The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-12-13


Isn't there generally some fault on
both sides, quick words. angry.
hasiy actions. argument and blame.
when wo say things We don't mean
and that We are sure TO regret. chY
We all get tired 81 the stupid round
OF daily duty and OF the people we
/ are nearest to--thats a sad thing,
/ too. We'd all like n change, like TO
see II we couldn't do something else
better, And no comes tho break, and
the cloud on fine old name, and all
because W. aren't better roldlers--we
don't want To march IN line Bless
me. don't ! know the feeling mynelf'
Why. that good little wife OF mine
I could tell you some tales of dlscour'
agcment and disenehantmcnt that
would make you open your eyeal But
Hhe braces mo up. she puts heart into
me-and the first thing ! know I'm
marching again.
And having comfortably shifted the
entire trend OF the conversation from
his pariahioner 10 himself and found
nothing insurmountablc In his own
I problem. the good bishop would
/ ehuckie mischievously AT finding his
eminent self quite human after all.
and would suggest their EoinE in TO
Z find Mrs. Bishop. and having a cup
/ OF tea. These women. always rest
less and dissatisfied. were part OF
his work. he prided himself upon the
swlf,ness and tact with which he dis
posed OF them.
Rachaerr mouth twisted wryiy a,
the thought of him. No. she could
not bare her soul TO the bishop.
Nor could nhs approach Father
Graves with any real hope 81 help
Ing word. To seek him out In his
atudy--that esthoticaily bare and yet
, beautiful room. with lts tobacco.
| brown hansinxs and monasfic fur.
nishing in black would he 10
invite mischief. To sit there. with
J her eloquent eyes fixed upon his. her
haunting voice wrapping Itself about
his senses. would be genuine cru.
city toward harmless. wcll4n,rn.
toned youth who's. heroirm In alb
| igrinR the world. the flesh. and tho
devil had not yet been Frea, enough |
to combat hla superb and dignlfl-d
cEotism. AZ best. hc would be won
by Rsehaei's revelation Of her soul
20 long and frankly indlacreet talk
of his own: a, worst. he would con.
struo her confidence In an entirely |
personal sense. and feel that she
came not at all 10 the priest and all
To tho man.
Diminishing him from her councils.
Rachael thought OF Florence fiayi.
land. the good and tindhoar,sd and
capable matron who was Ciarencrs
sister and only near relative. She
and Florence had always been good
friends. had often discussed Clarence
of late. What sort Of advice would
| F'lorence's IS years he mp,
TO give TO Rachnci'a 2s7 Don't be
80 absurd. Rachael. half the men In
our set drink as much as Clarence
does. Don't Jump from tho frying
fan into tho IRE. Remember Elsie
Rowland and Marian Cowlcs when
you talk so lightly Of divorccf'
That would be- Fior-nce's probable
attitude san. II was a bracinw atti.
tude. heartily positive. like every
thing Florence did and said And
Florence was above every thing a
good church member. n prominent
Christian in her sclfeacrihcing wife
hood and motherhood. her social and
charitable and civic work. Shs might
he unfiattcring. but she would be
right. Kachael's last c onsc OF
thought. az she went OF to sleep.
was that she would take the earliest
possible moment 10 extract n verdict
from Florence.
She went into her husbands room
at 10 O'Clock the next morning to ind
Billy radiantly presiding over a load.
Cd breakfast tray. and the invalid.
pale and paAty. and with TO par
ticular interest In food evinced by the
twItching muscles OF his face. never.
theiesS neatly brushed and shaved.
proppcd up in pillows. and making a
visible effort to appear convaloscent
How are you this morning. RIA
chael asked. perfunctorily. with her
quick glance moving from the books
on tho table to the wood fre burn
ing laziiy behind brass fredors.
Everything WINS in perfect order.
IIelda's touch visible everywhere.
Fine" Clarence answered. also
perfunctorily. His coffee was un.
touched. and the oigarct In his long
holder had gone out. but Billy was
disposing of cgrs. toast. bacon. and
cream with youthful zest- Clarence's
hot. sick gaze rested almost with hos
tility upon his wifc's cool beauty, In
a gray linen gown, with transpar'
ent white rune turned back from her
white throat. she looked az fresh rs
the fresh spring morning.
"Headachc7" said tho nicely mod
ulated, Indifferent voice.
To this solicitudc Clarence made no
answer. a dark. ugly look came into
his face, and he turned his eyes sui
lenly and YEARLY away.
How was the Chase dinner. Bill?'
pursued the cheerful visitor, una
Dashed.
Same old thing" Carol answered
briefly.
You're not up 10 the Perrys' lunch
today. are you. Clancy?"
"Oh. my God. nor burst from the
sufferer.
Well, III telephone them. III
Florence comes In this morning I'm
going 20 cay you're asleep. so keep
quiet up here. DO you want 10 sec
Greg again7"
No. ! don'tr' said Clarence, with
unexpected vigor Steer him OF "
you can Preaching Mt me last night
az II he'd never touched anything
stronger than matted milk"
i don't imagine IN have much
trouble steering him on" Rachael
said, coldly. His Sundays are pref.
" well OCCUPIED wlfhonir-Hiclk callsr'