Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1916-12-04


Ing his head In the light Of the desl
lamp. "What strong. quiet face |,
Is" she thought. Why did she get the
impression Of such a tremendous re
serve power In this man who was Z
clerk, and clerk onIy7 Behind him
she made quick, unconscious gesture
of appeal, both hands out for an In.
slant. She dropped them guiltily as
X. turned to her.
II wonder II you know, k" she said
"what lucky woman the woman will
be who marries your"
He laughed goOd-humoredly.
81 wonder how long l could hypno.
tie her into thinking that"
"Tve had time to do little think.
ing lately" she said, without bitter.
ness. palmer Is away so much now.
I've been looking back, wondering II
ever thought that about him. l don't
: believe ever did. WONDER"
She checked herself abruptly and
sat down. After a moment: "Has II
ever occurred to you how terribly
mixed up things are? Take this
Street, for instance. Can you think OF
anybody on It that-that things have
gone entirely right within"
"lts little world Of Its own, OF
course" said X, "and 1t has plenty
of contact points with life. But wher.
ever one finds people, many or few
one finds all the elements that make
up life-jOy and sorrow, birth and
death, and even tragedy. That's rath
er trlte, isn't it?"
Christine was still pursuing her
thoughts.
"Men are different" she said. etc
certain extent they make their own
fates. But when you think Of the
women on the Street-Harrlet Ken
nedy, Sidney Page, myself, even Mrs
Rosenfeld back In the alley-some
body else molds things for us, and all
we can do Is to sit back and suffer
l am beginning to think the world Is
terrible place, X. Why do people
so often marry the wrong people? Why
can't a man care for one woman and
only one all his life? Why-why is II
all so compllcated?'
There are men who care for only
one woman all their lives"
you're that sort, aren't your"
Il don't want to put myself on any
pinnacle. II cared enough for WON
an to marry her, I'd hope to But
we are being very tragic, Christine"
~ feel tragic. There's going to b.
another mistake, X, unless you stoI
It."
lie tried to leaven the conversation
with little fun.
III you're going to ask me to inter
fere between Mrs. Mckee and thu
deaf-and-dumb book and insurance
agent, shall do nothing of the sort
She can both speak and hear enough
for both OF them"
IL mean Sidney and Max Wilson
He's mad about her, X; and, because
she's the sort she Is, ho'll probably b,
mad about her all his life, even II h,
marrles her. But he'll not be true I,
her; know the type now"
X. leaned back with n flicker o
pain In his eyes.
. "What can l do about III"
Astute as he was, he did not suspec
that Christine was using this metho
TO fathom his feeling for Sidney. Pei
, haps she hardly knew It herself.
"You might marry her yourself, X.
But he had himself in hand by thi
: time. and she learned nothing from eI
, Their his voice or his eyes.
. ION twenty dollars weeki An
without 50 much as asking her cor
sent?' lie dropped his light tone. "Tr
7 not In position to marry anybody
l Even II Sidney cared for me, whic
she doesn't, OF course"
"Then you don't intend TO interfere
+. You're going TO let the Street see ar
t other faIluref'
|, Il think you can understand" sal
] X. rather YEARLY. that II cared les,
$ Christine. II would be easier to Intel
D ferc."
After all. Christine had known Thu
I or surmlscd II. for weeks. But II hui
(: like fresh stab In an old wound.
Q was X. who spoke again after n pause
' "rhe deadly hard thing. Of course,
| 10 sit by and see things happening thG
!. onc-that one would naturally try I
y prevent"
r II don't believe that you have n
A ways been OF those who only stand an
r wait" said Christine. Sometime. II
= when you know me better and like n
!. better want you to tell me about
1 will your"
There's very little 10 tell. hel
r n trust. When discovered that
:. was unit TO hold that trust any longc
. quit. That's all."
Z His tone Of iinallty closed the dlscu
= sion. Hut Chris,inc's eyes were {
- him often that evening, puzzled. rath,
= sad.
They talked Of books, " music.
"a Christine played we'll In n daShlng WI
10 X. had brought her soft, tender lit
"a things, aud had stood over her uni
IN her noisy touch became gentle. 81
~ played for him little, while he $
70 back In the big chair with his hai