The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-05-09

She went In search OF him. deter
mined 10 tell the whole foolish
story. to explain the imaginary OBJ
Htaclen that divided them. But he
was not 10 be found. 40 the Impulse
died. and she determined TO play
the farce out TO its end. and. nov
that she knew the core OF the
whole situation. she could make IL
count for their final rcadiustmcnt
She wrote him at once:
My Dear Jarvis. AT last feel
that there IL truth between US. /
have suspected that you were not
happy In your hove life. hut !
I wanted not 10 pry into locked
chambers. Now we can be glad OF
tho bond that lies between us. for
l. too. 40 heart hungry thru the
days
II have not spoken 90 you OF my
home. or my husband. but now
that you have become auch n part
Of my thought life. feel no dis.
+ loyalty In the truth.
! MY husband lis n man who has
never felt the want % affection. He
Is so self-centered IN his devotion
10 his work that I have always
been shut out OF his heart At
first this did not trouble mo. for I
waA ambitious. too But so many
things have happened to develop
mo this last year. 10 awaken me
TO my full ~omanhood'
'T have had To face. az you DO,
the ache Of an unwanted love,
tossed back 20 eat it's way like a
corrosive acid Once. not long ago.
thought. perhaps. things we're 20
ing to change for me, thought
he wanted me. But nov have
come TO know that IL IL to another
woman he turns for sympathy and
understanding.
so. you see. my dear. We two
have the same heart history. No
wonder we have felt our way thru
time and space. 10 clasp hands in
such deep affinity. lay my hands
upon your head. Jarvis.
Your Lady"
His reply came by the first mail
"Oh. my dear. my dear. We have
found each other ut last. in all
truth. II was meant from the be-
ginning OF time that II should be
so. Let me come TO you. can
not bear 10 live another hour with
out the touch Of your hand. To
think that | do not know your
name. or the color OF your kind
eyes, Say that | may come?
"Devo,edly.
Jarvis"
Jarvis. My Big Boy: You may
dream. cherished since you came
to be the heart of me. that we
should not come together until the
night OF the opening oi our play.
know you will poohpooh this as
sentimental nonsense. You may
even call II theatrical. But let me
have my way. this last one time.
Afterward. my way shall be yours.
beloved Write me TO say you will
be patient with my foolishness!
Il am afraid OF our meeting. Sup
pose should fall short OF your
ideal OF me7 That you should
think me ugly or old. | could not
bear II. have come TO know all
my happiness lies in the balance
OF that one night. toward which we
walk. you and |. every minute OF
every day. Your Lady"
His answer came. special deliv-
cry:
1T shall be as you wish. dear
heart. But II anything should hap
pen TO delay the opening OF the play.
think | should ask you to remit
tho sentence of Punishment. live
only to look into your eyes
How can you say that you may
disappoins me? II you we're old.
hump-backed. ugly--what differ.
ence7 You are mine. We must
find freedom for ourselves and "A
new life. adore you. Jarvis"
Il wouldn't have thought II OF
Jarvis" said Bambi. as she read Il.
"He makes very creditable lover"
my Dear One: | am as impa-
tient as you are for our meeting. I
gladly agree that we shall bring II
about at once. II anything happens
to postpone the play opening.
What you say about being indif.
ferent to my looks makes me happy.
| shall not try you too far. my lover.
I'm quite pretty and young. Did you
know ] was young?
You speak so confidently of free
dom and new life together. Are
We to shed our old mates, like Nau-
illus shells? My new coming into
love makes me pitiful. Must we be
ruthless? Your Own"
Dear Gentle Heart: do not
wish to seem ruthless TO you. much
less to be 80. But has our suffer.
ing not entitled us to some Joy? |
know my wife to be absorbed In an.
other man; you say your husband
turns to another woman. We rep.
resent to them stumbling blocks be-
tween them and their happiness.
Surely II Is only right that we
should all be freed to find our true
mates.