Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1920-01-28
MOONLIGHT AND MONEY.
By Marion Rubineam.
REMUNERATION.
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Chapter G,
Butler, still intent on the plan ne iiaa
in mind, came around to Loulscs stuuio
week after the tea at Carols :, :,
'sYou did carry that of very WE'LL,
he said, referring to her encounter with
Mrs. Shaftsbury. Personally. ! can
see why YOU don't like her. She's very
brilliant and very genuine, and sne h'ss,
il appears, been only nice to--to HAIRY
Louise said nothing, but got up anu
walked over to the window where' uhue'
prctence of STRENGTHENING the euf,al,f'
she could stand with her back to him:
Now this was disarmlng sort oil
thing TO do. A face tells its own story,
bn, anything might be inferred from
hack. Butler looked at Louise, from her
shoulders and the knot Of hair on her
neck he could get nothing. So he decided
10 forget the neat little lecture he hsd pre-
pared. and he changed the subject.
However, that is neither here nor
there. But you, my dear, must face GER
tain facts frankly.
Louise turned and looked at him in
quiringly.
For instance" he said, "You must
decide whether you are going TO stay
married or not.
"But what?
III nsAS every titifiS " dp Win ~ i'ht-
Ter answered before her question was
even asked.
But | don't want TO marry anybody
else" Louise said, with little laugh at
the very idea of it.
That's your idea of it, Butler said.
''But how about Harry"
.Harry?" Louise asked, and stood
and looked at him. "What do you mean?
Do YOU think Harry would like TO be
free? Do you think Harry doesn't love
rne-or that he cares for someone else
for her?" Her voice gave out, she stared
wh;te-faced at her friend.
Il m sure | don't know" Butler an
swered. He hated and dreaded this talk,
yet he had felt for long time that IT had
TO come, and that it was necessary. If
Louise had to win through to happiness
by little more unhappiness, then he
might as well bring it on and, so to speak,
have it over. But nevertheless he hated il.
do you think you've been entirely
fair to Harry" He asked finally.
Il don't know" Louise answered,
with a sudden return of her oldtime
helplessly feminine manner.
Its been more than year since
YOU saw him." Butler said. 'I'll grant
that the natural bitterness resulting from
the-well, from all you went through
and that YOU held him accountable for
then-Ill grant that that was natural
enough. But you should not feel so now
He's as guilty now as then, Louise
said. with a return of her old stubborness.
Butler shook his head a little, and
sighed
We're talking in circles-we always
do about this" he said. Its no longer a
question of whether he was guilty or not.
It's question of whether you want to
forgive him which means going back and
taking up married life again, or whether
you want 70 let him 60 absolutely free
If be wants TO. As it is, you hold him to
YOU, vet give him nothing.
Louise stood and looked across the
room. This was a new idea. She knew she
loved Harry still. she felt he had hurt
her, she was still sure he WAS entirely res
ponsible for the babys death, Just as
surely as though he had deliberately in
jured it. But she thought that some way,
some time, things would str2ighten out
Harry perhaps would look her up in spite
of what she wrote him, or they would
meteor he would come and say that he
was success now, at least enough so
they need not live in poverty any more
II suppose | have been unfair" she
said slowly. Then suddenly the tears
came to her eyes and rolled down her
checks.
Butler jumped to his feet. He came
over to her and suddenly put both his
arms around her.
Louise, dear little girl" he said,
his own voice husky, I'm awfully sorry
TO make YOU feel so badly. / thought if l
brought you face to face with the facts
YOU might see your own way out. You're
getting nowhere now. Louise dear, | love
YOU too much TO want to hurt you :"
You're right, Louise said, her ne Z.
on his shoulder. Il haven't been fair, and
if he does want to be free, / shan't stop
him Then she sobbed all the harder,
and Butler tried TO pat her shoulder to
comfort her. He hated to have her I'M
happy, yet it was strangely sweet TO the I
rather lonely man, TO have her head /
on his shoulder and to feel her in his arms.
Tomorrow-What is Life?