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ont icing In love with you because you
did believe I had tried to marry your
brother. and"
MARY. I only knew-for the first
time-that ysu-that you were"
Were desperately poor" she said,
You can't even say that. Bibbs. II
was true: | did try to make Jim want
to marry me. | did" And she sank
down into the chair, weeping bitterly
again. BIbbs was agonized.
MARY" he ~groaned. 81 didn't know
you could cry"
Listen" she said. listen till I get
through want you to understand,
We were poor, and we weren't fitted to
be. We never had been. and we didn't
know what to do. We'd been almost
rich: there was plenty. but my father
wanted to take advantage of the
growth of the town; he wanted to be
richer. but instead-well. just about
the time your father finished building
next door we found we hadn't any
thing. People say that. sometimes,
meaning that they haven't anything In
comparison with other people Of their
own kind, but we really hadn't any
thing-we hadn't anything at all,
Bibbs! And we couldn't do anything.
You might wonder why ! didn't try to
be a stenographer'-and I wonder my
self why. when a family loses its
money. people always say the daugh'
ters ought to go and be stenographers.
It's c~urious!-as If a wave Of the hand
made you into a stenographer. No. I'd
been raised to be either married com
fortably or a well-to-do old maid, IL
chose not to marry. The poverty came
on slowly. Bibbs, but at last it was al
there-and l didn't know how to be a
stenographer. l didn't know how to
be anything except a well-to-do old
maid or somebody's wife-and j
couldn't be d weii-to-do old maid,
Then, Bibbs, ] did what I'd been raised
to know how to do. l went out to- be
fascinating and be married. l did II
openly, at least, and with a kind of de-
cent honesty. ! told your brother j
Il uItdLl " kdSIihilC I'LL IL ih's =
was not in love with him, but l let him
think that perhaps l meant to marry
him. i think did rnean to marry him,
l had never cared for anybody. and
thought it might be there really wasn't
anything more than a kind of excited
fondness. l can't he sure, but l think
that though I did mean to marry him
I never should have done IT, because
that sort Of a marriage is-it's sacri
lege-something would have stopped
me. Something did stop me: 1t was
your sister-in-law. Sibyl. She meant
no harm-but she was horrible. and
she put what l was doing into such
horrible words-and they were the
truth-oh! l saw myself! She was
proposing a miserable compact with
me-and l couldn't breathe the air OF
the same room with her, though I'd SC
cheapened myself she had a right to
assume that l would. But couldn't
l left her, and / wrote to your brother
just a quick scrawl. i told him JUS
what I'd done; | asked his pardon, and
l said l would not marry him. l post
| ed the letter. but he never got it. That
was the afternoon he vas killed. That's
all, Bibbs. Now you know what l did
and you know-me!" She pressed
her clenched hands tightly against her
eyes, leaning far forward, her head
bowed before him.
Bibbs had forgotten himself long
ago; his heart broke for her. "Couldn't
you Isn't there Won't you" he
stammered. MARY, I'm going with ia
Their. Isn't there some way you could
use the money witlout-without-"
She gave a choked little laugh.
You gave me something to live for
he said. you kept me alive, I think
and I've hurt you like this!"
Not you-Oh no."
You could forgive me, MaryY
"Oh, a thousand times!' Her rfght
hand went out in a faltering gesture
and just touched his wi for an In
slant. But there's nothing to for
give"
"And you can't you can't"
Cant what, Bibbsi7
"You couldn't"
Marry your shs said for him.
"Yes."
mo, no, no" She sprang up, facin:
him. and. without knowing what sh.
did, she set her hands upon his breast
pushing him back from her a little. :"
can't, l can't! Don't you see?"
Mary"
"No. no! And you must 60 now
Bibbs: l can't bear any more
please"
Mary"
Never, never, n.ver!" she cried, II
a passion Of tears. You mustn't com
any more. l can't see you, dear! Never
never, never!"
Somehow. in helpless. stumbling ODE
dience to her ~beseeching gesture, b,
got himself to the door and out Of tn,
house.
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