The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-01-29

NORGE, and confided In Max her dread
Of seeing the manned ledger face to-
face.
Summer had come. The chestnut
trees along the Champs-E lysees had
long ago blossomcd and now stood In
NIL their wealth Of green; up and down
the Seine steamed the crowded mouchs
and hirondelies. through the Rue de
Rivoli thronged happy tourists on
great'shopplng expeditions, the Louvre
too, overfiowed with eager-eyed stu
dents, art lovers and pessimistic con-
noisseurs. Even the Avenue de
rOpera groaned with creaking cab
wheels, moving pedestrians, sightseers
and the insistent stream of street ven
doris. The titled, the rich, those for
their health and those without health
had all left Paris--still Max and Bett
worked, played, lived and loved on.
in this guy little Bohemia Of their own
making, and at home, their little
Maryland home, fabulous checks "frOm
those children" kept the small house,
hold together.
II was now June, throbbing fragrant,
green June-only Paris has 1t, only a
dreamer can feel the delight Of 1t.
Niax's invalid stood at the vine
covered balcony looking out toward
the Isle de la CITE, just glimpse here
Of Notre Danes trim spires, a fash
there Of the new Hotel Dieu-a break
between some house unfolded the
bright colors of the flower market,
such a glowing Paris, beautiful, tur-
bulent, lovable.
He had grown used now to listen,
for Belts hurried step on the landing.
and listening, often smiled rs her
laugh rang through the house. He
knew just where two early strands OF
hair ought to lay on Belts forehead
as she shook her head like a child to.
brush them back. Ee often wondered
at Belts inconsistencies Of herself,
her childish ways. and vague charm,
he felt, he knew and envied Max his
fair little companion.
Then, II all faded from his eyes
the spires, the red house tops, the,
slender trees. as he heard Belts voice
long before she came in the open door,,
"Isn't II too bad, mon ami, Max has
gone away for the day, but he told me
to come up and stay the whole time
with you. Aren't you glad7 Think OF,
1t. am to amuse you, read to you,
and II you're good perhaps I'll talk
a llttle-well don't look SO serious,
Don't you think Max was lovely to
spare me when / had just lots Of work
to do for him-so Bett talked on,
hardly seeing the strange look on his
face. For long time she stood
watching some children in the street
playing. Then she picked up some
blossoms to throw across the room to
tease him, but he had fallen asleep. It
was only pretended sleep to hide
from her curious young eyes, the pain,
the keenest pleasure he felt just to-
watch her roaming over the room.
looking at his pictures, touching a.
hook here and there, with that queer
little raising of her eyebrows when
she. seemed surprised-it all meant to
him what wounded his honor. weak
cned his self-respect to acknowledge.
he was In love with Max's wife.
What was It Bett was saying az she
turned from the window-he hadn't
been listening--she was talking OF
Maryland, her mother and father, tho
war, her little sister at school and Max
(of course he thought)-great, brave,
strong Max. whom she loved with all
her heart, who had come across the
ocean to put his talents to better use
to return sometime. somewhat richer
to keep the little Maryland home. Her
brotheri Could she have said thatf,
She and her brother God, how had hel
mistaken all this time; why hadn't he
asked-what made him imagine them
to be husband and wife, neither OF
them ever said sol
Bett was standing again BY the win.
dow, leaning her head on two hands
high on the sash. Tired Of staying In
doors she was wishing Max would
come back. Looking out over the city,,
looking. but seeing nothing. She
turned YEARLY to md her invalid
standing beside her. his honest grey
4 eyes looking straight into her soul
and as she looked back her eyes fell
4 for abe knew. 81