The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1916-04-18

anything else 1 can do? You and papa
don't want me to do anything that dis
tresses me, and so, as this is the onlZ
thing to be done, it seems it's up to Ee
not to let it distress me. That'T all
there is about it, isn't it?"
but nothing must distress your
the mother cried.
''That's what I say! said Mary,
cheerfully. "And so it doesn't. It's
all right" She rose and took her cloak
over her arm, as if to go to her own
room. But on the way to the door she
stopped, and stood leaning against the
foot of the bed, contemplating a thread
bare rug at her feet. Mother, you've
told me thousand times that it doesn't
really matter whom girl marries."
mo, nor Mrs. Vertrees protested. IT
never said such "a"
mo, not in words; 1 mean what you
meant. It's true, isn't it, that marriage
really is not bed of roses, but field
of battle? TO get right down to it,
girl could fight it out with anybody,
couldn't she? One man as we'll as an
other?"
MARY, l can't bear for you to talk
like that" And Mrs. Vertrees lifted
pleading eyes TO her daughter1xeyes
that begged to be spared ut s6Spds
almost reckless!'
Mary caught the appeal, came to hel$
and kissed her gayly. "Never fret,
dearl I'm not likely to do anything
don't want to-I've always been too
thorough-going a little pig"
She gave her mother a final kiss and
went gayly all the way to the door this
time, pausing for her postscript with
her hand on the knob. ooh, the one
that caught me looking in the window,
mamma, the youngest one"
did he speak of it?" Mrs. vertreeT
asked, apprehensively.
mo. He didn't speak at all, th2t
saw, to anyone. 1 didn't meetfhim.
But he isn't insane, I'm sure; Of if he
Is, he has long intervals when he's not.
Mr.. James Sheridan mentioned that he
lived at home when he was well
enough; and it may be he's only an In
valid. He looks dreadfully Ill, but
he has pleasant eyes, and it struck me
that tiff one were in the Sheridan
family''-she laughed a little ruefully
The might be interesting to talk to
sometimes, when there was too much
stocks and bonds. l didn't see him aft
er dinner"
There must be something wrong
with him." said Mrs. Vertrees. They'd
have introduced him if there weren't"
Il don't know. His father spoke Of
sending him back to a machine shop
Of some sort; glanced at him just
then and he was pathetic-looking
enough before that, but the most tragic
change came over him. He seemed
just to die, right there at the tablev
Mr. Sheridan must be very unfeel-
ing"
mo" said Mary, thoughtfully, 81
don't think he is; but he mighA be I'M
compromising, and certainly As the
kind of man to do anything hAQnce
sets out to do. But wish l hadn't SSen
looking at that poor boy just then
I'm afraid I'll keep remembering" =
II wouldn't" Mrs. Vertrees smiled
family, and in her smile there was the
remotest ghost of a genteel roguish-
ness. "I'd keep my mind on pleasanter
, things, Mary"
Mary laughed and nodded. Eyes, in
, deed Plenty pleasant enough, and
probably, if all were known, too good
even for mel"
And when she had gone Mrs. Yer
trees drew a long breath, as if a buy
den were off her mind, and, smiling,
began to undress in a gentle reve1e.
lTn he continued 4