The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1916-02-04

'''b - lllfll SuOtIlu ne elcIlldllS ~
ful to the memory of a dead woman"'
Not If he doesn't wan to-"
My point is that he oughtn't to want
to. See here, your body changes every
seven years, and I'll be hanged II your
mind doesn't change too. Now, YOU
married couple change together and so
keep abreast. But if the woman dies
she comes to a stop. In seven years
the survivor will have grown right
away from her. The constant husband
prides himself on his loyalty and is
ashamed to admit even in camera that
a resurrected wife wouldn't fit into his
present life, but in nine cases out Of
ten the wounds healed and cicatrized,
and only a sentimental scruple bars
him from saying so. And there, as l
take it, he's wrong"
"What would you have him do?"
"Take another woman and make her
and himself happy"
What becomes of the dead wife's
point Of view?"
According to my creed, you know,
she's got no point of view at all"
"You can't expect me to follow you
there
"No, and so III cite your own creed.
After the resurrection there shall be no
marrying or giving in marriage. Shes
no call to be jealous"
you've no romance about YOU"
"No se~ntimentalism, you mean. Half
the feelings consecrated by public opin-
ion are trash. It's astounding how We
do adore the dumps. Happiness is our
first duty. 1t seems to me that one
needs more courage to forget than to
remember. That's where I've been
weak myself"
Lucian put his hand inside his coat
and took out the letter which Farqu-
har had read. He had been leading up
to this point. He spread it open on his
knee, showing the thick, chafed, blue
paper, the gilded monogram and daisy
crest. the thin Italian writing. Give
carried that about for nine years." he
said, glancing up and then held the pa.
per to the fire and watched it catch
light. The advancing line Of brown,
the blue edged fame, crept across the
letter, leaving shriveled ash In its
track. Lucian held it till the heat
scorclled his fingers and then let it fall
it not" he said, turning from the
black, rustling finder to meet Farqu.
har's eyes.
"My dear De Saumarez."
Don't humbug. You read it wher
you thought I was unconscious"
"Ah,' said Farquhar, NOW l under
stand why you understood"
He altered his pose slightly, relaxing
as though freed from some slight. ON
nipresent c%onstraint. The nature which
confronted Lucian was different II
gross and in detail from the mask o.
excellence which he had hitherto KEEP
on. Vices We're there and virtues unsus
pected-coarse. barbaric, potent quail
ties, dominated by a will power might
Ter than they. Race characteristics
hitherto overlaid, suddenly started out
and Lucian. recurring quickly to tht
last fresh lie which Farquhar had tole
him, exclaimed. why, man,, you're
Russian YOURSELF"
"Halfbreed. MY mother was Rus
sian. My father was Scotch, but a nat
uraiized Russian subject. The worse
for him. He died in the mines. Con
found him, a pretty ancestry he's givel
me and a pretty job I've had to keel
the story out of the papers! I've dom
it, though
"But what's it for?" asked Lucian
whose mind was flying to the story o
Jekyll and Hyde.
"Respectability; that's the god o
England. Do you think l could comics
myself the son of 4 couple Of dirt.
Russian nihilists and keep my posi-
ton? Not much. It's the only crevic
in m armor. Scores of men have trie'
to get on by shamming %virtuous, bu
I've gone one better than they; l all
virtuous. You can't pick a hole in m,
character, because there's none to pick
I speak the truth, / do my duty, In
honest and honorable down to the en-.
Of the whole FOOLS catalogue. l eve
60 out of my way to be chiyalrousl
charitable. as when I picked you up o
made a fool of myself over that cor
founded y That's all the polit
cal muck worms find when they com
uullON 1IIS itDout liz ASS. AAC1lNSNS
the best policy. 1t pays"
HIM! Well, my most honorabl
friend, you'd find yourself in Quee
street if l related how you'd read m
letter."
Not in the least. I was glancing q
it to find your address,
You took a mighty long time owe
your glance"
1.-The paper was so much rubbed tha
| could hardly see where it began {
ended"
i, '"There was the monogram for a sig1
post"
O Plenty women begin on the bac
sheet"
I you're abominable: faith, YOU are,
g said Lucian. You're a regular prayt
mill of lies..'
O 'I'd never have touched it if | hadn