Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-01-02

had sunk upon the stool before the
piano. She did not see her husband.
for her face was bent low as she feel
ingly played, II Need Thee Every
Hour"
Gregory, well-nigh overwhelmed
with the realization of what he meant
to do. grasped the door for support.
Presently he spoke. brokenly, Lucy.
how true that is-we do, indeed, need
Him every hour
She did not start at his voice, though
his presence had been unsupported.
She raised her serious eyes, and OBJ
served his haggard face. "Mr. Greg
DRY. you are ILL"
"No-the light hurts my eyes," He
turned off the lights and drew a chair
near her. The room was partly re-
veaied by an electric arc that iwung
at the street corner-its mellowed
beams entered the open window.
Lucy. I have something very impor-
tant to say 20 you"
Her fingers continued to wander
among the Keys, making The lynn
barely audible. then letting 1t die
away, only to ~ revived.
Lucy. I have never )oken Of this
before, but 1t las seemed to me for
a long time that we have wandered
rather far apart-yes. very far apart.
We sit close together, alone, our lands
could touch, but our souls live in diff
ferent worlds. Do you ever feel that
way?"
She ceased playing abruptly, and
answered almost in a whisper. Yes"
Perhaps 1t Is my fault" Said Greg
DRY, although know that il you had
taken more interest In what interests
me. If you had been true to the Faith
as | have tried to be-"
81 have been true to you," said Mrs.
Gregory.
"Of course-of course-there is no
question Of our being true to each
other. / feel that l am not wholly to
blame. Lucy, 1t has been my fault
and 1t has been your fault-that is
how I look at it."
There was silence, then she said.
There seems nothing to be DONE"
How do you mean? You speak as
IL our love were dead and buried"
She rose abruptly, saying, And its
grave unmarked"
"Sit down, LUCY haven't told you
what | came to tell-you must listen
and try to see it as I see it. Let us
be reasonable and discuss the future
in Ain a sensible and matter-of-fact
way. If you will agree"
II will not agree to it," she answered
firmly. Let me go, Mr.. Gregory,
there is no need ever to bring up that
subject"
He had risen, and nov in blank
amazement, he stared at her, repeat
ing, "You will not agree to it? To
what? You are unreasonable. What
subject have l brought up?"
1T is very true that we have drifted
too far apart to be as we were in the
beginning. But there is still some
thing left to me, and this something l
shall cling to as long as can. l mean
to avoid the publicity, the open expos
ure, the shame of-of-a neglected
wife,"
MY God!" w~hispefeu Gregory, fall,
ing back, "then somebody has told you
about Springfield was Franz"
81 don't know what you mean," she
returned, apparently without emotion.
What l mean is, that l shall never
consent to a divorce"
"A divorce? Good heavens, Lucy,
are you mad? Do you think l want
a separation because you discwn the
church? What have l ever done to
make you imagine such an absurdity?'
She answered gently, Eyes, 1t seems
I misunderstood. But you said you
wanted me to discuss the future in a
matter-of-fact way, and l couldn't
think of the future as having any other
matter-of-fact solution"
Gregory was holly indignant. Lucy,
If that is meant as an i~nsinuation
against"
Mrs. Gregory raised her hand COM
p%ellingly. do not speak any name
she said, looking at him steadily. u
can endure much" she went on, In a
milder tone, finding him silent; 81
often wonder If many women could en-
lure as silently-but there must never
be a name mentioned between us"
Her manner was SO u~nwontedly
final, that he stood looking at her, not
knowing how to resume the pressing
subject of his past. They we're in that
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