Smyrna times., 1917-02-28
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BY ALICE WEBER.


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Ann Morgan was trying to get hold
of herself and finding it the hardest
proposition she had ever attempted. 1t
was a struggle to reach out for COM
mon sense after the blind unreasOn of
affection, and there was nothing to help
except the newness of the life about
her. 1t was as if she had gone back
to the very beginning of things. In
way she had. She and her father were
living outside q French village in a
weather-beaten house across the bOr-
der from New Brunswick, with a cook
stove, two beds, a rough table and
couple of chairs. Her father was like
a boy in this environment and did the
cooking, while Ann made a determined
effort to find a glimmer of light, other
wise called sanity, in the darkness that
encOmpassed her.
When she reached st. Attegat, dur
ing the early days of June, she had
been too Indifferent to care for the
quaintness of her surroundings. Her
father had been alarmed about her
health, and the family physician, un-
able to discover cause for her illness,
had sent her where he knew the air
was sweet and pure.
AS she sat listless under the shadow
of a sugar maple, Ann thought of his
words. She had honestly tried to bring
herself into touch with the life about
her, but health was as yet too far away
for her to have any other feeling than
one of Indifference.
Her life was primitive in the ex-
treme. She was miles from a rail-
road and the mail came but once a
month. She and her father were de-
pendent upon a neighbor, Mr.. Chandler,
for that and he had brought it for the
first time that evening. There were
no letters. She had expected none, but
the longing of the spirit cannot always
be subjected to pride and there were
times, like the present, when it seemed
as if nothing mattered but the sight
of the man she cared for. And she
had given him up. The cruelty of it
was that she had learned she was but
the means to an end, had stumbled
upon the knowledge within a week of
her wedding day.
In the COrcOran art gallery she had
paused beside the entrance to one of
the rooms when the murmur of voices
caught and held her attention.
''NO, do not love her." she heard.
Fortunately l am interested in no
other woman, else it might go hard
with me. Her father is wealthy. She
is rich in her own right and will be
able to crafty ambitions hitherto mere
ly dreams" AS he finished speaking
two men came face to face with Ann
and she looked directly into the eyes
of the man she had expected to marry.
Pride came to her aid in her effort to
adjust herself to her new outlook upon
life, but in the end she was bundled
off to st. Attigat, and here she met
Mr.. Chandler, with whom her father
found cOngenial companionship. He
had a way of watching her that was
disconcerting, and this, in time, made
her conscious she was not good to look
at. She became oversensitive about
her lack of color and one day rum.
mayed through her trunk for her van.
ity box and was chagrined not to find
it.
This incident marked a change. I'm.
perceptibly the outdoor life was max.
ing a difference in Ann. She took
long walks and would stroll off fol-
hours alone. One evening she did not
return. Chandler, with her father
found her on the edge of the river
with a twisted ankle and dislocated
shoulder. She had slipped from the
rock where she had been fishing, she
told them later.
When they discovered her Mr.. Nor
gan promptly went to pieces. She was
all he had, and if anything happened
to her he was of no more use than {
baby. Mr.. Chandler carried her hom,
with about as much feeling as If she
had been bundle Of rags, she thought
In the moment when a glimmer of rea
son made her try to recover her dignity
and slip from his arms. 1t was theI