The Washington times., 1920-12-12
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Clarice,s offers to accompany her.
The burning pain In Adela's heart
Chat az first had benumbed all her
tscnt1tH finally gave way 10
mental restlessness, dartins
hither and thither to wild fancies
and ideas, like a thing with injured
wings and a mad, instructive pas
sion Cor life.
Who and what was this other
woman? Precisely what had hap
pened-what had Anthony done!
How had he come to grief! In her
mind Anthony was at once the male
monster who had 'wickedly injured
her and himself, and yet under the
maternal aspect of eternity which
Is every good woman's portion ne
was still in a measure her boy al
most her little boy, who had larea
forth alone into a world full Oh
chicane and dangers and lurking
temptations. She felt years oider
and wiser than he, and with anguish
she was obliged to admit to herseif
that he did love her-that no one
could simulate love TO that extent.
Even In the bitterness OF her heart
she could not pretend otherwise.
One day a clear, deliberate, lumin-
Gus idea fell athwart her brain Ike
a beam OF light across a shaaea
room.
why could she not find and see
this woman-if only at a distance =!
BETTER still-could she not nno
her and talk to her?
Need that woman know who she'
Adela, was? n.
II would be a torture-but, oh. IT
would be worth doing! Her mlnd
needed. to dwell on this but ior
very little to make 1t the only thlng
worth doing in an arid desert OF
parched emptiness.
Armed with her sketchbook Adela
again and again sought the park.
One afternoon her efforts were
crowned with success. To the very
bench near which she had seen
Anthony standing came a young
woman, without any perambulator,
however, leading a slowly navigat-
ing baby by the hand. Her hat
her face-yes, 1t was the same
young woman.
She was quite pretty-that was
the first reflection that stabbed
Adela's heart.
They were facing each other.
Adela and Grace Thomas, with the
grave half smile that strange
women look at one another when
there's a baby between them. The
rearing of a child. happily, re-
mains a semi-sacramental enter
Use the eyes of women.
H, o." called out the child, one
ns n. W words, evidently. In his
aic. vocabulary. And he flap
a a, small pudgy hand at her
.g n odd, stiff little gesture.
"Uono." responded Adela. bend
ing ro, ard him-"where are you
.o'-u"'
"Ey.nr." was the ready answer
A.a the two young women
.n..cH eogtly in unison.
what a darling baby" Adela
ruyuur,d TREMENDOUSLY, her heart
II Luz bursting with a strange
.ama.ess pain. "Pd love to sketch
aim"
"uh, you draw" inquired the
mother. THAT must be CREATE
be able to do that
Adelas knees seemed oddly un
Trustworthy. She sank down on
the be-, III and an involuntary sigh
escape. her. Grace Thomas, tax
ing tn baby in her lap, sat doWH
besid. her.
81 see lots of artists coming here
10 draw" ventured Grace. THAI
must be wonderful to have a gin
like that. wish had"
The siren that Adela's imagina
ton had pictured in spite OF her
self. or the common woman, shril
of speech and bold Of eye, vanished
forever under the gravely pleasan!
countenance of Grace. Whatever
she had or had not done to An
thony, she was simply anothei
woman who had known pain and
suffering and, in her way. love
Adela was filed with the anxiety
almost of criminal, lest tne
bounding Of her heart should De
tray her. Every woman Is by In
stinct something of an actress. Blu
those first minutes OF her CONVEX
sation with Grace were among th'
most difficult that ever she ha'
passed through.
Grace was fumbling with he
handbag, extracting a small woodel
acrobat that performed when a re'
string was pulled. After indoc
trinating her baby with the pro
cess, she left 1t in his hands, 81
that she could give her attention
to the pretty young lady.
A gentle south wind was mur
muring In the great maple oVe'