The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1920-08-07
Margaret CARROTS
&c Husband 1-n
By JANE PHELPS

tnan any girl L Knew. she entercd
into all my pleasures: sympathized
with my disappolntments as no
other could do--then." / noticed
his hesitancy before the word then
but said nothing; | was too sur
prised that he should have come
back from the party to talk about
his mother.
she was forever doing things to
mako me happy. Only tonight
Creedmore reminded me of the Boxes
of goodies she used to send me so
that we might have spreads in my
ROOM OF the Christmas gifts she
made, never once forgetting any OF
the boys who were my companions.
Not expensive gifts. but a big fat
soft pillow such as college boys like.
or a pretty table cover, or books,
something for every one. Is 1t any
wonder that l loved her?' he did
not wait for an answer, indeed / was
incapable OF giving one. ! sat wide
eyed listening; wondering If Bob had
suddenly lost his mind.
You know that father and
never got on" he resumed after a
moment "and that sister Arab was
Just like father, so we did not get
on either. After mother left me, II
was impossible that should be
happy at home. Then ! became ac-
quainted with you. Just at the time
when my heart was sore and bleed
ing; when / wanted to hide my sor-
row; when ! felt that nothing mat
tered, that nothing ever would mat
ter again now that she was gone.
was motherless, | felt homeless, be-
cause home without her was no
home at all--not for me-
But why are you going over all
this. Bob?" ! queried at last.
Because | must so that you will
understand
Understand what?" again I won
dered II he was out OF his mind.
What came home to tell you"
he grew white as chalk. "You were
quiet, soothing. Without meaning to
| drifted into a sort of dependence on
you. You were older. graver than
any girl l ever had known; and
didn't expect things of me. Things
which l had nos heart for after
mother went Gradually / COM
menced to visit you. You were n
fine housekeeper; you never annoyed
iAA' " ibhL anu lpOllSil Adlh Whtii
my heart was sad with my loss.
mistook my feeling for you. 1t was
gratitude. and because never
thought to be happy again, never
expected TO join In the old gayety;
| let my gratitude to you overshad-
ow me to such an extent that
asked you TO marry me-"
"Gratitude---Bob, what are you
talking about?" / interrupted.
You cared for me from tho first
think, l don't know now; then l
was incapable OF Judging. But as
soon as my grief for mother had in
n measure worn away--not that
ever shall cease TO grieve for her
Il knew I had made a mistake
This Is hard for me, Margaret, per-
haps harder for you, but l must &c
through with 1t. ! have known for a
long time that the feeling l had
for you never was love; but grati-
tude. We are mismated in every
particular. When bought this
house and was able to enjoy the
privacy OF my own room I thought
perhaps could 60 on. But We must
come TO some understanding. And
at once
what kind OF an understanding p
| heard myself saying, and my voice
sounded as II from a great distance
when / finish talking, that Il
for you to say" and he wearily laid
one arm over the other on the table
before him.
To bc Continued Monday.