The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-07-22
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THE STORY. The Man-Iorace Kennedy.
 The Wfe-Mary Kennedy.
 "The Woman Alone"-Margaret War ner.
 Kennedy, though striving to be loyal to his wife, is in love with Margaret War ner. He runs for Congress but his polit- ical enemies plot for his defeat. Mary, fighting to win back her husband, in a disguised voice calls up Margaret's apart ments to ask if he is there.
 'No one knows I'm here! There must be some mistake Wait,' Kennedy took the receiver from her. Now ask again who's wanted" Removing her hand from the mouth piece, Margaret forced her voice to stead | mess.
 T asked if MT. Kennedy is there" came distinctly over the wire. Say I'm not here" he muttered, flush ing at the deception. l MT. Kennedys not here" repeated Margaret, then quickly hung up. 1 When she turned from the telephone Kennedy was standing before the win | dow, hlS back towards her. Yes, it was Mrs Kennedy" he ad- mitted, without turning. Through her own modification Margaret was wretchedly conscious of his poignant l humiliation. He loathed lies and de- l ceptions-yet now he was constantly l forced into them. How long would his love for her withstand this corrosion?
 Don't you see, dear, was right?" falteringly. I'd better go away-its the i only solution now" l "No, I can't give you up-I won'tv' with passionate conviction. And as his arms closed about her Mar garet was once more conscious of her l own defeating weakness
 It was with abject self-loathing tha; Mary left the telephone after calling ur
 Margaret's apartment. She had stopped 1 to subterfuge of which six months be- 1 fore she would have been incapable. Was l her consuming jealousy undermining her | self-respect?
 That her husband was there she now i felt convinced. Yet his deception was hardly more despicable than her own.
 To convict him she had stopped to the cheapest trickery. If ever she succeeded 1 in winning back his love it would not be by resorting to such methods. 1 It was after F when he came in. She was still in the library feigning absorp- l tiOl Ill d lHdSdZlHS. IHOuSH io COulu not fail to see the light, she heard him | pass on upstairs. ! With weary depression she went up to her own room. Long after she had turned | out her light the transom over his door glowed bright, and she could hear his restless walking back and forth. | What phase of their problem was he | fighting out? She longed to go to him to sob out in his arms her own heart hunger-but the closed door was a for bidding barrier.
 | It was at noon the next day, an un- accustomed hour, that Kennedy again stood at the door of Margaret's apart, ment. Her eager. joyous greeting was checked by his grave unresponsiveness. What is it?' clinging to him. Some | thing has happened?' T just saw McGill of the Star. He says Brady's got some of my letters. Let ters to some woman-that wouldn't want I published"
 Letters to some woman?" breathed Margaret
 There's no other woman in my life you know that Then abruptly, Tt lcouldnt be my letters to you? You all ways burnt them?
 No. Fl couldn't! They meant too much 1 to me- But they're all here' unlocking a drawer in the desk. l Then with a cry she shrank back, the color ebbing from her face. Terrified, she stared at the empty drawer.
 "So Brady has them?" his voice was rigid.
 "Oh. no-no! It can't be! How could
 the other drawers in frantic futile | search.
 | Those letters published will be an in