Omaha daily bee., 1919-03-03

Five minutes to the first gun,
sir said Oscar, his sailor.
That's enough"
He stepped into the dory and
passed on to the deck of the Water
Sprite, which was Juggling at her
hawser like restless racer, He took
the wheel, and the boat, released
from its moorings, shot across the
waves. AT this moment he looked
up and saw the Forester car turn
ing into the club grounds.
"She has come" he thought joy
fully. "She could not stay away"
Don't know whether she'll stand
so much sail, sir" said the sailor.
with a glance up at the masts.
Don't think so either, Oscar" he
said, but one things certain: if she
can't, we haven't a ghost of chance
of winning this race, have WEI"
well, damn it, there are other
racesp said Oscar, mumbling to
himself
Don't worry" he said joyfully.
'I'll get you back. What's the timer"
Twenty seconds more, sir"
We'll tack, then" He shouted out
his orders, the zest of the struggle
sending the fighting blood pulsing
through his veins. If the mast would
hold, he'd make a bid for it--now
that he knew she was there watch
ing. She, too, had suffered, for in
the end she had not been able to
stay away.
Amy Forester, in fact had had
no intention of coming. Pretexting
an indisposition. she had kept to
the cottage for days. She knew that
in the end she must see him, and yet
she recoiled from it. She had waited
hoping that he would come, but as
each day succeeded she realized
that the decision lay with her.
What is left for me to do?" she
asked herself again and again in the
hollow of the afternoon, in the long,
tortured sleeplessness of the night.
If he had only stayed after his out
burst of indignation there in the
dark garden by the breakwater,
there could have been but one an
swer. But he had gone, and now it
was not the question of a dramatic
impulse, but of deciding three lives
coldly, without emotion, after long
consideration. That was the difficult
thing-to make the decision herself
and not to have it made for her
not to be able to yield to forces of
the moment which would sweep
over her emotions.
what am II" What sort of
woman am II" she asked herself
YEARLY, in the isolation she imposed
on herself. Never had she held the
mirror to her soul and looked into
its clear verities. Now, there was no
escape; no subterfuge would suffice.
She could not shift the response
bility. The decision lay in her hands
alone. "If / see him again" she adj
mitted to herself, Il must go to
him. must leave my husband. It's
either that or never to see him
again"
Monte Bracken had told her the
truth, as Andrew in his chlvalry had
refused to tell her. She counted for
nothing in this world. She had only
been playing with forces she did not
1t was all frightfullly
immoral. She had seen it in Irma,
in Gladys and hundred others
the selhshness and the cruelty. She
had never seen it in herself. She had
deluded herself with sophistries.
She had believed that she sought
only friendships and lulled her con-
science with the belief that she
ought to exercise a good influence
in these intimacies.
Andrew was right, too, in what
he had said and in the things he had
left unsaid. She had never counted
in his life. She had been disloyal-
She had allowed men to make love
Don't Change Your Husband.-Adv,