Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-07-10

NOT MADE TO ORDER
BY LOUIS D, LANCE.


william Beattie was a lonesome
man even as he had been a lonesome
boy. Ali through his lonesome youth
he had the most ardent feelings to-
ward the girls with whom he came In
contact, but something in his retiring
natur forbade him to express these
feelings or to get on even friendly
terms with the objects of his admira-
ton and desire.
In the meantime he was most faith
full and efficient in business and pros
pered accordingly. At thirty he found
himself comparatively a rich man,
with ~boundless prospects before him.
But he vas not satisfied. Far from
it, he was restless, morose-savagely
angry with his fate.
What boots it that l have success
money. the respect and fear of men,"
he said to himself, when | cannot
have the love of woman-the one great
thing l have wanted all my life?"
you have not tried" replied his in
ner self, relentlessly.
Il cannot" he responded, savagely.
Mature left some void in my make
up, and try as I will. l am tongue-tied
in the presence of women"
William Beattie, however. realized
thoroughly the value of wealth, of hard
cash. He knew it's power over men
and women, and in his business deal
ings he never made. any mistakes in
dealing with women any more than he
did with men. 1t was only when he
relations with women that he became
~tongue-tied and impotent.
Finally at thirty he made a great
resolve.
Il can never win a woman's love
that is clear" he said to himself, "And
a woman's love is the only thing in all
the world that / want. l have
achieved business means. I have all
the money l will ever need-and plenty
more coming. Nothing car stop that.
/ have never failed in a single enter
prise to which l gave my mind and
energy. Why not give this same
mind and energy to secure what /
want more than all else-a woman's
love. To feel soft arms about my
neck, to have languid eyes look into
mine, to have a clinging, yielding form
in my arms. To have children clamor-
ing about my knees-for all this l
would work harder, sacrifice more,
than / have ever done. In fact I would
give all have acquired and all hope
to acquire"
why don't you do something about
it," inquired his inner self. relent-
lessly.
Il am going to-" he replied, sharply
Il am going to devote all my energy
and brains hereafter to securing a
woman to complete my life. Since \
cannot win a woman, I will start out
at the beginning and real one for my
own purposes. | will buy a baby girl
and have her reared and educated for
the express purpose of becoming my
wife"
And with this determination he
started out. He haunted orphan asy-
lums and lying-in hospitals. He
sought the poor districts, where chill
dren are, of necessity, a burden. 1t
was long before he found what he
wanted. but eventually he did find it.
1t was in st. Anthony's orphan asy.
lum-and the face Of the little girl
a child of five or six-attracted and
thrilled him. Her dark. passionate
eyes. her olive skin, her jet-black hair
her 1.-the young fgure-all gave prom.
Use of glorious womanhood.
Inquiry developed that she was the
daughter of a poor Italian girl of mar
velous beauty, who had been brought
to the lying-in hospital across the way
by a ~big-hearted stranger, with plenty
of money. and an air which bespoke
blue blood. He had paid all her ex
had faded away and was heard of nc
more.
4 After her recovery. the young moth
er, being unable to take care of the
child. had placed 1t in the orphan asy
lum across the way. Beattie eagerly
/ oON6AS tAO AAOtICl. AhO&6A Will W
years of ~coarsening toll, and still more
coarsening associations, she still re
tanned a remnant of a passionate type
of beauty which put Beattie's nerves
on edge and made his pulses bound
Not at all intellectual was Anita Maj
foil, not educated or refined or int,
%lectual, but she possessed all tht
splendid Latin possibilities of love-
and showed it in every motion.
IF she were sixteen instead of thir
ty. and fresh instead of being a worn
out wreck, and young and pliable ane
tractable, 1 would marry her today anc
defy the world"
He heard her pftiful story-the ole
story of a pretty and vo%luptuous youns
Italian girl, a debonair man of tn,
woodland a child without a name
Who the handsome stranger was WIT
flashed across her orbit for a brie
moment. and then passed on. she hat
no sort of conception. except that hs
was a gentleman. and that his dial
lance by the wayside with her was {