The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-12-18
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A Novel
A Week
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she had been struck. and said
My home IL her home
Well. then. take her there" he
ordered. frowning. Newspaper re.
porting. him. In New York? That's
devil Of lob for woman. And
husband who Well. you'll
have TO take u siX.month course In
oafing. young woman And ut the
end OF that time. " you are still
determined To work. can't you pick
out something easier-like taking
in scrubbing. for instance7'
managed u feeble smile. wish.
ing that he would 20 away quickly
40 that might sleep. lie seemed
4 20 divine my thoughts. for he dlsap'
pearcd into the corridor. taking
Norah\ with him. Their voices care
fully guarded. could he heard as
they conversed outside my door
Norah was telling him tho whole
miserable business wished. say.
agely. that she would lot mo tell II.
II II must be told How could she
paint tho fascination OF tho man
who was my husbandG She had
never known the charm OF him aa
| had known II In those few brief
months before our marriage. she
had never felt tho carcna OF his
!, voice. or the magnetism OF his
strange. smolder.ng eyes glowing
across tho smoke dlmmed city room
as ! had felt them fixed on me Ma
one had ever known what he had
meant To the girl OF twenty. with
her brain full OF unspoken dreams
dreams which we're all TO become
glorious realities In that wonder,
place. New York.
How he had fired my country.
girl imagination lie had been the
most brilliant writer on tho big.
/ brilliant sheet and the mos, dis
solutc How my heart had pound
ed on that first lonely day when
this Wonder Being looked up from
/ his desk. saw me. and Htrolled
over to where HA, before my type.
writer, He smiled down at me.
companlonably.
My names Orme." he said
grayely. Peter Orme. And II
yours isn't shRughncssy or Burke.
at least. then I'm no Judge OF wha,
black hair and gray eyes stand
for"
Then you're not" retorted I.
laughing up AT him. for II hap.
pens to be o'iiara Dawn o'Hara.
I e - place
Dawn O'Iara." said he slowly.
Z Dawn oHafa II sounds like a
Z rosc--a pink blush rose that Is
deeper pink at It's heart. and very
I sweet '
Then he turned and walked
away That had been the begin.
ming OF Il all.
lie had what We Irish call a
way Mid him" Never was glrl
so dazEled. 30 humbled. 80 wor-
SHIPPED. 80 neglected. so courted.
He was a creature OF "A thousand
moods TO torture one.
Hs wrote like modern Do
mosthcnes. with all political New
York TO culver under his philippics.
Tho managing editor used TO aend
him ont on wonderful assignments.
aud they used 10 held the paper
for his stuff when Il was late.
Sometimes he would be gone for
days AZ time. and when he re.
turned the men would look NJ him
Nth a sort OF admlring awe.
Well. ne were married. Love
cast a glamour over his very vices.
His love OF drinkf A weakness
which would transform into
strength. His white hot flashes OF
uncomfortable temper Surely
they would die down at my cool.
tender touch. His fits OF abstrae.
ton and irritabIlity' Nero eyi.
dcnces OF the genius within. oh.
my worshlpinx soul was always
alert with an excuse.
And 80 ws we're married. lie
bad quite tired OF me in less than
a year. and the fits OF abstraction
and temper could be counted upon
10 appear ottener than any other
I moods.
His work began 20 show slIpshod
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