Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-11-28

such things keep us from the plenty of
life we have left to us for making no
10 ourselves from old unhappiness and
mistakes. But now we're faced with
not the SANDER aGd not our own fear
or 1t, because we haven't any, but
someone else's fear of st-your sons.
And, oh, dearest woman in the world.
| know what your son is to you, and it
rrightens mel Let me explain little:
l don't think he'll change-at twenty
one or twenty-five so many things ap-
pear solid and permanent and terrible
which forty sees are nothing but dis
appearing miasma. Forty can't tell
twenty about this; that's the pity of
It'll Twenty can find out only by get
ting to be forty. And so we come to
this, dear: VIII you live your own life
your way, or Georges way? I'm going
little further, because it would be
fatal not to be wholly frank now.
George will act toward you only as
your long worship of him, your sac
rifices-all the unseen little ones every
day since he was born-will make him
act. Dear, it breaks my heart for you,
but what you have to oppose now is
| the history of your own selfiess and
perfect motherhood. I remember say
ing once that what you worshiped in
your son was the angel you saw in him
and still believe that is true of
every mother. But in a mothers wor-
ship she may not see that the will in
her son should not always be offered in
cense along with the angel. grow sick
with fear for you--for both you and
me-when think how the Will against
us two has grown strong through the
love you have given the angel-and
how long your own sweet will has
served that other. Are you strong
enough, Isabel? Can you make the
| fight? promise you that if you will
take heart for it, you will find so quick
~ that it has all amounted to nothing.
You shall have happiness, and, in a
little while, only happiness. You need
only to write me line-I can't come
to your house-and tell me where you
will meet me. We will come back in
a month, and the angel in your son
will bring him to you; / promise it.
What is good In him win grow so fine,
once you have beaten the turbulent
will-but it must be beatenI
''Your brother, that good friend, is
waiting with such patience; 1 should
not keep him Ionger-and l am saying
too much for wisdom, fear. But, oh,
my dear, won't you be strong-such a
little short strength it would need .
Don't strike my life down twice, dear
this time I've not deserved It.
EUGENE"
tossed it abruptly from him so one
sheet fell upon his bed and the others
upon the floor; and at the faint noise
of their falling Isabel came, and, kneel-
ing, began to gather them up.
"Did you read it, dear?"
Georges face was pale no longer,
but pink with fury. eyes, 1 did"
"All of itT" she asked gently. as she
rose.
Certainly
She did not look at him, but kept her
eyes downcast upon the letter in her
hands, TREMENDOUSLY rearranging the
sheets In order as she spoke-and
though she smiled, her smile was as
tremulous as her hands. Nervousness
4 and an irresistible timidity possessed
her. Ell wanted to say, George" she
faltered. II felt that tiff some day
| it should happen-I mean, If you came
! to feel differently about 1t, and Eu-
gene and THAT is if we found that it
| seemed the most sensible thing to do
1 was afraid you might think it would
be little queer about-Lucy. mean
if--if she were your step-sister. OF
course, she'd not be even legally re-
lated to you, and If you-if you cared
| for her"
Thus far she got stumblingly with
what she wanted to say, while George
watched her with a gaze that grew
| harder and hotter; but here he cut her
off. II have already given up all idea
of Lucy" he said. Naturally, /
couldn't have treated her father as I
deliberately did treat him could
hardly have done that and expected his
daughter ever to speak to me again"
Isabel gave a quick cry of compass
sion, but he allowed her no opportunity
to speak. you needn't think I'm
making any particular sacrifice" he
said sharply, ''though would, quickly
enough, If / thought 1t necessary in
matter of honor like this. was inter
ested in her, and 1 could even say l
did care for her; but she proved pretty
satisfactorily tnat she cared little
enough about mel The truth is, we're
not congenial and we'd found that
much out, at least, before she left. We
should never have been happy; she
was superior all the time, and critical
of me-not very pleasant, thatl l
don't think she has the very deepest
nature in the world, and"
But Isabel put her hand timidly on
his arm. George, dear, this is only
quarrel; all young people have them