The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-06-11

uoesnt caTe-sneb Always Win Otner
men.
Then he began coming here. He
never made an engagement yet
came to expect him every Wednesday
at fiVe-I lived for that hour. We
never talked mean about this. Yet
we both knew.
"The day he left for the war-he
came to say good-by. He tried to
make 1t a conventional call-but l
couldn't. / was the one to break
down. He said there was only one
solution-for him not to come back"
Her voice broke. She looked at
Helen with hopeless eyes.
"oh, how I've watched the papersi
But there's been nothing until yes
terday."
And yet" murmured Helen. III
you had married him, wouldn't Civ
ing him up now be even harder than
1t is?"
Harder" flercely. IF we'd had
six years of happiness, would our
lives have been wasted? Six years
with himl I'd barter my soul for
onel"
She was walking feverishly about
the room, her long hair partly un-
bound.
ooh, can't stand this" hysteri-
cally Il must know" turning desper-
ately to the desk phone. Mono. I
mustn't phone. Don't let mel"
q Can't l phone for your" fal-
tered Helen.
"Oh," looking at her wildly. why
didn't think of that? Eight-two-six-
nine Mayfair" excitedly. ASK for
Lieutenant - No-wait, cant give
you his namel"
Need know his name2 Couldn't |
say the lieutenant"
"Yes-yes,' eagerly, thrusting the
receiver into Helen's hand.
"Eight-twosix-nine Mayfairf ]
would like to know how the lieuten'
ant is"
Lieutenant Carson died this morn
ing at eleven thirty" came the an.
swer.
Although he Immediately rang on.
Helen still held the receiver. How
could she tell her? What words
would sound the least brutalf
But the woman's intuition needed
no words.
when did he die?" her voice was
curiously quie'.
AT eleven thirty" \
"That was after / drove by this
morning. He was there them
might have seen himl" Then abrupt
ly, You'll understand IL ! ask you to
go now, won't you? think I'd rather
be alone"
"oh, can't leave, you know" fright
ened at her strange quietness. "You
mustn't be alone Let me stay vita
you or send for someone"
She shook her head. Il couldn't
have anyone here without telling
them. But you needn't be anxious.
I'm all right. In a way" dreamiiy. -T'm
nearer to him now than / ever was.
He's more mine now than he is
hers"
But later, In the night II yoa
should need one-will you let me
know? Promise me thatl can't bear
to think of you here alone"
Yes, promise"
And with that Helen had to be
content. She went back down the
hall haunted by the picture Of that
woman alone with her grief
When she opened the door she start
ed with dismay at the sound Of War
rem whistling. She had not thought
he would be home, and just now she
shrank from meeting him. She dread
ed his brusque questioning.
He was in the bedroom. his foot on
chair brushing the bottoms OF his
trousers.
"Hello!" without looking up. This
blamed London mud sticks like -
Then he saw her face. What the
deuce's the matter now?"
"Oh. dear, 1--we been with the
woman next door," trying to hide her
face against his unresponsive arm.
who's the woman next door, Ell
bowling her away. the whiskbroom In
his hand. what are you sEiveling
about, anyway"
It was hard to tell such q story
while Warren, grimly unsympsthetio.
brushed. his clothes, put on a fresh
collar and cleaned his nails. Helen
stumbled through It brokenly.
Told all that yarn to you. ehf
Sounds like II was made out OF whole
cloth. Guess there's lot she didn't
tell
Warren, stopl' turning on him
fercely. "Oh, shouldn't have told
you! / might have known you
wouldn't understand. She's refined.
delicate"
Huh attacking his hair savage
ly. brush in each hand, mot much
delicacy in spelling Of that tale TO .
stranger"
"Oh. how can you be so hard!~
passiouately. Sometimes think yoa
haven't any"
well, Pm not haunting my feelings
in everybody's face. I've always said
women had no sense OF reticeaes
Think a man would bleat out story