The Madison journal., 1915-07-17

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She will not be there. s.
to come with us. She il
Isn't 1t the refinement of-crN
Cruelty, Lydia? I'd hardly Il
that. It's the order of destiny,
something Of the sort. She gambler
with fate and lost out. She's a good
loser. She hasn't squealed once"
"Squealed? ! hate that word"
Il hate squealer worse" said he.
"But seriously, 1t knocks me all out
whenever / think of her. I've hesi-
tated about speaking to father, dear
You see, I'm in rather a delicate posi-.
tion. Six weeks ago was madly in
fatuated with Yvonne. / don't deny
ft--and he knows all about it. Cad,
I'D give ten years of my life IL she
were going along with us tomorrow.
I'd give more than that to see this
whole unhappy business patched up so
that they could start off anew. But
I'm afraid he wouldn't take II well
from me IL asked him to include her
in the-er-party. It's his affair, not
mine. you see. He'd be justified in
considering me selfish in the matter.
II might seem as though / didn't care
q hang for his personal feelings and"
"She's his wife, however," said
Lydia, with a stubborn pursuing of the
lips. "She didn't wrong him and, after
all. she's only guilty of-well, she isn't
guilty Of anything except being a sis
ter Of the girl he wronged."
I'll have a talk with him If you
think best" said he, an eager CLEAN in
his eyes.
And / with Yvonne," she said
quickly. "You see. it's possible she is
the one to be persuaded"
He'll never ask her." said Frederic,
after long period of reflection.
What is to become Of herr" asked
Lydia, rather bleakly.
81 suppose she'll go away. 1t will
be the end"
I'll don't think / could bear It,
Freddy" she said, trace of tears in
her voice.
He swallowed hard. Then he cleared
his throat briskly. "Of course you've
observed that they never see one an.
other alone. They never meet except
when someone else Is about. He rather
resents the high-handed way in which
she ordered him to stay away from me
until ! was safely out OF danger. He
has spoken of It to me, but, for the
life of me can't tell whether he holds
It up against her or not. He says she
saved my life. He says she per-
formed q miracle. But he has never
uttered a word Of thanks or gratitude
or appreciation to her. I'm sure of
that, for she has told me so. And she
ts satisfied to go without his thanks.
She rather likes him the better for the
: WAY he treats the situation. There's
no hypocrisy about him. There's no
use shamming, Lyddy."
II see what you mean" she said,
with Q sigh. Il suppose we Just can't
understand things"
You've no idea how beautiful you
are today, Lyddy." he said suddenly
and she looked up into his glowing
eyes with a smile of ineffable happi
ness. Her hand found his and her
warm, red lips were pressed to its
palm in hot, impassioned kiss. Its
great to be alive! Great!"
"Oh, II is" she cried. 1T isl"
They might better have said tha,
1t is great to be young, for that Il
what 1t all came to In the analysis
Later on Brood Joined them in the
courtyard. He stood, with his hanc
on his sons shoulder, chatting care
lessly about the coming voyage, al
the while smiling upon the radiant
girl to whom he was promising para
= disc. She adored the gentle, kindly
gleam In these one-time steady. steel
like eyes. His voice, too, of late wa:
pitched in softer key and there was
the ring Of happiness in its every
note. 1t was as II he had discovered
something In life that was constantly
surprising and pleasing him. He
seemed always to be venturing into
fresh fields of exploration and findine
there something that was of inesti
mable value to his new estate. Every
day he was growing richer, happier
and yet poorer when it came to self
appraisement. All his life he had
boarded the motives and designs that
applied to self. He had laid by q
great store of hard things for his old
age; they were being wrested from
him by this new force that had taken
possession Of him and he saw how
lily he had invested his powers He
appraised himself very lowly and with
an ever-increasing shame. Rich. how
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