The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1915-01-21

Bob" she said softly, there is a
way out OF all this. have taken you
at your word and kept silent, but you
know what meant"
A frown passed over his face; a look
not of anger but OF pain.
You mean Brand?" he asked.
Yes"
He dropped her hand Unconscious.
ly his whole form stiffened. He got up
from the window seat and stood look.
Ing down at her.
Yes. there 10 way out" he an
swered, but that is not the way"
Suddenly he caught her up in his
arms.
Jane" he cried, Il never want TO
speak harshly to you In my life. did
once and have regretted II more than
once. But you must not talk that way.
II 10 not that wish TO dominate, or
love you enc bit less for your per
sistency in most matters you could
make me do anything you wished. Not
make me, for you know 1t is my 10y to
please you. But In this you hurt me;
not because you oppose me, but be-
cause II Is you. You are good and you
are honest and II you persevere in this
II Is because you do not understand.
That Is what hurts; that | cannot
make you understand: the blandish-
ments and wiles OF pure crook
should not outweigh the counsel OF
your husband"
His words hurt her again. Instinc.
lively she recolled as II they stood at
opposite Drinks OF some chasm and she
feared to take the leap But Jane was
In the fight to stay this time. In her
mind 1t was Bob who was blinded and
not her. She was ready to receive the
blow and parry it. but she was deter.
mined to return balm for stringent
and do battle in a woman's way.
But. Bob" she said, as she stepped
to him and put her arm around his
shoulder; ARE we so unequal either
mentally or morally? Isn't IL possible
that you are mistaken as we'll as IL"
mo, we are not unequal, dear" he
answered. "and 1t is as possible for me
to be wrong as you. But you are
arguing from determined conviction
rather than true one. do not mean
you are deliberately deceiving your.
self. but you have permitted yourself
to be deceived"
He thrust her out at arms length
and looked fixedly into her eyes.
"Oh, Jane" he cried. why do you
say these things? Why do you cheap
en- yourself by defending dishonesty?
Business? Rot! It's theft A crook
Is crook and crooked deal IA
crooked You can't make anything
else out Of II. What right have YOU
or | to $4,000 we haven't earned? ?
None. There's the answer and Demos
themes himself could not alter II with
words"
Still Jane persisted. Still she sub
dued a spirit that rebelled.
I'm not asking Demosthenes to
alter It. Bob I'm not asking you TO
submit to anyone's influence, but
mine. You know, whatever you may
think Of Brand, that l have no ones
interest at heart but yours and mine.
Do you remember the words OF our
courtship? Wen be partners. That's
what we said. Partners. Is II Gus.
tomary for one partner to say Il will
have this. or I will do that or is It
usual for them to unite one way or
the other and say 'Wer | have tried
to uphold my end Of the bargain. What |
we have done we have done together
We haven't had much. Don't" she |
added quickly as she saw him start as
IL from a blow. 'Don't-thipk that | |
am holding that up to you. You are
an honest, able man and any woman
could be proud to call you husband. |
What this world has given you. or
what you have taken from II, have
been content to share. That is all I |
ask now; to share what you can take"
''The right word" he interrupted
quickly. Take; that is II: take: |
steal! Do you hear me, Jane? Steall"
He brought his fist down squarely ON
the table. then checked himself as II
OF vehemence.
"Oh. what's the use?" he said. He
bent toward her again. but without the
touch or caress OF a moment before.
Jane" he ended. and his voice was
low and sorrowful; I'm not a thief
and not even you can make me one."
There was the cold finality in his
voice that meant mo more" She saw
Il; saw that she had lost again. The
venom OF money lust had run deep in
Jane, or In that moment she would
have seen and felt the man of him.
But she turned away. The blood
TO her cheeks Her answer,
though. was as stolid as his and Il
was not wrung from her with pain.
All right. Bob. We will let IL drop.
But mark my words-" she turned to
aim with fearless. fiery eyes-"Bob,
you will remember this dayi"
Poor janet She was right: he
would remember that day, but how
much more would she remember It'll
Oh how many days and months and
1ears would she remember It and Try
n vain to efface the memory!