The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-12-13

which ! never read, ! had not even
seen a printed sheet since we came
back.
Its a narrowing sort of life, isn't
it," vi said, stripping an old case from
a pillow and making ready to put on
a clean one. She held the pillow up
in her teeth too, as Esther did when
we changed the beds in this very
room some little time ago and dis
cussed Mark. But there was such a
differences! This golden haired girl
was so slim and so graceful, every &C
ton was pleasant to see, as she shook
out the pillows, bent over the bed,
and smoothed the cover with her
slender hands.
Eyes, 1t Is narrowing" I answered.
Il suppose it's narrowing though be-
cause we let it be so. There's Mrs.
Potts: she doesn't live a narrow ex-
istence, and she lives on bigger
farm than ours"
Its only over the summer" vi
said, with little sigh. beginning to
dust the room. I'm simply existing
until we can get back to our little flat
again, and college-and Bud. You
know, Aunt Enid, I'm awfully afraid
to have him there alone in the city.
Bud is the dearest boy in the world
but he does need me to look after him.
At least, he needs some woman with
lots of common sense"
You mean that George is a little
weak, little inclined to yield to tenn
ptation," l answered.
EYES," vi said, absent-mindedly. be-
ginning to dust all over again. Some
times think I'm meant to live in the
city because it does me so much good,
but that Bud should live in the coun-
try out of the way of temptation.
perhaps, after all, it would be a
good thing for Bud to come back and
take over his fathers farm, as Mr..
Pearsoll wants." l suggested.
Perhaps" Violet said, pausing to
look out the window-and seeing not
thing but her own inward image OF
the boy she loved. 81 think if he did,
II would be happy-even though
hate hard work, and not much fun
and living a narrow life. At least we
! would be-we would have" her
voice trailed off into nothingness. She
had habit of thinking out loud when
she was with me, and then gradually
talking lower and lower until l could
| not hear her voice.
was silent out of sympathy. Violet
was glimpsing a problem many a
woman has to face
,, Which is better, to keep the man
you love where he is safe, though all
the other circumstances Of life may
be out of key-or 10 choose the pleas
ant surroundings and trust that ev
erything will come out all right:
| Sometimes / think suburban dwellers
are only those who are afraid to trust
each other to the temptations of the
city, and who make a compromise
with Fate.
But my reflections were not entire
ly serious. / wondered how vi would
meet and work out her problems. She
could not drag Bud away from the
city, though she herself would be will
ing enough to do without its stimula
ton for his sake. l thought, whim
sically, that she would probably joir
the ranks of the suburban dwellers
too. Then Bud, could have almos
enough Of the towns excitement
but with the knowledge that the 100
was the last train home.
Our silence was broken by sharl
exclamation from the hall. Viole
Jumped, she was so startled, and
stopped hastily to gather up the soil
ed sheets for the laundry.
/ Heavens, haven't you finished tn