The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-02-03

she phrased it to herself. She was
! surprised at the refined, delicate little
woman who stood before her.
She bowed. Mrs. Stranger" she in.
quired.
Doris stood looking at her steadily
her hands clasped in front of her. do
you love my husband?" she asked.
Lydia Emmons, entirely at a loss
how to answer remained silent.
81 have not come to you to make
trouble" Doris went on. But, you
see. love Mortimer. and we have no
children. So that will make it easier"
Easier for what?"
"To let him divorce me-"
81 will answer you truthfully," said
Lydia. 81 do not love your husband
at ALL"
Then why is your name coupled
with his constantly? Why does he
spend all his time with you? Oh.
won't you either take him, II you want
each other, or give him back to me?"
wept Doris.
Lydia looked at her. and an intense
curiosity stirred in her She put her
hands upon the other woman's shout
ders.
why does he mean so much to
your" she asked. HE is not worthy
of you"
"He Is! He isl" cried Doris indig.
nantly. 1T is | who am not worthy
of him. | have not been able to live
as he wished me to live. He is my
husband, and 1t Is my duty to make
him happy. | want chance to try"
Lydia Emmons was still more as
founded "But-but don't want to
rob you of him." she stammered. TEL
me, Mrs. Strange what sort Of woman
do people say that l ann"
"Bad!" sohhGp Doris, like a resent
full child
Very bad! Thoroughly vicious
and depraved?"
81 don't pay heed to gossip unless
I have to. But people in our circles
are talking. That was why I came tC
you"
What would she think II she knew
what Mortimer had asked her? Lydia
was suddenly appalled,.
Mrs. Strange" she said quietly. :"
am not what the world would call {
good woman, | suppose. Maybe an
naturally bad, or maybe l never haC
a dogs chance when was a girl. Blu
I am not as bad as some think. d,
you know, have often wanted an op
portunity to make some sacrifice, t
show that there is some good in me
II isn't much of sacrifice so far n
your husband Is concerned, Mrs
Strange-but I'm going to make 1t.
am going to bring him to your feet
forever"
Doris looked up swiftly into tn,
= others face, and she put her hand
in Lydia's with the same childlike con
fidence.
ooh, believe in you'll" she cried. :"
am so sorry for what said. You ar
good woman, and | shall tell every
. body So"
Lydia smiled and kissed her.
On the veranda Of the club Mort
mer Strange was waiting for Lydi
Emmons. He had been waiting mos
b. of his spare time during the past tire
days, and he was uneasy and pei
picked at not having seen her. II wa
growing dark, and sort of faded re
= nance was growing in the man
soul.
:. And when at last she came the spr
a rious passion that leaped up in hi
heart threatened to sweep him fror
!. his bearings. She was dressed all 4
white, and there was look on he
i, face that reminded him. though h
- did not know why, of Doris in the day
>. of their courtship.
= She sat down at his side and the
- two we're together at last, as Mort
;, mer had hoped. He took her hand.
y "Lydia!" he cried exultantly.
- have brought the proof with meth
!. proof for which you asked"
" He drew the paper from his poke
and gave 1t to her.
u Here is the value of million do
lars" he said. What the brides c
:. the Reich company could not effect
70 yours. You shall keep 1t, and the pr,
ceeds. as the proof OF my love-"
~ "Morty," said Lydia quietly, "di
~ you ever tell any other woman tha
70 you loved herr"
!" mot az tell you" he answered.
'ss "Your wife. then. You didn't car
!. for her when you asked her to shar
= your life In the long ago?"
" Mortimer wriGgled in his chat
= why q you mention my dfc?'' Il
- asked.
because you have the best wife
70 the world, and are the least deservin
10 of her." she answered. you are
fool, Morty, Just a common little foo
" You are going to get the worst turl
20 ing down that you have ever had. Yo
VI are going to be made to see yourse
" as you area little man In big par
y who has lost his bearings and take
!, ~ the spurious for the real. Go home
" your wife, Morty, and ask her forgiv
~ ness upon your Bonded knees becaus