Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1915-01-15
MNk FAIFBAN NIX so1PANY
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very pretty young woman, but you arc
every day growing older"
What a pessimistic outlook on life
you have. dear Mrs. Selwin."
Not at all, not at all, my dear but
I have come to realize the weakness
of the strong and the fatuousness OF
the self centcred.
"My husband did not see me until
the young woman and he were seated.
7 watched her blush OF appreciation
as she buried her face in the violets.
He evidently said something very flat
tering to her and asked a favor, for
she stretched out a hand a very
pretty hand, by the way-across the
table and he gave her the single gar
denia, with a quick glance around to
see that no one was looking, a glance
which missed my interested espion>
age. She quickly raised the flower
to her lips and handed It back
IT had never seen the look on my
husbands face that he had as he care
fully drew the posey through his but
tonhole He had never I'm his life
asked me to kiss a flower. Then he
caught my eye and evidently his house
OF beautiful cards fell with a thud.
| had the strength however, to bow
and smile as though nothing out OF
the usual was happening.
Fortunately my party OF women
were strangers 10 him, and we were
nearly through our luncheon when he
came in. so we soon left the table
and l hurried home.
"rhe hours between my home-
coming and dinner we're the longest
ever spent In my life. | washed
the cosmetic off my face; / anathe-
matized the FURNISHED radiance OF
my hair as | tore 1t down from its
fashionable coiffure and arranged T.,
in the old way / divested myself OF
my newest Extravaganza in the way
OF a gown and pulled out one Of my
old. soft, white nuns yelling frocks
that had no particular style but
which was rather tasteful and suited
me.
"'What good did II do?' I asked
the drawn face | saw In the mirror,
for you TO try and bring youth back
you only cheated yourself - ana
your husband, knowing that you were
old, sought youth elsewhere? Do yon
remember. Margie, that old poem
about the kiss too long after which
life Is never the same again?
what shall | do?' ] asked my
self. What shall / do?' Then | tried
to make myself think II was only a
happcnstance' But. alas. ! knew |
had been a lookeron at the tragic
ending Of my one romance
Soon Mr.. Selwin came home. As
he came forward with the careless
assumption that all was the same and
bent az II to give me the usual cool
touch OF his lips we had for many
years called "a kiss, / stepped back.
Don't touch me- | cried.
"Why, what's the matter?' he
asked with an elaborate show Of sur
prise.
"'You know very well what II
the matter. saw you with that
woman at luncheon. Why did you not
tell me that you were tired Of me ana
that you wanted some one younger
and fairer-that you wanted youth2'
HE looked at me In silence for
moment and then he said, AZ though
he was answering his own question;
Perhaps that's t.
THE words as he said them did not
sound as hard as they do when I tell
them TO you, but they struck me like
blow nevertheless.
For a moment he said nothing and
then asked, What are you going TO
dor
what do you want me to do?'
" Naturally, / want you TO do moth
ing And as I started TO speak he
held up his hand: Wait a minute.
my dear, let me explain
"'Can 1t be explained asked
YEARLY.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow