The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-04-17

ne Ciedleu HIS tHIOdt anu HIS 'OICt
vas 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"
~. of course not"
It's just among US three, Doctor
Southall and you and me. We three
have had our secrets before. Ell, Mon,
| ty2"
Yes. Judith, we have"
She bent toward him. her hands
tightening on the cane After all,
it's true. Today | am getting old. ]
ana look only fifty. but | feel sixty
and I'll admit to se~venty-five. It's
Joy hat 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 it
was finished II was 1.nished long be
fore | married Tom cambridge. 1t
isn't that I'm empty-headed. It's that
I've been an empty-hearted woman,
Monty-as empty and dusty and desc
the ridge"
Il know, Judith. ! know"
You've been empty In a way, too"
she said. But it's been a 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 a time, before
Sassoon came along, and-Beauty Va
liant"
The major bllnked. suddenly
neither had spoken to the other for
thirty years! He looked at her a lit
tie guiltily; but her eyes had turned
away. Everything changed then"
she continued dreamily, "e~verythlng."
The majors fingers strayed across
his waisteoat, fumbllng uncertainty
for his eyeglasses. For an instant
he, too, was back In the long-ago
past, when he and Valiant had been
comrades. 1t had been a curious
three sided affair-he, and Valiant and
Sassoon. Sassoon with his d~issipated
fair and ungovernable temper and
strange fits OF ~recklessness; clean,
h~igh-idealed, straight-away Valiant;
and he-a Bristow, neither better nor
worse than the rest OF his name. He
remembered that mad strained season
when he had grimly recognized his
own cause as hopeless, and with burn.
ing eyes had watched Sassoon and
Valiant racing abreast. He remem-
bered that glittering prodigal dance
when he had come upon Valiant and
Judith standing IN the ~shrubbery, the
candle-light from some open door en-
%goldening their faces: hers smiling, a
little fippant perhaps, and conscious
of her spell; his grave and earnest.
yet wistful.
You promise, John?"
Il give my sacred word. What
ever the ~provocation. ! will not lift
my hand against him. Never, never!"
Then the same voice, vibrant, appeal
ing. Judith, 1t isn't because-be-
cause-you care for him?'
He had plunged away In the dark
ness before her answer came. What
had 1t mattered then to him what she
had replied? And that very night had
befallen the fatal quarrel!
The major started. How that name
had blown away the dust! That's
a long time ago, Judith"
Thirty years ago tomorrow they
fought" she said softly, Valiant and
Sassoon. Every woman has her one
anniversary, l suppose, and tomor-
rows mine. Do you know what |
do, every fourteenth Of May, Monty?
| keep my room and spend the day
always the same way. There's a little
book | read. And there's an old hair
cloth trunk that I've had since | was
a girl. Down in the bottom of 1t are
something's, that take out and set
round the room and there
Is a handful Of old letters l go over
from first to last. They're almost
worn out now, but I could repeat them
all with my eyes shut. Then there's a
tiny old straw basket with a yellow
wisp In II that once was a bunch of
cape jessamines. wore them to that
last ball-the night before 1t hap
pened. The fourteenth OF May used to
be sad. but now, do you know, / look
forward to It! / always have a lot of
jessamines that particular day-Ill
have Shirley get me some tomorrow
and In the evening, when l go down
stairs, the house is full Of the scent
of them. All summer long it's roses,
but on the fourteenth Of May 1t has
to be ~jessamines. Shirley must think
me a whimsical old woman. but l in.
sist on being humored."
He smiled. a little bleakly, and
cleared his throat.
Isn't 1t strange for me to be talk
ing this way now!" she said present
ly. Another proof hat I'm getting
old. But the date brings 1t very close;
1t seems, somehow. closer than ever
this year.-Monty. weren't you ire
mendously surprised when ! married
Tom Dandridge?"
Il certainly was"
"Ill tell you q secret. l was. too
! suppose I did 1t because Of a sneak
ing feeling that some people were feel
ing sorry for me, which l never coult
stand. Well. no was a man any ONT