Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1916-11-17

"Your wish is my law-tonight," h
said softly.
After all, the evening was dIsat
pointment to him. The spontaneity ha
gone out Of IL, for some reason. TIL
girl who had thrilled to his glanc
those two mornings in his office, who's
somber eyes had met his, fire for fire
across the operating room, was no
playing up. She sat back in her chair
eating little, starting at every step. He
eyes, which by every rule of the gam,
should have been gazing into his, wer,
fixed on the oilcloth-covered passag,
outside the door.
II think, after all, you are fright
ened ~
Terribly"
"A little danger adds to the zest OF
things. You know what Nletzsche says
about that"
II am not fond of Nletzsche." Then
with an effort: what does he say?'
"Two things are wanted by the
true man-danger and play. Therefore
he seeketh woman as the most dan.
gerOus Of toys"
women are dangerous only when
you think Of them as toys. When a
man finds that woman can reason
| do anything but feel-he regards her
as menace. But the reasoning wom-
an is really less dangerous than the
other sort"
This was more like the real thing.
TO talk careful distractions like this,
| with beneath each abstraction its con-
cealed personal application, to talk Of
woman and look In her eyes, to discuss
new PHILOSOPHERS with their freedoms,
to discard old creeds and old morali-
ties-that was his game. Wilson be-
came content, interested again. The girl
was Undetermined. She challenged
his philosophy and gave him chance
to defend 1t. With the conviction. as
their meal went on, that lie Moyne
and his companion must surely have
gone, she gained ease.
1t was only by wild driving that she
got back to the hospital by ten o'clock.
Wilson left her at the corner, well
content with himself. As he drove up
the Street he glanced across at the
Page house. Sidney was there on the
doorstep. talking to tall man who
stood below and looked up at her.
Wilson settled his tie, In the darkness.
Sidney was mighty pretty girl. The
June night was in his blood. He was
sorry he had net kissed Carlotta good
night. He rather thought. now he
looked back, she had expected 1t.
AS he got out of his car at the curb,
n young man who had been standing In
the shadow of the treebox moved
quickly away.
Wilson smiled after him in the dark.
ness
'That you, Joe?" he called.
But the boy went on.
Sidney entered the hospital as a pro-
bationer early In August. Christine
was to be married In September to
Palmer Howe. and, with Harriet and
X. In the house. she felt that she could
safely leave her mother.
The balcony outside the parlor was
already under way. On the night be-
fore she went away Sidney took chairs
out there and sat with her mother I'M
Ill the dew drove Anna to the lamp
In the sewing room and her "Daily
Thoughts" reading.
Sidney sat alone and viewed her
world from this new and pleasant
angle. She could see the garden and
the whltewashed fence with Its morn
Ing glorles, and ut the same time, by
turning her head, view the Wilson
house across the Street. She looked
mostly ut the Wilson house.
X. lie Moyne was upstairs In his
room. She could hear him tramping
IN and down, and catch, occasionally,
the bltter.sweet odor OF his old brier
pipe.
All the small loose ends Of her life
were gathered up-except Joe. She
would have liked to get that clear, too.
She wanted him 10 know how she felt
about II all-that she liked him us
much rs ever, that she did not want
TO hurt him. But she wanted to make
II clear. too. that she knew now that
she would never marry him. She
thought she would never marry: but.
II she did. II would be n man doing a
mans work In the world. Her eyes
turned wistfully TO the house across
the Street.
KS lamp still burned overhead. but
his restless tramplng about had ceased.
He must be readlng-hc read n great
deal. She really ought TO 20 to bed,
A nclghborhood cat came stcalthily
across the Street. and stared up at the
little balcony with grecn.glowing eyes,
"Come on, Bill Taft" she said.
"Come on"
Joe Drummond, passing the house
for the fourth time that evening.
heard her voice, and hcsltated uncer.
tainly on the pavement.
"Joel Come In"
''It's late; I'd better get home"
The misery In his voice hurt her.
"rll not keep you long. l want to
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