The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1920-04-13
The End of nn Imperfect Day.
CHAPTER CXXIv

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After luncheon we separated. some
of us, Tom and | included took an
other walk over the grounds and
| through the greenhouses. Carol
BluckloCk declared he was going to
his room and rest.
THAT husband Of yours is too
much for me ON the links" he said
In a meaning tone. sensed his
meaning, or thought | did That
the links was the only place where
he feared Toms rivalry, / felt my
self flushing and turned away that
| he might not notice my embarrass-
ment
you don't feel well yet. do you
Sue" Tom asked as we walked to-
ward the greenhouses. I'm so
sorry your good time should be so
spoiled"
81 do feel sick Tom. and when you
go home tonight / am going with
you
But wouldn't it be more comfort
able for you to come in with Black
| lock and vivian in the morning? His
car rs more luxurious than Long Is
| land sunday trains" he added faced
ously."
mo; | want to go with you re-
! piled, almost weeping again at the
! thought OF spending any more time
with carol.
"All right dear, don't get excited.
III fix it,"
My walk with Tom was tho only
| pleasant part of the day. At dinner
/ Claire put me next TO Carol, and he
| constantly tried 10 draw me into con-
versatiOn, constantly whispered little
/ inueudos, until | was SO nervous !
| had all / could do to keep from
screaming. So when Tom declared 1t
/ was time to pack If | were going
with him rushed up stairs feeling
| that | had passed the most unhappy
( day of my whole life.
Claire Objects.
| When Claire found out that was
going with Tom. she urged me to
stick to my program ana remain
until morning vivian and Carol
also joined in protesting against my
| going by train, But l was deter
/ mined, and Tom was a dear about
helping me.
All the way home on the train |
sat silent Tom thought my head
still ached and went into the smok-
| ing car with CORTLAND Brown and
/ the other men,
What should l do7 over and over
| | asked myself this question. II had
| seemed such d simple thing To accept
| Carol Blacklock's presents, his at
/ toution. to believe in his platonic
| friendship. | almost laughed aloud
as remembered an article | had
/ read In the newspaper not long be-
| fore in which the writer had declared
] . a.
! between man and a woman as
| platonic friendship, Then az great
pains had eluCidated her reasons At
| the time | thought her--who ever
she wds--a silly fool, Now as
thought Of her article | was not so
sure. | had looked upon my friend
ship with Carol Blackjack in the
most platonic way, but 1t seemed he
| had not been OF the same opinion.
| His friendship had Its price, Was
! tho world like that2 Couldn't a
woman have no innocent friendship
with a man utherLhan her husband
was so engrosscd in my thoughts
that when Tom came In to gather up
our luggage | was aston'shed that
we were nearly home.
"Is your head botter?' he asked
| solicltously
Yes, almost all gone" and
forced myself to return his smile.
A Thoughtful Act.
when We reached home both OF
the children were in bed, but Norah
had nice little supper all ready for
us. | had eaten scarcely anything
all day ana to my surprise found
was decidedly hungry.
Tom too was capable of eating
good meal though ne by no means
! had my excuse. We turned in
| early. Toms expression, because he
| had "A lot TO do at the office the
next day. But before he went TO
sleep | asked
| Are you going to try to make