The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-02-28

said simply. "And now, one wort
more. Frederic You must accept this
new condition of affairs in the righ
spirit. Your father has married agair
after all these years. 1t is not likely
/ that he has done so without dellbera-
! tion. Therefore. it is reasonable tC
assume that he Is bringing home with
him a wife of whom he at least Is
proud. and that should weigh con
siderably in your summing up of the
situation. She will be beautiful. ac-
complished, refned-and good, Fred
eric OF that you may be sure. Let
me implore you to withhold judgment
until another and later day"
II do not object to the situation,
Mrs. Desmond" said he, the angry
light returning to his eyes, so much
as resent the wording of that tele-
gram. It is always just that way. He
loses no chance to humiliate me,
He"
Hush! You are losing your temper
again"
We'll, who wouldn't? And here's
another thlne,-the very worst of all
How is this new condition going to
affect you Mrs. Desmond?'
She was silent for a momen( "Of
course | shant stay on here, Fred
eric shall not be needed now.
As soon as Mrs. Brood is settled here
shall GO
"And you expect me to be cheerful
and contented!" he cried bitterly.
Something of the sort" she said.
MY father objects to my going into
business or taking up a profession.
| am dependent on him for everything.
But why go into that? We've talk
ed it over thousand times. | don't
understand, but perhaps you do. It's
dogs way of living
your father is making a man of
you"
"Oh, he is, eh?' with great scorn.
"Yes. He will make you see some
day that the kind of life you lead is
not the kind you want Your pride,
your ambition, will rebel. Then you
will make something out of life for
yourself"
well, it looks to me- as if he
means to make it impossible for me
to marry Mrs. Desmond. I've thought
of it a great deal"
And it is impossible"
mo. | will marry Lydia, even
though have to dig in the streets
for her. 1t isn't that, however
There's some other reason back of
his attitude, but for the life of me
| can't get at it,"
II wouldn't try to get at il, my
dear" she said. wait and see.
Come, YOU must have your coffee.
| am glad you came down early. The
old gentlemen are at breakfast now,
Come in"
He followed her dejectedly, a per-
ceptible Groop to his shoulders.
Mr.. Dawes and Mr.. Riggs were
seated at the table. Lydia, tritle
pale and distrait, was pouring out
their coffee. The old men showed
no sign of their midnight experience
They were very wide-awake, clear
eyed and alert. as old men will be
who do not count the years of life
left in the span appointed for them.
Good morning Freddy" said they
almost in one voice. As he passed
behind their chairs on his way to
Lydia's side. he slapped each of them
cordially on the back. They seemed
to swell with relief and gratitude
He was not in the habit of slapping
them on the back.
Good morning, gentlemen said
he Then he lifted Lydias slim fin
gers to his lips. Good morning,
dear" She squeezed his fingers
tightly and smiled A look of relief
leaped into her eyes; she drew a
long breath
She poured his coffee for him ev-
cry morning Her hand shook a little
as she lifted the tiny cream pitcher
Il didn't sleep very we'll" she eX-
planned in low voice His hand
rested on her shoulder for a moment
in a gentle caress.
Poor old Jim" sighed Mr.. Dawes.
Hell probably have to ask us to
yamoSe 100. | imagine she'll insist
on making a spare bedroom out OF