Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1919-08-01

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,
MarianT' he demanded.
81 haven't much to keep" she apollo
giZed lightly. Il never sang well and ]
cannot play ms Ann does. l doubt II
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 we'll than l
could TO writing n poem"
Songs in Il home make more music
than poems in magazine" observed
Glenn sourly. you would be sur
prised how many poems don't get into
magazines, moreover. They don't make
much of 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 year or two older
than Ann, and she looked ten.
She took the pins from her hair
and shook the loose strands over her
shoulders. Once heavy waves had
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-
they aren't really"
Her efforts were finally rewarded
by a 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 1t 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 cordially ceased.
When he came home one evening
and found Tom dining informally al
his table he became distantly polite
almost to the limit Of rudeness. Mar
ian saw the change, and panic swayet
her.
The evening Of the dinner Ann ant
DeWitte drove to the theater. Left Il
themselves, Glenn and Marian faced
one another in dumb misery.
"Play and sing for me-" raspet
Glenn. Marian went to the piano ODE
her voice shook.
II cannot, Glenn-indeed, cannot,
she pleaded.
at is too bad" he sneered. 18th,
others are not here"
ut is. Indeed, l am sorry" she &C
knowledged, holding her hands tightly
together lest their trembling betra!
her agitation.
"Go-go to your ROOM" thunderet
her husband.
"How he hates mellow he hatel
met" she kept repeating to herself VI
the interminable stairway.
He followed her almost Immediately
I'VE may as well have an under
standing at once" he said YEARLY
You must refuse this man Dewitt,
the house, or ] cannot answer for m.
treatment of him."
I'm sorry. Glenn-sorry for you
It's all my fault. But l cannot turn
him away"
"You must" he blazed. what do
care for your sorrow7 Do you thinl
l will let this man stand in my way?
But think Of Ann. She has he
right to happiness" she pleaded.
marian. you are no child. 70,
have been married six years. You arr
either unsophisticated or devilishl.
cunning"
'Glenn. our happiness is In ruins
But let US be man enough and womal
enough to think OF them. If Ann care
for him. and he cares for Ann"
For Ann, for Ann" he laughe,
harshly-''do you suppose man o
DeWitte's type would give secon'
look or thought to scrawny, white
immature little thing like Ann, In tn
presence of a splendid, brilliant. beau
| tiful-"
Marian sprang forward and searche,
the angry eyes Of him. In their depth
she saw the sincerity OF boy, tn
passion of man-but beneath then