The Washington times., 1918-08-10
When a Girl MdrrieS
A ROMANTIC SERIAL OF YOUNG WFEHoOD
The Bride OUerheGrsa a Conversation
BetlDeen Her Husband and Betty
Bryce and Is Jealous
derstand-and DE d0esn't." !"

derstand-and she doesn't"
Then Mrs. Bryce's reply:
"Of course l understand, dear boy,
and there's nothing to forgive. Every
thing between us Is just as 1t had al
ways BEEN
As stumbled away from the
window l fairly crashed into the
table behind me. For a tense Sec
ond Jim looked up. Had he heard
the rattle of-ehina and silver? Had
he seen me?
I turned and ned. Jim was apol-
ogizing for his wife! Betty Brycs
understood him-was assuring him
that everything between them
pust be as II had been bsfors.
What had there been between
them? 1t was almost too cruelty
plain!
Up to the little room Of our love
1 stumbled and flung myself across
my unmade bed. At first the tears
wouldn't come, the 6che In my
heart was 50 bitterly dry
Then sobs shook me, and I gave
myself up completely to my grief.
felt as II could never be happy
again There was no use in agff-
ing-there was nothing now for
which to nght.
Suddenly felt q touch on my
shoulder-Jim's hand. shook II
on and stumbled to my feet. Ny
dress was crumpled and my eyes
red-Betty Bryce had been lovely
In her cool linen. ] was at q cruel
disadvantage.
From panic / felt myself sweep.
Ing to resentment-wild anger
the hatred they say Is so near to
iove-nooded my veins Jim looked
SO cool. so well groomed In his
UNIFORM. so adorable / wanted hfn
love, and IL had gone back
where. perhaps. it beIcnged-to
another woman.
I fairly pilted my husband with
ugly. icy words that seemed to fan
about him like hailstoEea
1 heard what you said to that
woman! know what she was to
you Even on OUR honeymoon she
Followed youi And you dare to tell
ner that she understands you, and
don'h I married you without
knoWingE Well. know now?'
A Tender Answer.
Jim stood looking at me for \
minute. that seemed to last for
ever 1 waited Would his voice
De sharp and cutting like mine
when he replied? Would hts words
breed hate? Did he scorn me- for
listening? His eyes were very
grave-black and deep and still I
wanted to reach out and clutch
back into silence my ugly, bitter
Words-sped arrows that had found
their mark. and killed his love,
perhaps.
At last he spoke. and my hus-
bands voice was grave and earn
est and tender.
"Anne. little Annei You don't
understand. She is an old friend
"a wonderful woman was with
her husband when the Huns shot
him down. That is a real tie, you
know. You didn't respect Il last
night But I would never apollo
gize for my wife. was merely
making sure that no woman-nct
even Atherton Bryce's wife-should
misunderstand you"
jim then yon aren't angry
Only sorry. little Anne. Only
longing for my wife"
Il thought you'd begun to hate
me when I woke and found you
gene I thought you had begun to
OF me-"
m ! u e h d-a fuIl-throated
laugh Then he strode across the
room and caught me in his arms
and set his lips on mine. Nothing
was explained, but was happy.
Defeated. 1 felt triumphant
could still make him tremble with
love for me.
Now I'll go make It right, jim
I'll apologize dent mind. I'll
tell her m sorry for last night
Jim laughed again-there was .
command in his voice and there
was pleading. too
Apologize, indeed? I'll not have
my sweetheart eating humble pie
for Betty Bryce or any other wom-
an. You shan't leave me, Anne.
want you here-here In my arms
(TO Be COntinued.)