The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1917-06-28

only thing that really matters is
what it does to women! You see
what it's done to me! Anyway,
he took me. And we met Jacks|
Garland there. We didn't gosto
very nice places. That's how we
met him. She. indicated Smith
again. "A great sob choked her
.Oh, that awful country! There
are 10000 different kinds of flow
ers th~ere--and 1O,O00,000 different
kinds Of sins.
Edith brought her back to the
story.
Oh, tell me! Tell me about
Mr.. Smith"
His names Garland she
said, as if she made clumy eff
fort to keep the record straight.
And one morning, down there in
the opium joint, Charles place
the House with the Redlacquered
Balcony, on the FoochoW road.
he climbed out Of his horrid bunk,
and he left us. But, before he left,
he talked to us. He said anybody
who wanted to go to ruin on opium
could do it, but he Was through
with it. He said he would drink
whisky. He said he knew what
whisky would do to him, but 10
body could{tell what opium would
do? And he begged us to come
back to America. He said he was
going to work and get enough
money to come back. And he did.
he did,
Her voice broke shrilly. Some
how, they all knew that, when she
had said that, she had put words
on the great tragedy, the poignant
grief, of all her life.
whats the use Of putting on
all this stuff" Simpson spoke I'M
easily. AL three Of us were
BE quiet!!" Smith silenced him
sternly.
The agitator had stood leaning
slightly forward, his lips a little
parted, his eyes always on the Les
lie woman. Little beads of mois-
ture stood out on his forehead. He
was making q terrific effort to re
member conscious, directed.
systematic effort into which he
threw all his strength. If a real
curtain had hung behind him, he
co,7ld have put out his hand and
torn It apart. He wondered IN q
dizzy, whirling way why he could
not make his brain obey him il
the same manner, compel it to &C
through the curtain Of darkness
that hid his past from him.
The plash OF the fountain in the
court and the singing of thethous
ands came through the open win
dow.
again.
And afterward we came
back" the slow, fiat voice wen;
on. She indicated Simpson, 81
ran against him IN some CHART,
house somewhere in the west ant
recognized hm-but Jack Gar
land, Mr.. Smith, couldn't recog
nize anybody. He'd lost his mem
ory. Then. Simpson-you peopl,
call him Simpson lost sight o
him until. we happened to come t
Washington. And t~hey-they OF
fered us money to do ~ what w
did do. / think he-Simpson-
fixed it up, and they accepted it,
Garland wa Charles place :
Virginia., Smith repeated TIL
words, oblivious to the presence 9
others. They could see how h
searched the chambers of his mlnc
how he tried to overleap tn
things that shut off the corridor
Of his memory. His whole bod
was tensed, like that Of a ma
about to spring forward. al
clenched hands we're thrust har
against his thighs. He looked a
ways at the Leslie. woman. s
don't cant remember, b
said.
At last she raised her eyes t
meet his.
You used TO talk a lot abou
your home, she said. "You use
to say lovely things Her III
measured bitterness twisted he
lips again. "You told me once tia
nv hair was blacker than a nigh
unshot by a single star. And yo
used to talk about when you
mother died.
MY mother is dead2aahe asked
dazed. He was letting each ide
fl atssha oaya him nlaYMlth allU