The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-08-19

SO WOnOer1ul l believe you could do
two whole lifes' works at once. do.
And well maybe could manage one
on my own account; but it wouldn't
be work. 1t would be doing things 1
just couldn't help doing-loving you
and trying to make you happy"
Tommy" said Celestia, "if now,
when we are not even engaged to be
married, you exert yourself in every
| way to keep me from going about
among the people and telling them
how the world may be made a better
state, try in fact to keep me all to
yourself, how would it be if we were
| married? I've got to go the way I
| have been sent to go, and you, with
the law on your side, and all the ira
| ditions of mans rights in marriage
would try to prevent me"
What if I promised not tor
You'd have to promise that"
II want you so," exclaimed Tommy,
that I'll promise anything. Will you
marry me?"
81 don't know, Tommy DEAR" she
said.
He drew long breath, rose and
walked to the window.
Il think not" said Celestia, and
then noting the really tragic express
sion upon the young mans face, she
added, But sometimes l think I'd like
to-"
1t had been found necessary to in
stall telephone in the Douglass
house, on account of the swiftly
spreading range of Celestia's engage
ments.
This was now heard ringing and a
moment later Freddie the Ferret in
terrupted them to say that someone
wanted to speak with Mr.. Barclay.
Tommy returned from the telephone
looking still more detected.
81 expected to stay all afternoon,
he said, 'sand help you with your
mail; but it seems that my father
wants to see me very urgently and
suppose I've got to go?"
"Of course you have" said Celestia,
cheerfully.
''Freddie,'' said Tommy, 81 neglected
to hang up the receiver, will you do
it?''
1t was sometimes hard to get rid
of Freddie.
When the Ferret had gone out, Tom
my made one last appeal to Celestia,
going very close to her and speaking
swiftly in low voice.
She heard him out gravely, and
at the end of his impassioned plead
ing shook her head still more gravely.
when l know what is right for
me to do she said, then I'll tell
you. And what I tell you will be final.
There are some debts that people have
no right to pay. Perhaps my life,
which 1 owe to you, is such debt.
1 don't know. But know this, that if
you want to go on seeing me, you
mustn't make love to me any more.
It makes it so much harder for me
to think clearly. Some morning I shall
wake up knowing what l ought to do,
and if l wake up knowing that | ought
not to marry you, then of course, l
won't"
Tears gathered in her eyes, and she
added, Even though it broke my
heart. Now CO."
MAY I come back when I've seen
my father?"
eff you'll be good, Tommy"
In spite of their recent differences
of opinion, and Barclays long series
of disappointments in Tommy, they |
met with perfect friendliness, and as
if there had never been any trouble |
between them. Barclay opened the |
conversation with a laughing refer !
ence to the Octagon fire.
Il used to look for your name on |
the sporting page of my newspaper"
he said, "but now l have to turn to
the accounts of socialist meetings and
of fires. Was it as close shave as
the paper made out?'
''It certainly was,'' said Tommy, ut
wasn't just twice over; it was five
times over, and I didn't think my
beard would ever grow again.
How did the famous Celestia be-
have?"
Like a brick, except when she
tainted after getting all the other girls
out"
81 am very interested to see her.
said Barclay, land to hear her speak
A friend of mine heard her address
the Shirtmakers' Union, after the fire,
and came away talking like lunat1c.
How does she impress your
LAS a speaker"
Barclay smiled and nodded. Tommy
blushed and did not SMILE
"She has a beautiful voice." he said,
''she seems to speak to one person at
a. time until everyone has been spoken
to. The most interesting part is her
power of convincing people. Men
whom 1 have known to have oppo-
site theories seem to come right around
to her way of thinking"
Barclay appeared to be somewhat
He did not speak for some
moments, but studied the chandelier