The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1919-08-08

changes? Why Tom. Of course. He
was always c%onsiderate in little things.
for no one knew as he did what
pleased her most.
The flowers were vlolets, too, her
fayorites. In the excitement she had
not noticed that. II was good Of Tom
to remember them. How could he for
get them-how could either Of them
forget them? Was 1t not in a wood
purple with violets where first they
had metz Were they not violets he
brought with the ring that sealed their
engagement, and had not her wedding
bouquet been most Of violets?
How beautiful had the yiolets
seemed then! What a wonderful day
1t had beenl What a wonderful lover
had Tom been! What a wonderful
husband had he started out to be
Why had he changed? The question
startled Edith. The thought that per-
haps she had been to blame for the
whole thing came to her for the irst
time.
In a lonely apartment In a large
hotel, sitting before a fireplace that
had not been kindIed, his head in his
hands, sat Tom, the lonellest man
In creation. That day he had lost his
dearest possession, the most wonder
full little wife in the world, and he
had just realized that the whole thing
had been his fault.
He had crossed Edith In her every
little within, just as she had crossed
him In his, though he should have
overlooked that. They had expected
too much of one another. TO make
life happy m must give in to ones
life mate, but neither Edith or Tom
had surrendered to each other on even
small points. 1t was a wonder they
had not been divorced before.
What other woman would have put
up with him as Edith had donel
thought Tom in mis- lonely apartment,
And what other man would have put
up with her as Tom had done3
thought Edith in the library Of the
lonely home that was hers by law,
but belonged to Tom by rights. They
had been ideally suited to one another
had they only had the power Of giving
In. Their tastes. their ambitions,
their ideals were the same, so why
had they not been happy Thus they
both thought. Gone was everything,
the ambitions, the ideals. the little
children they had dreamed Of and the
happy old age they had planned TO
have together. The hopes of a young
lifetime shattered by a decree of di-
yorcel There was no turning back,
Divorced couples are only remarked
IN stories and moving pictures. MIR
and Mrs. Thomas Lester were M
more. Mrs. Edith Lester and Mr.
Thomas Lester survived. The rest Of
her life would be spent In dreaming
Of the love and happiness she had
cast aside, and his would be spent In
%lsmentlng the wife and children that
had been denied him
"Oh, Tom, Tom, forgive me I
has all been my fault" Edith jumped
to her feet and threw her brothers
manuscript to the floor, tOttered ant
almost fell. Tom was right behinC
her and caught her in his arms.
1T Isn't true, dear; you are still
mine" he cried as he kissed her agar
and again. 'The lawyers haven'
come yet; let's start all over again
"Gerald's story seemed so real" sh'
sobbed.
TOO real" he laughed, with an ef
fort ia shake or the feeling Of de
preston that had crept over him. "H'
led me In here to read II over YOU
shoulder. He's a clever kid think
I'll give him that chance he wants II
our fiction department"
you darllngw Edith smotheret
further promises with kisses.