El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1915-10-11
rs Told by the Wife
The Story Of a Doctor S Wife
Jim Farley Finds Connie Alone and in Tears
CHAPTER MI.

thodicaI h@ousekeeper tire Of my lazy
And from then on, the conversation
centered about Betty and her joyous
anticipation Of Marian Farley's week
end house party I BEGAN to wish that
], too. were going, but Peter did not
urge it again; and I was too proud to
suggest a change of heart
suddenly il swept over me that I
had never entered into Peters work.
and now 1 was being shut out from
his play, too He did not entr into my
passion Of worship for cur BOY And
so with separate interests absorbing
us. we were drifting into a relation
where our lives were two separate
stream that crossed in their courses
instead of flowing in one broad channel
to the sea Of life
Too many married couples are like
that, I think-separate in all their
deepest interests, living in a solitude
where each individual longs vainly for
understanding sympathy. And to ZACH
there is all too likely TO come some
one who brushes away that feeling of
being misunderstood" and who seems
to people the uncomfortable soul-soli-
tude we all know-and dread.
On Friday afternoon, Peter and
Betty whirled off gajly in Marian's
big car. Peters parting injunction
was TO be sure and catch the earliest
train Sunday morning, and not to tell
any inquiring patient where he was,
but to refer all 10 DR.. Richards
After the holiday-makers had gone,
I put my boy to bed and then went
through the farce of trying TO eat my
dinner Ny head ached DULY with IN
reQuited longing. and my dry throat
seemed TO say to food, NO thorough
faret" And so. I bad Annette clear
the table. and settled myself on the
couch in the living room with a book
1 knew well I could not read.
She Tries to Forget.
Very often when a woman heart Is
heavy size has a sudden desire TO mako
herself as beautiful as she can with
every ala to Nature At her command.
The acts of dressing seem to induce a
sort Of forgetfUlnes-i nat tle-e IS no
one 70, care whether or not one is love
". And there is great consolation il
loneliness be finally achieved. Well,
even if he doesn't appreciate me"
whispers a wayward heart Il am still
Young n acknowledgements life OF
fers me something And when a Wo-
man of high principles consoles her
self in that way, she does not guess
that she is having whispered conf
-deuceS with B~eelZebub, Prince OF Evil
Surely no woman who loved Peter
Draytou Is p~assiOnately as I did and
who so worshipped his son. could
dream that almost any substitute
would do when / was truggling TO for
get all my jealous doubts and fears,
How Circumstance must nave
laughed at me. when I settled my or
child colOred chiffOns about me on the
couch and picked Up Wisdom and
LNE1G4LE AIN Will AA4 1A4NnAAAA5
must she have stretched out the long
arm of coincidence and hurled Jimmie
Farley into the room at the particular
momen that L dropped my book list
lessly to the floor and turned and
burrOwed my head in the pillows to
muffle my wild sobbingi
lin Farley Appears.
can I help COnnisZ VIII you let me
stay and comfort youE" said a deep
voice on my shoulder there rested a
hand that fairly telsEraphed to my
thrObbing heart a ness ge of strength
Suddenly il flashed across my mind
from the emotional de!uge of my tears
though 1 cried so seldom as 10 feel
1 had a right TO my misery when 1t
cane
I tried TO laugh off my sobs, tried
to raise and assume some dignity Of
self-possessiOn. I got stumblinEly to
my feet and then collapsed in fOrlOrn
weakness in Jim Farley's arms 1
never meant TO find myself there-he
never meant to touch MS best friends
wife. OF that 1 an sure. And in a
I had pulled myself out Of the
refuge that seemed so providentially
mirror dabbiug al my eyes n laugh
ing with hysterical giggles hat
matched my hystericai tears
# Ien help youmtel me about
"Remember I'm Peters Pal-he's al
ways been my best friend
I'd like you 70. feel that I'm as loyal
TO you-as I am to him" He looked
at me steadily, and I knew then I
should never meet a man for whom I
could feel more absolute trust
7 like knowing you are my friend,
Jim If ever I need help III
come to you"
Jim stood looking at me with a
Queer>expression in kis eyes. Then
suddenly he fairly hurled a question
at me-th oldest question, 7 think,
man ever asked woman in like cir
CumstanCes-
"Connie-shan I ask your sister
Betty TO marry me?'