The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1916-08-10
FROM THE ASHES
~ HELEN NEAL

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"And that's just what I can't under.
stand, Maude. She has told me that
she loved me. She promised me, I'll
not trife, Carey; I'll be as true as steel
to YOU And the very next night she
went to q dinner dance with that sales
man"
She listened patiently. Poor Carey!
Maude was eight months his junior,
but she felt eight years older.
Carey was in love with a girl, =
pretty, foolish little thing, all eyes,
hair and pink cheeks, who had abr apt
ly discarded him for a person of h,ani-
cured nails, massaged cheeks, tailor
made clothing and perfume.
And Maude? Maude was the solace.
Never mind, Carey" she said at
the end Of his latest outburst. Never
worry, my friend, time will tell which
is the better man and Laura will see
it."
There was one thing about Maude-
she always knew how to say the right
thing at the right time. That's why
Carey came to see her in his trouble.
And Maude loved Carey. She hated
herself for it. She knew she was only
something comfortable to him, like an
old shoe or a warm dressing gown on
q cold morning. She knew she ought
not to listen to his troubles, but should
tell him plainly that she would be nc
mans c%onfessor. But, then, Carey
would stop coming, and the thought of
not seeing him left such a stab in
her heart that she let things go o.
and despised her weakness.
When Carey said good-by that night
he placed a light hand on either of
Maude's shoulders. you're a real pal,
Maude, the best pal q fellow ever had.
I don't Q how ONE women al be
such angels and others-such devils"
And when the door closed after him
Maude leaned up against the wall q
moment with closed eyes,. "How diff.
ferent would have been his parting
from her." she thought, "a hungry
clasp, q kiss, q look deep in the eyes,"
When the Country club dance came
of, Of course, Carey took Maude. She
was not without q certain %prettiness
herself, this little lady Of much wis
dom. She felt that tonight would be
a sort Of test, for Laura would be
there, and excitement lent color to
her cheeks and sparkle to her eyes
that made her wonderfully attractive.
Laura was there, all curls and frivol
and fun; plenty Of partners, much
laughter and never a look at poor
Carey, in whose eyes tragedy sank
deeper and deeper as the evening wore
on. He danced dutifully with Maude,
but dancing left him plenty Of time
for thought, for she was one of those
dancers that float by your side. He
seemed scarcely aware that he was
dancing with q partner, SO light was
her touch and so perfect her time.
The look in Carey's eyes and the tur-
moil of her own heart made the sit.
uation unbearable for the girl and at
last she suggested that they go home.
1t seemed to Maude that if Carey
should ever mention Laura Stacy's
name she would do something des-
perate. They were silent until they
reached Maude's door. Then Carey
said, despondently: did you e her?
She never once thought of me-"
Then something took possession of
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mot another word! What do you
think I ann" It seemed to. her as
If her voice ose to a shrek. Give
stood your silly patter about that
odious little cat, Laura Stacy, as long
as I'm going to. I've listened to the
rehearsal of your tale of woe till I'm
sick. I'll be no mans v%icarious sweet.
heart, and, as for you, I never want to
Q your face again. You're a big,
selfish brute who has been hurt and
wants stroking, but with never q
thought of the pain and humiliation
you could inflict. Good night"
She turned and left him, and with
her head high walked into the house
and to her room, where she threw
herself on the bed in an agony of re-
morse. How could she have been SO
unladylike as to forget herself? How
!. she must have hurt him! She must
have revealed her feelings for him.
Oh, the thought was unbearable!
She felt that she could not endure the
air in her room any longer. It was
hot and sitting. She changed her
frock for something less fragile and
crept forth into the garden. How soft
and sweet nature seemed at this quiet
hour! If her W soul were only equal
ly at peace!
How long she paced back and forth
In TIM oordnn she did nOt know