The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1919-05-20
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ut all went" she unused, before
little Mary came. 1 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 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 cordially 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 for me-" rasped
Glenn. Marian went to the piano ODE
diently, but her hands trembled and
her voice shook.
81 cannot, Glenn-indeed, / cannot, .
she pleaded.
'Tt is too bad" he sneered, "the
others are not here"
''It is. Indeed, 1 am sorry" she ac-
knowledged, holding her hands tightly
together lest their trembling betray
her agitation.
"Go-go to your roomp Numbered
her husband.
"How he hates mellow he hates
mel" she kept repeating to herself up
the interminable stairway.
He followed her almost Immediately
''We may as well have an under
standing at once" he said YEARLY.
"You must refuse this man DeWitte
the house, or 1 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 !
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 woman
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 a 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
both she saw the certainty. Her plump
arms frightened about his neck and she
covered his face with her kisses.
You're a queer woman" said
Glenn, stroking her smooth, dull hair
with tenderness that belied the gruff-
ness of his speech. "Here for weeks
1 have been trying to be good to you
and to your pretty little friend, and
you have been cold as a stone. And
now, when talk to you like drunken
cad"
She fumbled up across his lips and
pulled his nose until it was red and
unlovely.
you've tried to be good to me-
she Knocked. Let me tell you, foolish
one, it doesn't matter In the least
whether a man is good to his wife OF
not"
Which cryptic remark she did not
expect him to understand Not that
it mattered. Nothing mattered but the
certainty.