Mexico weekly ledger., 1921-07-21
INC0MPATlBLTTY
BY HELEN WAITE MUNRO.


O. 1874, by Mcclure Newspaper syndicats.)
Love was dead, deadl
love remained In the cold gray eyes Of
the woman descending the steps from
the office Of the big lawyer, nor In the
absent brown one Of her husband as
he glanced hastily al his watch with a
view to the quickest possible return to
business. Something in his tired face,
however, drew out In her a trace of
the divine maternal that exists In
every woman, but especially In those
who have a tiny grave to remember,
rs Dorrice 0rdway had.
you must have something to eat
before you 60 back to work, Robert"
she told him quickly. 'There is a lit
Gle restaurant just ross the tracks
there. It looks clean We will go
over"
I~ndifferently he ordered the whole
some food she suggested for him. For
herself she took only tea and toast
indigestion had lately added itself to
her long list of ailments.
He spoke abruptly. between mouth
fuls.
Il suppose Black thought 1t was
queer for US to go together to find
out the steps necessary for our d.
vOrce. Strange, I've faced every kind
Of business situation alone. but when
It comes to telling some one else your
family troubles" he hesitated almost
0oyishly.
The maternal light again softened
her eyes, then died to a cold CLEAN.
at will soon be over" she told him.
Mr.. Black can fix 1t up, you see,
without trOuble-a simple case of in
compatibility. You will be free for
your everlasting Observation-Disclosures"
"And you for your sanitoriums and
baths and eternal complaining" he re-
taliated as he showed his chair back
sharply and led the way out.
"We ought to have brought the car
here with us. You know it makes my
side ache to walk" she complained,
fretfully, as they started back across
the tracks.
His only answer was q gruff
"Humph! as he walked slightly
ahead. Then a Mortified gasp from
her caused him to turn quickly. She
had stopped and was pulling fran
hcally at the heel of her high shoe,
which was caught in the track. Strug-
CLING, twisting, wrenching, she worked,
he terrified eyes watching with aw-
ful fascination an object bearing
down upon them, looming large like
some ancient monster-the engine Of
the through express.
In seconds that seemed like hours
he exerted every last atom of his
strength to release her, his mind work.
Ing lightning quick to find the cause
OF her captivity. The high heel simply
fitted the rallied groove in which It
had slipped. No power on earth could
free her In the scant time before that
death-dealing monster would be upon
them. No knife, v e If he had one,
could v quickly enough the lac
fngs Of the high bootl No strength
could pull the heel from the strongly
made sole. The train was s~lackening
Its speed now. The engineer had seer
them-was trying frantically to stop,
but still the monster came, came.
The divinely maternal look again
TRANSPORTED her face.
"Jump!" she told him. Get away ~
and she tried to push him from her.
He grasped the hands that sought
to send him to safety. Her express
sion changed to n Of perfect trust
and love-of the girlish appeal that he
remembered so well In the days Of
their courtship,
"Robert" she cried, regardless OF
the oncomlng engine. Her eyes were
the eyes or the girl Of long ago
He gathered her closely In his arms.
Jump for safety and leave her? Never!
Dorrice! His wifeI The girl Of his
Lowell The mother of the child who
had left them! What was business -!
What was all the world! What was
life itself, beside a love like this!
The monster was close upon them
now in spite Of the swift work of the
Mortified lei aboard. An instant
more ana all was over. Silence even
the noise of the train died away as it
came to a full stop.
But love, after all, was not dead.