Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-04-03
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TURMOIL
A Novel BY.
BOOTH HARRINGTON
Author Of Il,
|" Monsieur Bsaucaire, = " The
Conquest Of Canaan, =
"Penrods !" etc.
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well" she asked, gravely, sis there
anything else can do? You and papa
don't want me to do anything that dis
tresses me, and so. as this, is, the only
thing to be done, It seems it's up to me
not to let 1t distress me. That's Ill
there is about 1t, isn't it?''
But nothing must distress your
+ the mother cried. II
THAT'S what sayw said Mary
cheerfully. And so it doesn't. It's
all right. She rose and took her cloak
/ over her arm, as If to 60 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 d thousand times that 1t doesn't
really matter whom girl marries."
No, nor Mrs. vertrees protested. II
meyer said such a. -.
No, not in words; mean what you
meant. It's true, isn't it; that marriage
really is not bed of roses, but field
Of battle? 70 get right down to it, q
girl could fight it out with anybody,
couldn't she7 One man as we'll as an
other2' &.>.
Mary, I can't bear for you to talk
like that" And Mrs. Vertrees lifted
pleading eyes to her daughter-eyes
that begged to be spared. 1T sounds
almost reckless" go y
Mary caught the appeal, came to her,
and kissed her gayly. "Never fret,
dear! I'm not likely to do anything 1
don't want to-Tve always been too
thorough-going little pig"
Y 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. "Oh, the one
that caught me looking in the window,
mamma, the youngest one" .. -
.Did he speak Of it?v Mrs. vertrees
asked, apprehensively. 50 ~
mo. He didn't speak at all, that I
saw, to anyone. I didn't meet him.
But he isn't insane, I'm sure; or II he
Is, he has long intervals when he's not.
Mr.. James Sheridan mentioned that he
lived at home when he was well
enough; end it may be he's only an in
valid. He looks dreadfully Ill, but
he has pleasant eyes, and 1t struck me
that Tiff one were, In the Sheridan
family"-she laughed little ruefully
The might be interesting to talk to
sometimes, when there was too much
stocks and bonds. didn't see him aft
er dinner 57z r.
tkarTYy, .~.A 80
with him." said Mrs. Vertrees. They'd
have introduced him If there weren't 2
II 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 theresat the table!' :
'Mr. Sheridan must be very unfeel-
ing 80 Us Si, a.
us mo" said Mary, thoughtfully, II
don't think he Is; but he might be I'M
comprehending, and certainly he's the
kind Of man to do anything he once
sets out to do. But wish i hadn't been
looking at that poorsboy just then!
Pm afraid I'll keep remembering"
81 wouldn't" Mrs. Vertrees smiled
family, and in her smile there was the
remotest ghost of genteel roguish-
ness AID keep my mind on pleasanter
thugs, Mary 4. p.
Mary laughed and nodded. eyes, in
deed! Plenty pleasant enough. and
probably, If all were known, too good
even for me!' ~ !.
And when she had gone Mrs. Yer
trees drew long breath, as il a bur-
den were on. her mind, and, smiling.
began to undress In a gentle reverie.