The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-02
cynicism She was displaying.

cynicism she was displaying
ooh, of course you are shocked out
of your wits" she said calmly, "but
that won't hurt either you or me. don't
expect you to heed anything I am
saying. You're just waiting for that
Dicky bird of yours to chirp, and you'll
be back in your nest. But 1 couldn't
let you go back to almost certain mis-
cry without showing you a way out"
She STOPPED and gazed into the fire
for a long moment, her face set and
stern. L was too angry at her stric-
lures against Dicky, too miserable with
my fears of the meeting between Dicky
and Jack to break the silence. Final
ly she turned to- me, struggling her
shoulders as if she were dropping a
load from them.
There, that's done with" she said.
Now for the rest of it. How seri-
Gus is this quarrel with your hus-
band?"
"Meet Another Secretly"
"T don't know" l said forlornly. ct
only know that he said things for
which he must apologize before 1 can
go back home"
what things?"
1 felt like a child being catechised,
but there was something in Mrs.
Stewards manner which broke down
my reserve.
He thought I was going to say
good-by to Jack. and he told me if l
went out of the door 1 went for good.
1 stopped short. Not to any one in
the world could repeat the other in
sulting words which Dicky had flung
at me.
Serves you just right" Mrs. Stew
art snapped out the astonishing COM
ment, and then smiled grimly as she
saw my amazement.
when you saw that your husband
was inclined to be jealous of Jack, !
who has always been just like a broth !
er to you, what did you tell him any
thing more about him for? she de- |
manded.
why couldn't you have gone to bid !
him good-by without saying anything I
to him about it?'
"Why, Mrs. Stewart" I gasped. !
Meeting another man secretly" {,
"Fiddlesticks! she retorted. "YOu !
were going to say good-by to a rela-
tive If your husband wasn't a jealous |
idiot he would have urged you to g. or
accompanied you. But you know what /
he would do, and you deliberately told |
him all about it. Well, the fool-killer
certainly needs a job around your lit
tie apartment.
THE trouble with you, Margaret, IS
that you're trying to fit your girlhood |
ideals-I suppose you cali them
ideals-into your married life. 1t
won't do, my child. Believe me, I
know" She leaned over and patted
myshoulder kindly.
'Tf you go back to that husband, my
dear" she said, you must remember
that life is nothing but one long COM
promise. and marriage is the biggest
compromise Of all. You'll have TO I'D
just your words and thoughts to those
of your husband, and to the conditions
you find. Otherwise you'll make a
mess of it"
Her words were like a weight de-
scending upon my heart. 1 knew that
she spoke the truth. In order to live
at peace with Dicky I must smother
some of the ideals and principles
which were a part of me. Was his
love worth it? In my misery I spoke
aloud. not know that I did so.
81 can't live with him, or without
him"
exactly" said Mrs. Stewart
grinlIy.
The Vigil That madse Kept With
Mrs. Stewart.
What's the next move? That's the!
question"
Mrs. Stewards voice had all the en-
thusiasm thought that my old friend
was enjoying herself very much in
deed, in spite Of her real anxiety for
me.
She and Lillian Underwood ought TO
be kindred spirits. They have the
same forcefuI way OF sweeping aside
the same air of enjoying a
coneest in which their powers are tax
ed to the utmost.
did not answer her. 1 xe4s - -