Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-01-26


Bind, the patient, strong loyal square
dealing men, with a woman's tender
ness and a lions courage. Any woman
should be proud aud glad to be his
nate, to mother his children. And
soil--'.
She threw out her hands with sud
cen. despairing gesture. The blue
eyes grew misty, and she hid her face
in her palms. Eefore that passionate
ctiiburst Hazel sat dumbly amazed
staring. uncertain. In q second yesta
. lifted her head defiantly.
4 had no notion of breaking out like
this when came up" she said quiet
". q was going TO be very adroif.
intended to give you friendly boos'
along the right road, if I could. But
1t has aR been bubbling inside me for
a long time. You perhaps think it very
unwomanly--but ! don't care much
what YOU think My little heartach,
is incidental. one of the things lift
deals us whether we will or moi. Blu
II you care, in the least for your hus
band, for Gods sake make some ef
fort. some sacrifice OF your own petty
little desires, to make his road LITTLE
pleasantcr, a little less gray than ii
must be now. You'll be well repaid
il you are the kind that must always
be paid in full. Don't be a stiff-neczeo
IDIOT. That's all I wanted TO say
Goodbye
She was at the door when she fin
ished. The click of the closing catcl
stirred Hazel to speech and action.
"yesta, Vestaw she cried. and ran
out into the corridor.
But Vesta Lorimer neither hecdet
nor halted. And Hazel went back
her room, quiyering. Sometimes tn
truth Is bitter and stirs to wrath. An
mingled with other emotions was
dull pang of jealousy--the first sh
had ever known. For vesta Lorime
was beautiful beyond most women
and she had but given ample evidenc
Of the bigness of her soul. Wit
shamed tears creeping to her eyes, Ha
zelwondered If she could love even Bill
80 intensely that she would drive an
other woman to his arms that he nigh
win happiness.
But one thing stood out clear above
that painful meeting. She was done
lighting against the Darkness tina
seemed to surround her since Bill
went away. Slowly but steadily Ii
had been forced upon her that mucI
which she deemed desirable even nee
.essary, was of little weight in the bal
ance with him. Day and night she
longed for him, for his CHEEKY voice,
the whimsical good humor Of him, his
kiss and his smile. Indubitably Vesta
Lorimer was right to term her a stiff.
necked, selfish fool. But If all folk
were saturated with the essence of
swlsdom--w there was but one thing
20 be done. Silly pride had to go by
The board. If TO face gayly land
She dreaded were the price OF easing
his heartache--and her own--that
price she would pay. and nay with a
grace but lately learned.
She lay down on the lounge again.
The old pains were back. And as she
ShuuiSu, II SuuueH stuIthus uiVuSht
flashed across her mind, A POSSIBLE
: ity?-yes. She hurried to lress, won
dering why it had not before occurred
to her, and. phoning up a taxi, rolled
downtown to the office of Doctor Hart.
An hour or so later she returned. A
picture of her man stood on the man.
tel. She took it down and stared at 1t
With a tremulous smile.
"Oh, Billy-boy, Billy-boy, 1 wish you
knew" she whispered. But was
coming. anyway, Bill"
That evening, stirring about her
preparations for the journey, she
paased, and wondered why, for the
irst time since Bill left, she felt so
utterly ut peace.