Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-04-18

| talents for their enjoyment One eve
ming, after she had been playing and
| singing for some time, Glenn turned to
his wife.
why don't you keep up your music,
Mariana" he demanded.
II haven't much to keep" she apollo
gized lightly. II never sang well and ]
cannot play as Ann does. / doubt If
my playing or singing would give
pleasure to any one."
"Our talents are not the same, -
laughed Ann. you could come nearer
to playing and singing well than
could to writing poem"
Songs in a home make more music
than poems in a magazine" observed
Glenn sourly. you would be sur
prised how many poems don't get into
magazines, moreover. They don't make
much of a sound anywhere save the
| post office"
Only now Marian wondered whether
| he really meant to tease her or to seri-
ously disparage her. Ann, with her
usual tact, had changed the subject
and the incident passed off.
"Why don't you dress your hair like
Ann's?" asked Glenn several days later
| as he sat at dinner alone with his wife.
| She laughed aside the demand at
the time, but in the privacy of her
rooms that night she stood before her
tall mirror and faced herself and her
| problem bravely.
She was only a year or two older
than Ann, and she looked ten.
She took the pins from her hair
and shook the loose strands over her
hung below her waist. Glenn had been
proud of it then.
AS she stood before the glass now
she tried, with patient fingers, to twist
/ the despised coils into a fashionable
couture.
ut all went" she unused, before
little Mary came. l would have given
the flesh from my bones to have kept
the poor little thing alive. Some sacri-
fees seem to be in vain. But, of course,
they aren't really"
Her efforts were finally rewarded
by rather imposing achievement. But
she shook her head obviously.
She braided her hair into tight lit
tie pig-tails, locked her door, and cried
herself to sleep.
In the meantime, Ann, aside from
the fact that her task was daily be-
coming more distasteful and irksOme,
was having a very good time.
Tom DeWitte, one of the older
bachelors, was markedly devoted, and
Marian would have rejoiced in this
turn of AIMS affairs had it not brought
another and serious turn in her own.
Tom and Glenn had always been
good friends, but after the frequency
of Toms visits to Ann began to be
noticeable, Glenn's cOrdiality ceased.
When he came home one evening
and found Tom dining informally at
his table he became distantly polite,
almost to the limit of rudeneSs. Mar
ian saw the change, and panic swayed
her.
The evening of the dinner Ann and
DeWitte drove to the theater. Left to
themselves, Glenn and Marian faced
one another in dumb misery.
"Play and sing fer me-" rasped
Glenn. Marian went to the piano ODE
diently, but her hands trembled and
her voice shook
II cannot, Glenn-indeed, / cannot"
she pleaded.
'It is too bad" he sneered, "the
others are not here"
"It is. Indeed / am sorry" she ac-
knowledged, holding her hands tightly
together lest their trembling betray
her agitation.
"Go-go to your room!" Numbered
her husband.
"HOw he hates mellow he hates
me. she kept repeating to herself up
the interminable stairway.
He followed her almost Immediately.
1--WE may as we'll have an under
standing at once" he said YEARLY.
you must refuse this man DeWitte
the house, or | cannot answer for my
treatment of him."
I'm sorry, Glenn-sorry for you.
It's all my fault. But cannot turn
him away"
"You must" he blazed. "What do l
care for your sorrow? Do you think
1 will let this man stand in my way?"
But think of Ann. She has her
right to happiness" she pleaded.
marian, you are no child. You
have been married six years. You are
either unsophisticated or devilishly
cunning"
"Glenn, our happiness is in ruins
But let us be man enough and woB1aD
enough to think of them. If Ann cares
for him, and he cares for Ann"
For Ann. for Ann" he laughed
harshly-"do you suppose a man of
DeWitte's type would give a second
look or thought to a scrawny, white,
immature little thing like Ann, in the
presence of splendid, brilliant, beau
tiful-"
Marian sprang forward and searched
the angry eyes of him. In their depths
she saw the sincerity of a boy, the
passion of a man-but beneath them