The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1914-04-10

by her mothers chair. What was it
he said, dearest?"
"He thinks I ought to wear wor'
sted shawl and arctics" Her mother
thrust out one little thin-slippered foot,
with it's slender ankle cleaning
through it's open-work stocking like
mother-of-pearl. Imagine! In May.
And he knows I'm vain of my feet!
Major, if you had ever had a wife,
you would have learned wisdom. But
you mean well, and I'll take back what
l said about the julep. You mix it.
Shirley. Yours is even better than
Ranston's."
"She makes me one every day, Mon
ty," she continued, as Shirley went
into the house. "And when she isn't
looking, pour it into the bush there"
Major Bristow laughed as he bit
the end off cigar. "All the same"
he said in his big rumbling voice,
you need 'em, reckon. You need
more than mint-juleps, too You leave
the whiskey to me and the doctor, and
you take Shirley and pull out for
Italy. Why not? A year there would
do you heap of good"
She shook her head. mo, Monty.
It isn't what you think It's-here."
She lifted her hand and touched her
heart. cts been so for a long time.
But it may-it can't 60 on forever,
| Won see Nothing can"
The major had leaned forward in
his chair. Judith" he said, and his
hand twitched, ut isn't true!" And
then, "How do you know"
She smiled at him. 'You remember
when that big surgeon from Vienna
came to see the doctor last year?
Well, the doctor brought him to me.
I'd known 1t before in way, but 1t
had gone farther than thought. No
one can tell just how long it may be.
1t may be years, Of course, but I'm not
taking any sea trips, Monty"
He cleared his throat and his voice
was husky when he spoke. Shirley
doesn't know?
Certainly not. She mustn't" And
then, in sudden sharpness: "You
shan't tell her, Monty. You wouldn't
dare!"
NO. indeed" he assured her quick
ly. "Of course not"
TITS just among us three, Doctor
Southall and you and me. We three
have had our secrets before, Ell, Mon
tyr"
Eyes, Judith, we have"
She bent toward him, her hands
tightening on the cane. After all,
i It's true. Today / am getting old.
may look only fifty, but l feel sixty
and I'll admit to seventy-fve. It's
Joy that keeps US young, and ! didn't
get my fair share of that, Monty
For just one little week my heart had
| it all-all-and then-well, then II
was finished 1t was finished long be-
fore I married Tom cambridge. II
isn't that I'm empty-headed. It's that
I've been an empty-hearted woman
Monty-as empty and dusty and desc
late as the old house over yonder on
the ridge" rs
'T know, Judith, know"
you've been empty in way, too
she said. "But it's been different
way. You were never in love-really
In love, mean. Certainly not with
me, Monty, though you tried to make
me think so once upon q time, before
Sassoon came along, and-Beauty Va
liant"
The major blinkeds suddenly
startled. It was out, the one name
neither had spoken to the other fol
thirty years! He looked at her lit
tie guilty; but her eyes had turned
away. Everything changed then,
she continued dreamily, everything.
The majors fingers strayed across
his waistcoat, fumbling uncertainl!
for his eyeglasses. For an instan
he, too, was back in the long-ag'
past, when he and Valiant had beef
comrades. 1t had been curious
three sided affair-he, and Valiant ant
Sassoon. Sassoon with his dissipate'