The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-04-18

there a parallel to be seen there. IA
ther? am your son. She is your
wife. YOU"
There never was a time when l
really hated you, my son. tried to
but that is all over. We will not rake
up the ashes AS for my wife-well, l
have tried to hate her. 1t is impossible
| for me to do so. She is a wonderful
woman But you must understand on
the other hand that do not love her.
did when she looked at me with your
mothers eyes and spoke to me with
your mothers lips. But-she is not
the same"
Give yourself a chance, dad.
"A chance? What do you mean"
Just this You will come to love
her for herself if only you will let go
of yourself You are trying to be
hard. YOU"
Again Brood interrupted. His face
had gone very pale and his eyes grew
dark with pain
You don't know what you are say
ing. Frederic. Let us discontinue the
subject"
Il want you to be happy-I want
81 shall be happy. | am happy. Have
| not found out the truth? Are you
not my beloved son? Are
And who convinced you of all that,
sir? Who is responsible for your pres
ent happiness-and mine?"
Il know. | know" exclaimed the fa-
ther in some agitation
You'll regret 1t all your life if you
fail her now, dad Why, hang it all,
you're not an old man. You are less
than fifty. Your heart hasn't dried up
yet Your blood is still hot. And she is
glorious Give yourself chance. You
know that she's one woman in mil
| lion, and-shes yours, She has made
you happy-she can make you still
happier
No. | am not old. am far younger
than | was fifteen years ago. That's
what | am afraid of-this youth | real
~ never possessed till now. If | gave
way to il now Td-well, | would be
like putty in her hands. She could
go on laughing at me, tritling with me
fooing me to"
She wouldn't do that" exclaimed
his son hotly.
Il don't blame you for defending
her. It's right that YOU should !, too
defend her in a way You are forget
ing the one important condition, how
ever. She has a point of view of her
own, my son. She can never reconcile
herself to the position you would put
her in If | permitted you to persuade
me that
Il can tell you one thing, father,
that you ought to know-if you are so
blind that you haven't discovered it
for yourself She loves you
My son, you are dealing with a
graver mystery than you can possibly
suspect--the secret heart of wom-
an"
We'll. I'm sure of it, father am
absolutely sure of it,
Brood shook his head and smiled
family. You are very young, my
boy"
What's to become of her? You are
leaving her without a thought for her
future. YOU
Il fancy she is quite capable of ar
ranging her future AS a matter of
fact. she mad arranged it pretty def
nitely before this thing happened.
] 4 hot LNrahartn II is i'm
possible for me to take her away with
,us. II is not to be considered. | cant
make travesty Of
At any rate" pleaded Frederic,
YOU can assure her that the world
isn't black place in which she's got
to spend-oh, you know what I'm try
ing to get at"
Once more the quiet smile fitted
across his fathers face. She is not
the kind to find the world a black
place. my boy. She will not allow it
TO be black
That's why | say she can make
yours a good deal brighter for you
II you'll only give yourself chance "
You speak OF giving myself a
chance. Why do you put IT in that
way"
because it's the truth, proclaimed
his son. you've missed a good many
things, father. because YOU never gave
Yourself a real. honest chance. /"
Wed better drop the subject, Fred
eric" said Brood an abrupt change in
his manner. There is nothing more
TO be said Matters have shaped them
selves We will not attempt to alter
them | cannot reconstruct myself in
day my boy And now, let us talk
OF Lydia She"
"All right, but bear this in mind:
Lydia loves Yvonne. and she's heart
broken Now we'll talk about her, il
you like
Lydia had as little success in her
rather more taCtful interview with
Yvonne. The incomprehensible crea-
ture. comfortably ensconced in the
great library couch, idly blew rings of
smoke toward the ceiling and as idly
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