The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-12-28
IS
A BRIDE:
5Lslttib Good Il IL 90 Discuss the Pas
When 4 LeVe'S Quarrel
IG Done.

Perhaps the pressure OF my
arms and my hot kisses, OF per
EApB the elemental pull Of an ex.
liaHbtless love reached far down
Into my husbands consciousness.
Bob opened his eyes; they were
s .iIlhzed With the look Of the sleep.
walker, l kissed him again and
again, and slowly the dream-look
lBfaded from them, and Bob beheld
me and the recognition OF me
leased his soul. He sighed and then
ssiumped softly, letting me hold up
K his weight, as II in one impulsive
moment he threw hlmself-all that
no was and whatever he was-uDon
I1yheaTt and upon my patience and
upon my forgiveness.
1 withdrew my face to the dis
lance 1t which he could SEQ It best,
and amiled and smiled rs II l were
4 bride again, smiled also with the
courage OF the devoted and expert'
aneed wife.
was determined that would
Ell DIP my husbands mind. that no
image other than mine should seize
uponhis imagination, no other idea
than that of me should take hold
Of his consciousness when he be-
came completely normal.
u heard Daddy Lorimer breathe
; hard as one does who waits in sus'
pense for the end Of drama and
~ Believed because It turns out hap.
i, then he and tho nurse left the
iOom, and we two, Bob and /, were
alone alone together once more
with the world shut away from us,
and forgetful of tine and OF space.
I kept on smiling, just waiting
and smiling, afraid to move, afraid
to speak, lest I chatter my beauti'
full hope. Bob spoke first-n single
,s1yllable:
,JaneIh
gttBeloved! murmured and
dared say no more although my
h heart was beating tempestuously
TO the refrain II love you, dear, |
love you'll" And my lips were quiz
ring to find his. l stifled the
tempest Of emotion which ragged
within me and lowered Bob gently
down upon his pillow. He sighed
and whispered:
Jane! I'm tired I've had a
bad dream-the trenches"
put finger rpon his lips and
Hosed his eyes. hut not to sleep.
5y cheek found his. 1t was the
ltldest OF caresses. but to me who
had starved for any caress from
him for weeks. It was symbnllical
j % the perfect harmony we had re-
gained.
50 without speaking, Fob and l
made up the horrid differences
which had divided us too long. Lit
tie good is 1t to discuss past trou.
HES when a lovers quarrel Is done.
Worse than useless. sometimes, and
tlSis is thing all brides would do
Z bell to write out and Mace III their
lflntrror frames whore they may see
tlle warming, morning, noon and
might
Many n ACKNOWLEDGMENT quarrel
wakes by. review, therefore it Is
the part OF wjfeIy wisdom never to
touch upon It. Husbands do not
need the advice becausoHit 10 evrr
] their custom 10 let The dead past
bury its dead.
bob uud were alone as we had
not been for many months, alone
and united, and at peace once
tn0rel
II wanted to abide in that state
of bliss, forever, but voices in the
)aext room proved the existence of
Il world outside our owl. A fine
IfcontraIto Jared upon my nerves,
INA low reply, made, I,suppose, TO
she good news carried by Daddy
Eoriner:
wonderful He's going to be
right as rain!"
4 bit my lip, for knew that mine
enemy was within the gate.
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