Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1914-10-01

mo. saIu MARX testify, Il suppos,
you wouldn't. | don't know. But II
do il, II viii be with my eyes open
Which seems a most unlover-like say
ing.
There was an evening when he wal
alone with uEity on Squire Martins
front porch II was one of the sof
dangerous nights that sometime.
come to Bethel in early September
They talked little and that In low
tones.
Once he leaned toward her He haC
to peer closely to make out her lool
OF content
DO you know" he remarked. "yol
ought to be glad | came back?"
Indeed! And why?"
Have you looked in the mirror
lately? When | first came you looked
well, cranky and as though yol
didn't care whether school kept OF
not"
well, of all the conceit! | sup
pose you take all the credit" Thus
she admitted certain improvements.
And why not?' he laughed lazily
when you come right down to 1t
Unity. you never really. definitely
threw me over"
1T isn't too late
Yes, it is too late"
She said nothing. But when he
reached up to take her hand he found
it tightly clenched little ball.
| Unity, do you remember the drive
we took that Sunday before | went tc
| the city,"
Il think do"
She thinks she does!" he apostro
phized the night. Il have & scheme
Tomorrow, right after dinner, I'm go
ing to drive down here for you. Unity
let's have the Sunday over again
In every particular"
| Again she was silent.
| You don't agree?"
lin not sure"
| That you love me?"
| She shook her head. THAT l want
to marry you"
But when he drew her down and
kissed her. she did not resist. wait,
he whispered fatuously, until tomor.
row. Then you will be convinced"
| Although what virtue the morrow
would hold he did not say. He prob.
ably did not guess.
Unity did not scruple to change the
current of another's life; she saw no
occasion for scruples. She thought she
loved Mark. But she did not believe
his expressed resolve to stay in Bethel
was, could be, genuine; or, II genuine.
that its execution would be good for
him. And, principally knew ex-
actly what she wanted.
Next day they drove over. much the
same road they had taken seven years
before. They chatted in lighter vein,
with intervals of eloquent silence On
a tilltop whence they could see only
other hills and the sinking sun they
ate the lunch put up by the thoughtful
Susan. Then they waited to watch the
sunset.
Unity, what must do to convince
your"
Nothing" she murmured.
He considered his happiness.
And after a while she said: Tell
me about your life in the city. You've
never said much about It,"
Innocent demand. Not in vain is
the trap set in the sight OF young
man in love. He began to describe the
mills to her. And as he went on, into
his words crept the unconscious elo-
quence of a real enthusiasm. His face
became eager. Before he had ended.
he was on his feet declaiming to her,
who was a very attentive audience. He
saw what he described
"Ah!" she breathed, as he reached
period What a life! And you
could leave it?"
You forget" he reminded her, Il
was put out of it,"
She leaned forward suddenly, rest
ing her hand on the one that held the
cane. Mark, why don't you go back
to it?"
He jerked his hand free, as II he had
felt twinge OF pain. Don't suggest
that, Unity!" he cried There's that
other side. It's hard and cruel and
narrowing II eats up all the best
OF you. Sometimes it kills you. 1t
makes you a machine. not your own
man. used to feel it when | was
there, sometimes terribly Here see
1t from distance and ! understand
better. It's just one hellish scramble.
that life" He stopped abruptly. with
an impatient gesture,
IF go back, Unity. you won't
But how could he phrase his fear or
interpret the hot surging that drowned
II?
She sighed happily.