Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-03-19

but names 10 ner aid TO be part OF
the wild tide of life that sweeps
through a great city. For long time
she fought against her desire, but in
the end ii conquered her. The deadly
monotony of the life she led, the
| weary sameness of the faces she knew
| so well, the oft-told tales of places
where nothing happens, got upon her
nerves until she felt that she must
either commit suicide or end life In a
madhcuse. Then, summoning her
courage, she went to her husband and
told him of her longings. her despair.
| 1T isn't that ] don't love you." she
said, hurrying over the words that
she knew wounded him like stones
thrown by cruel hand, "but there is
something that tells me that | must
go away to the life that is calling me,
or I will die. You-you have seen the
world, you have your workout II
have never been beyond these hills
that smother me. | have nothing to
Misunderstanding but the days that
are all alike. Let me CO." she walled,
let me go only for three years. 1t
isn't much out of lifetime. and
will come back and be your slave the
balance of my life"
| For reply Jim Benton took the
slender little figure in his arms and
pressed 1t tight against his breast SO
that she might not see his face, but
she could feel the beating of his heart,
and once It seemed to her it almost
stopped. At last, however, ne found
his voice
Poor little girl" he said, poor lit
tie song bird that was given wings to
fly and that l have Gagged and then
he let her go from him to the life she
craved--freely. and ungrudgingly, and
made the way easy for her feet, for
the big silent man, keeping his faith
full watch ever the trust confided to
him, had powerful friends in the great
city, who put his wife in the way of
realizing her ambition
From the first she was one OF those
destined to success. Her glorious
beauty and her superb voice attracted
attention at once, and added to this
was strange, Elusive, intoxicating
vitality-a sense of the joy Of living
that was almost madness-tIat swept
her audiences into her mood, and
caught aud carried them along with
her in an irresistible Juror. Up and
up she went by leaps and bounds in
her profession of THE Queen of the
Cannibal Isles" She bad, as the Angel
had said to the manager, her little
world at her feet.
It vas ii this aeod Tide 81 her slle-
eess that she had turned her face
homeward The three years that she
had asked for had expired and not
once in all that time had she seen her
husband. Not once had he asked her
to come back to him, or repined at the
loneliness Of his lot. Now she was
going to the mines once more, and as
the train bore her on and on to her
destination, she strove in vain to
pierce the veil that hid the future.
Could she go back to the lonely mo-
notony OF that life? Was one mans
devotion worth the adulation of a
thousand? Had she the strength to
cast the goblet of success away from
her just when it was Drumming to the
full with all that's most alluring In
life? She could not answer.
She had not answered the question
when she arrived at the lonely sta
ton of the lonely little mining town.
She had not written Jim that she was
coming, and she made her way alone
to the little cottage where he lived,
and pushed the door softly open. The
rooms were vacant, and she wandered
from one to the other until she came
to the one where her husband lived.
There was his big desk, with his pa
pers and his little piles of ore to be
tested-orderly, business-like as she
remembered them, but over in one
corner. hanging against a nail was
something pink. She went over and
touched 1t. 1t was little pink linen
gown that she used to wear before she
went away, and that Jim had liked to
see her in. In a fash of intuition 1t
came to her all that it meantime
lonely man, deserted, heart hungry,
who had faithfully kept the little cast
off love, as the only thing he had left
OF the wife he had lost The pathos
of it cut her like knife. She dropped
down on her knees and buried her
face in the folds of the dress, and
when she got up her eyes were bright
with indescribable tenderness, and she
knew that this had answered her ques-
ticn.
A minute more and she had slipped
on the Paris gown she wore, and put
on the old pink frock, and then she
heard Jim's step along the hall, and
she turned to greet him.
Lorraine" he cried, and staggered
against the wall as IL he had seen a
ghost. but her strong young arms were