Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-12-31
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Couldn't stand it,"

town. Couldn't stand it,"
well You mustn't stay more
than five minutes"
Couldn't stand not seeing you. Ev-
cry day. towards evening. feR I had
to see you-ptctured you so clear.
I've been good though, staying away.
haven't II" -
And you must go on being good"
Why nus II"
I'VE better not stay here on the
porch. The Howlands ros the
street are such window-peepers, and
Mrs. Bogart--"
Carol! You've told me about your
own room. Let me peep in at it,"
But o mustn't stay, not a Sec
ond. We must go downstairs"
Yes"
viii you be good - :
"R-reasonably!" He was pale,
large-eyed, serious. z
You've got to be moro thanArea
! sonably sood!" She fell. sensible
and SUPERIOR: wa energetic about
pushing open the door.
Kennicott had always seemed out
Of place there but Erik surprisingly
h~armonized with the. spirit of the
room as he stroked the books, glanced
at the prints. He held out his hands,
He came toward her. She was weak,
betrayed to a warm %softness. Her
: llSdu WAS lILlSQ fUdCh. 11SI eyes Wei q
closed. Her thoughts were formless
but m~any-colored. She felt his kiss.
diffident and reverent, on her eyelid.
Then she knew that it was impos-
sible.
III shook herself. She sprang
from him. Pleased" she said sharp
t He looked at her unfolding:
II am fond of you" h said.
aSnonsf onnj1 evaputh3nr be NV
friend"
How many thousands and millions
of women must have said that! And
now you! And 1t doesn't spoil every
thing. 1t glorifies everything"
Dear, I do think there's q tiny
streak Of fairy n>you-whatever you
do with it. Perhaps I'd have loved
that once. But I won't. It's too late.
But I'll keep a fondness for you. I'M
PERSONAL will be i~npersonal! 1t
needn't be just a. thin talky fondness.
Sou do need me, don't your. Only
you and my 10 iced me. I've want
ed SO to be wanted! Once I wanted
love to be given to me. Now I'll be
content If 1 can give. Almost
content!
We women, we like to do things
for men. Poor men! We swoop on
iyou when. you're d~efenseless and fuss
/ over you and insist on reforming you
But it's 50 pitifully deep in us. You'll
be the only thing in which l. haven't
failed. Do something definite! Even
II it's just selling cottons. Sell beau
tiful cottons - from
Carol! Stop! You do love mel
Il do not. It's just Can't you
understand? Everything crushes IN
on me so, all the gaping dull people,
and I look for a way out Please
60. I can't stand any more. Pleased
He was gone. And she was not re-
lieved by The quiet OF the house. She
was empty and the house was empty
and she needed him. She. wanted to
go on talking, to get this threshed
out. to build a sane friendship. she
wavered down to The living room,
looked out Of the ibay-window. He
was not to be seen. But Mrs. West
lake was. She was walking past. and
in the light from the + arc
lamp she quickly inspected the porch,
the windows . Carol dropped the cur
tain. stood with movement and re.
Election paralyzed. Automatically,
without reasoning, she, mumbled, u
will see him again soon and make
him understand we must be friends
But The house Is so empty. II
echoes so"
II.
tS Kennicott had seemed netvons and
], absent minded through that supper
hour, two evenings after He prpwted
about the living room, then growled:
What the dickens have YOU been
saying to Ma Westlake? Z"
Carols book ratified. What do
you meant"
II told you that Westlake and his
/ you been cumming up TO them and
- From what Dave tells me. Ma