The Prescott daily news. (Prescott, Ark.) 1907-1941, 1914-01-27

mans voice break
ing the drowsy stiffness called the
womans gaze away from the sky line
Of the distant hills.
Why should we care what the world
says? It's code of ethics is warped
and inconsistent. The modifying cir
cumstances of an act determine its
moral character Those circumstances
the world seldom knows and, even
should it know, would not care to I'm,
derstand. When the evidence is all
In and the Great Judge prepares to
bring in his verdict of Guilty or No,
Guilty | feel sure that he will take
into account all the extenuating cir.
cumstances. Is your loveless mar
riage sanctified in the eyes of God
simply because it has been legalized
in the eyes of man? Your husband
knows only the desire of possession;
/ love you with the complete trinity
of body, mind and soul"
His voice had risen in the intensity
Of his appeal, but the last words end
ed almost in a sob.
You say your husband refuses to
divorce you. My yacht lies in the
harbor; at word from you she shall
spread her wings. We"
On the threshold stood a little lad
Simultaneously their eyes wandered
from the tangled curls down over the
ridiculously short expanse of bare
sun-browned legs.
Il was sure | would find you here
he began. Il followed you over the
fields and brought you these daisies
because you have no little boy; | was
sorry for you"
The woman caught the child in heI
arms and strained him TO her yearn.
ingly His dusty little feet strayed at
will over the skirt of her green linen
gown.
Thank you, she said simply, one
Of the rare smiles reserved for chill
dren illumining her face. But tell
me, dear, why you were sorry for
me-
Last night the child began, nest.
ling contentedly into the curve of heI
arm, u heard father and mother talk
ing of you, after ! had gone to bed
couldn't hear all they said, but | un.
derstood mother 10 say you had hurt
yourself. Did you bump your head:
with sudden inspiration) cause if
you did, | know just how horrid you
feel. | bumped mine once and it hurt
and hurt ever so rlany nights. After
it stopped hurting the ugly scar stay.
ed just the same"
The scar, john the woman's head
dropped lower and lower; a painful
silence fell on the little company. The
lad slipped down, and, kissing her
hand sped away over the hills The
childs quick intuition had perceived
the strain of the situation.
The man rose and raised the WON.
ans averted face to his, until their
eyes met. He was the first to break
the spell which held them
God sends revelations even in these
days. We have entertained one of his
angels unawares." His voice was ten.
der and strangely softened. Weighed
III 'iS boAoiiNC anu lOuup WdHi-
ing. The Grey Gull shall sail to NOR
row and IL must be her only pas
senger. Forgive me, dear. l did not
think about the scar"
He folded her trembling hands in
his firm, strong ones and gazed into
the deep, steady glow of her eyes. His
own were very bright with unshed
tears as he said, Goodnight"
THE daisies" she whispered softly,
carefully dividing the cluster of flow.
ers beside her and extending half OF
them towards him shyly.
He took them reverently; a new.
sweet diffdence had suddenly sprune
up between them. His eyes travelled
from her well-poised head in it's frame
of shining hair, to her feet, clad in
their stout little oxfords. He even no
ticed, his throat contracting sharply
the perky little bows of her wide silk
lacings. Then he turned and walked
steadfastly away his shoulders erect.
his face turned toward the setting sun
The woman watched him until he
disappeared around the curve in the