshec
tears as he said. Goodnight
"The daisies, she whispered softly
carefully dividing the cluster OF fow
ers beside her ana extending half 0.
them towards him shyly
He took them reverently: a new
sweet diilldence had suddenly sprung
up between them. His eyes travede,
from her wellpoised head in its frame
"a cilAAhE AaiAt ~ Ati AtCtf IAhA az
their stout little oxfords. He even no
ticed, his throat contracting sharply
the perky little bows Of her wide sill
laeings. Then he turned and walkei
steadfastly away; his shoulders erect
his lace turned toward the setting sun
The woman watched him until b
disappeared around the curve in th
road Her hands idly folded IN he
lap, she saw the shadows deeper
around he'd one BY one.
j When the west was yelled In a clou
OF aeecy mist, the evening star cam
out and the pale crescent Of the moo
rose over the horizon. A wondrou
quiet settled on the hills and wales
o soothing peace stole over her, ans
sinking on her knees, she hid her fac
IN the brown-eyed daisies and CAV
thank to God for the "Afterglow
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