The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1918-07-05
A MANS HEART
BY LOUISE OLIVER.
Copyright, 1918. by the Mcclure Newspa
per Syndicate.)

pride she never acknowledged 1t to
anyone else.
All Clearwater knew that she had
resented her fiance's enlisting; that
she had returned his ring and refused
TO say good-by. But that was the end
of it so far as anybody knew.
She plunged feyerishly into all kinds
of works. Her house became the
mecca for knitting parties, thrift teas,
dances with proceeds for French or
phans and card parties with savings
stamps for prizes. The Red Cross be-
came gradually so cognizant of her
ability that all points Of dispute were
referred to her.
"When Virginia is so thoroughly i'm
bued with the spirit Of this war" said
people, zone wonders why she ever
fused about Bob Jennings going
away"
Virginia, hearing something of this,
answered spiritedly: ooh, | don't dis
approve of men enlisting, and in way
I'm proud of Bob. Only think an en-
gagged man Is the same as a married
man. There are ten million unat-
tached men who go first"
OF course home letters carried Cos
sip, and Bob in camp soon learned the
colossal Indifference with which Vir-
ginia regarded his absence.
He was selected for an officers train
ing camp, and as the weeks went on
he made good and won his commits
sion as first lieutenant. Then being
given two weeks leave before he was
assigned to regiment, he went home.
And great was the rejoicing. For Bob
had many friends in Clearwater. That
was why the girls once enviOus of
Virginia now turned resentful of her
treatment of him.
The big thing was dance the girls
planned in his honor. Clearwater had
not had Il real dressup affair since the
war began. SO they decided to do it up
right now. Also they decided for
once that they did not need Virginia's
help.
But they didn't put it that way to
her. because they didn't want her to
stay at home. "You have so much on
youi iluii'tS, virginia, tHty tAI'iuiiCu,
1--WE thought we'd give you rest and
do things ourselves. Just come and
enjoy Yourself The fact that Bob Is
to be there need not affect you any,
you know"
Virginia could not help flushing
brightly.
"Well, should say not. want you
all t<> 10 rrI,l
see Bob"
But even after this speech she was
not included in the list made out for
Bob. Adopting the college plan of fill
ing cards beforehand, the girls of
Clearwater picked Bob's partners for
him long before he arrived home
There were no dance cards-the list
was just made out and handed to him.
"You see, it will save you such a lot
of bother" they explained, when he
smilingly thanked them. "One loses
so much time hunting partners in the
scramble. So each girl has put down
her own name once-you see. we dare
nicely.
Bob's face fell. Once, Then he
could only have one dance with Vir.
GINA instead of a half 'dozen he had
determined on. He had meant to try
again tonight to plead with her for
ntt;e hope.
But running his eye down the list,
he discovered that her name was not
there at all. Was she sd implacable as
that then. that she didn't even care for
one dance?
But Virginia knew Of no list. and as
there We're no cards she supposed
Bob's evening to be his own.
He looked stunning in his uniform
and she felt an involuntary pride in
the silver bar on his shoulder He had
changed somewhat, and her heart
gave a fierce little tug when she saw
1t. 1t was hard to explain this change.
There was no sadness. rather stern.
ness, the look of man with great
work ahead to do and a determination
to do It,
She felt like an ineffective bit OF
white paper against great iron wall |
She saw now that sentiment and duty
must have entirely different places in |
a mans heart. How little and silly and |
cruel she had been!
And as the evening passed and Bob |
did not come near. she hated herself |
more and more. "He doesn't consider
me at ALL" she thought. give killed |
all his love and respect. Oh, Bobbie, |
dear, don't blame you"
She went home early without talk.
Ing to him mt all. But not TO sleep. |
She sat on the veranda alone under |
the bright spring stars. and tried to |
unite the tangle her life had got her |
into.
An hour passed, two hours, and still |
she sat there thinking, hot, bitter tears