The Glenwood post. (Glenwood Springs, Colo.) 1897-current, 1920-02-07

"Your brother, that good friend, u
waiting with such patience; 1 should
not keep him longer-and am saying
too much for wisdom, fear. But, oh,
my dear, won't you be strong a
little short strength 1t would need
Don't strike my life down twice, dear
this time I've not deserved 1t.
EUGENE"
Concluding this missive, George
tossed 1t abruptly from him so one
sheet fell upon his bed and the others
upon the floor; and at the faint noise
of their falling Isabel came, and, knael-
ing, began to gather them up.
ibid You read it, dear7"
Georges face was pale no longar.
but pink with fury. Eyes, I did"
"All Of it7" she asked gently, a. ne
rose.
Certainly"
She did not look at him, but kept Der
eyes downcast upon the letter In her
hands, TREMENDOUSLY rearranging the
sheets In order as she spOke-snd
though she smiled, her smile was as
tremulous as her hands. Nervousness
and an irresistible timidity possessed
her. IL wanted to say, George" she
faltered. * felt that Tiff some day
1t should happen-I mean, If you came
to feel differently about 1t, and Eu-
gene and I--that is If we found that 1t
seemed the most sensible thing to do
I was afraid YOU might think it would
be little queer about-Lucy. I mean
Tiff she were your step-sister OF
lated to you, and II you'll you cared
for her"
Thus far she got stumblingly with
what she wanred to say, while George
watched her with gaze that grew
harder and hotter; but here he cufsher
of. II aave already given up an dea
Of Lucy" be said. Naturally. I
couldn't have treated her father as
deliberately did treat him could
hardly aave done that and expected his
daughter ever to speak to me again."
Isabc! gave quick cry of compass
sion, bet he allowed her no opportunity
to speak. "You needn't think I'm
making any particular sacrifice" he
said sharply, though would, quickly
enough, If thought it necessary in a
mattet of honor like this. I was inter
ested in her, and could even soy
did Gre for her; but she proved pretty
satisfactorily that she cared little
enouEh about mel The truth is, we're
not congenial and we'd found that
MUCK out, at least. before she left. We
shoUid never have been happy; she
was superior all the time. and critical
Of tne-not very pleasant thati
don't think she has the very deepest
Mature in the world, and"
But Isabel put her hand tmidly on
his arm. George, dear, this Is only a
qus rrel; all young people have them
before they get adjusted. and you
mustn't let"
IL you please I" he said emphatical-
ly. moving back from her. "This isn't
that kind. It's all over, and don't
cafe to speak of 1t again. It's settled.
Don't you understand"
But. dear"
"No. want to talk to you about
this letter Of her fathers."
Eyes, dear, that's why"
'It's simply the most offensive piece
Of writing that I've ever held in my
handsI"
She stepped back from him, startled.
But, dear, thought"
Il can't understand your even show
ing me such thingl |" he cried. "HOW
did you happen to bring 1t to mef"
"Your uncle thought I'd better. He
thought 1t was the simplest thing to
do, and he said that he'd suggested 1t to
Eugene, and Eugene had agreed. They
thought"
"Yesl" George said bitterly. II
should like to hear what they thought"
"They thought 1t would be the most
straightforward thing"
George drew long breath. swell.
what do you think, mother7"
II thought 1t would be the simplest
and most straightforward thing;
thought they were right"
"very well Well agree 1t was SIM
pie and straightforward. Now. what
do you think Of that letter itselff'
She hesitated, looking away. "I-of
course I don't agree with him In the
way he speaks Of you, dear-exeept
about the ANGEL don't agree with
some Of the things he implies. You've
always been unselnsh-nobody knows
that better than your mother.
"And yet" George broke In, you
see what he implies about me. Don't
you think. really, that this was . pest-
n insulting letter for that man - b
asking you to hand your sonr'
SOh, moi" she cried. you - bow
Haev ~ -~~A~ A. L. 90 - -.