The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-05-01
tcon,inued from Thursday,
Pal Hopes SO.

tcon,inucd from Thursday
X. found the note on tho hall table
when he got home that night. and
Carried IL upstairs TO read What
ever faint hope ha might have had
that her youth would prevent her &C
ceptancs he knew now waA over.
with tho letter In his hand. he sai
by his table and looked ahead into
the empty years. Not quite empty.
Of course. She would be coming
home.
But moro and more the life OF The
hospital would engross her. He SUR
missed. too. very shrcwdiy. that. had
he ever had n hope that sh. nigh,
come 10 care for him. his very pres
encs In the little house initiated
against him. There was none OF the
Illusion OF separation: he was always
there. like Katie. when sha opened
tho door. she called. Mother" from
the hall. II Anna did not answer,
she called him, in much the same
voice.
He had built a wall OF philosophy
that had withstood even Wilson's
recognition and protest. But endur.
ing philosophy comes only with time
and he was young. Now and then
all his defenses crumbled before a
passion that. when no dared 10 face
IL. shook him by Its very strength.
And that day all his stoIcissn went
down before sidney's letter. It's very
frankncss and affection hurt-no'
that he did not want her Affection
but no craved 10 much more. lie
threw himself face down on the bed,
with tho paper crushed in his hand.
sidney's letter was not the only
one he received that day. When. In
response TO Katie's summons. he rose
heavily and prepared for dinner. he
found an unopened envelope on the
table. II was from Max Wilson:
Dear lie Moyne--I have been go
ing around In a sort OF haze all day
The fact that I only heard your voice
and scarcely saw you last night has
made the whole thing even more un
real.
IL have a feeling OF delicacy about
trying TO zee you again so soon. I'm
bound 70 respect your seclusion. But
there are some things that have got
to be discussed.
you said last night that things
were different with you. I know
about that. You'd had one or two
unlucky accidents. DO you know
any man IN our profession who has
not? And. for fear you think dc
not know what ! am talking about
the thing was threshcd out at the
state society when the question OF
the tablet came up. Old Barnes go,
I'D and said. Gentlemen. all of us
live more or less In glass houses
Let him who in without guilt among
us throw the first stoner BY George
You should have heard theml
II didn't sleep last night. I took
my little car and drove around the
country roads, and the farther ]
went the more outrageous your posi-
ton became. I'm not going to write
any rot about the world needing -nen
like you, altho It's true enough. But
our profession does. You working IN
a gas Office, while old O'Hara bun
giles and hacks. and struggle along
on what learned from you!
"It takes courage TO step down
from the pinnacle you stood on. So
it's not cowardice that has set you
down here. It's wrong conception.
And rye thought of two things. The
FIRST. and best. is for you to go back.
No one has taken your place. be.
cause no one could do the work. But
II that's out of tho question--and
only you know that. for only you
know the facts--the next best thing
u this, and In al humility ! mako