The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1918-06-14
A Misunder-
standing
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Copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa,
Per Syndicate.)
Cy WILLIAM ANGRY


to her lover with murmured "For-
give me-" They were earnest eyes,
shining with tremulous love-light,
and she was q clever girl, with keen
mind and keener intuition, and he had
grown into the habit of talking to her
freely Of his life, his profession, In a
), way that surprised himself.
But tonight her attention wandered.
Tonight Of all nights Tomorrow he
was to sum up his great case. Surely
= woman should share the self-deDial
Of a mans destiny. Was Helen, after
all, like other women.given to moods,
absorbed In the subjective-when the
veil was lifted? They had been en-
gagged six months; each day had been
fuller revelation Of her nature. Was
this the nearer view7 All, no-banish
the thought. Helen was Helen-there
was no more to be said.
He took up the lines Of the argu-
ment of his case and stated them to
her. clearly, concisely. as though she
were q man. This time her eyes did
not wander from his face; they deep
ened. their pupils growing larger as
she gazed. How splendid he looked
How alert; how alive!
How could she keep at this wide dis
lance. How incidental and how futile
sounded all that rapid flow of words
When would he have done, that she
might throw herself upon his breast?
Don't you think so?'- he asked her,
suddenly.
ooh. Harold, did not hear what
you were saying"
mot hear what / was saying?
Haven't you been following? l never
needed your cooperation more. your in
y tellectual sympathy more, than l do
tonight You know how hard I have
been working on this case; you know
what a notable case it Is. You know
also, that the eyes Of the legal world
are upon me. My summing up tomor-
row will be crisis In the beginning
Of my career. Could you not follow
me-help me by your sympathy-your
INTEREST,""
He waited to see the flash of pro-
test in her eyes, for some little lance
that she would thrust to cross his own,
but instead she nestled her head into
the curve of his shoulder and whisp-
cred: Forgive me, l am moody to-
night; very moody and absent-mind-
ed
1--WE have no right to be moody nor
absent-minded, dear" he answered
seriously, where another's interests
are involved. 1t is sign of weakness.
And there is something besides love.
A strong woman should keep even love
at bay when man has work to do
not lure him nor tempt him with 1t.
do not like to say It, sweetheart, but
i love you-and the wounds of a
friend are faithful. / am dsappoint-
ed at your failure to sympathize with
my work tonight
Two big tears welled in her eyes. but
she said no word. Had Harold Ford
been hero, knight Of chivalry. he
would not have stopped in his quest
until he had found the source of those
two tears; he was, however, only a
very busy man of today. Not that the
two are altogether incompatible, but
that the combination is rare. and Har-
old did not happen to be both in the
fullest sense; furthermore. he was
deeply absorbed In an immediate prac-
teal affair. 1t was striking II, and
time for him to leave her. Though he
said no more, and his goodnight salu-
taton lacked nothing outwardly, there
was a mental reservation which, to
the psychic sense Of Helen, robbed II
of its fullest bliss.
"Six O'Clock tomorrow. dear" he re-
peated as he went out the door "Si2
o'clock tomorrow" she answered
Did her voice culver. or was 1t fan
cy? He was conscious of saying tt
himself as he passed down the steps
Are all women alike. I wonder-af
ter all-tears and moods?"
The following afternoon. in the gath
ering dusk, he mounted the step.
again. His attitude had changed. The
stress and Irritation of an absorbing
effort had given place to bouyant re
action. He had won his case. and woI
1t in so brilliant way that the tri
umps was the smallest part of his self
congratuation? Even the judge hat
said words to make a young lawyers
heart take courage. But what wer,
the words what was the triumph wha
was anything until he had shared |
with Helen? He could see her In TIN
gathering dusk. as he waited her eye
glistening delight! He could hear he
vibrant Harold ~ Poor child had h.
been harsh last night? All, no, onl.
impatient for moment-and frank
to make her the utmost that she wa
capable of being. IF he had uninten
tionally hurt her. he knew poten
balm to heal with. to make her rejoice
Why was the servant so eternally SLOW
In opening the door, How long the,
were making him watt He ram
again.
"Tell Miss Fairfax / am here"
"Yes, sir" The servant stood sien
and awkward.
Harold wanted to quicken him wit
shove what was the matter with TIL