Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-03-21
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that's a sad thing. too. We'd all like
q. change, like to see if we couldn't
do something else better! And so
comes the break. and the cloud on a
fine old name. and all because we
to march In line! Bless me. don't !
know the feeling myself! why, that
good little wife Of mine could tell you
some tales Of encouragement ana dis
Ienchaatment that would make YOU
open your eyes! But she braces me
up, she puts heart into me-and the
first thing know I'm marching
again."
And having comfortably shifted the
entire trend OF the conversation from
his p%arishioner to himself and found
problem. the good bishop would
chuckle mischievously at finding his
eminent self quite human after all
and would suggest their going In tc
find Mrs. Bishop. and having a cup OF
tea. These women, always restless
and dissatisfied, were a part of his
work; he prided himself upon the
swiftness and tact with which he dis
posed Of them.
Rachael's mouth twisted. wryly a,
the thought of him. No, she could
49, ~"AS Az SUI ~ Sl40 Ul6IlOp-
Nor could she approach Fathe,
Graves with any real hope OF a help.
ing ~ord. To seek him OUT in his
study-that estheticallv bare and vel
beautiful room, with its tobacco.
brown hangings and monastic furnish.
ing in black oak-would be to invite
mischief. To sit there. with her elo.
quent eyes fixed upon his, her haunt.
Ing voice wrapping itself about his
senses would be a genuine cruelty to.
ward a. harmless, we'll -intentioned
youth whose herotsm in abjurins the
world. the flesh. and the devil had not
yet been great enough to combat hi.
superb and dignifed egotism. At best
he would be won by Rachael's reveal
ton OF her soul to q long and frank.
ly indiscreet talk or his own: a,
worst. he would construe her conf.
dences in an entirely personal sense
and feel that she came lot at all to
the priest and all to the man.
Rachael thought of Florence Havi.
land, the good and kind-hearted and
capable n1atron who was Clarence'e
sister and only near relative. She and
Florence had always been good
friends, had often discussed Clarence
of late. What, sort of advice would
F1orence's forty-hve years be apt ia
give to Rachael's twenty-eight?
Don't be so absurd, Rachael, half the
men in our set drink as much as
Clarence does. Don't jump from the
Elsie Rowland and Marian Cowles
when you talk 81 lightly Of divorce!'
That would be Florence's probable
attitude. Still, it was a bracing atti.
tude, heartily positive, like everything
Florence did and said. And Florence
was above everything else a church
member, a prominent Christian in hel
self-sacrificing wifehood and mother.
hood. her social and charitable. and
civic work. She might be unhatter'
ing, but she would be right. Rachael'l
to sleep,>wa4 thatoshe would take thu
earliest possible moment to extract a
verdict from Florence.
She went into her husbands room
at ten o'clock tho next morning to hnt
Billy radiantly presidinK oversA load.
ed breakfast tray. and the invalid
pale and paSty, and with no partdcu.
lar interest in food evtncsd by the
twitchinE muscles Of his face, never.
theless neatly brushed and shaved
propped up in pillows. and making q
visible. effort to appear convalescent.
How are, you this morning.
Rachael asked per%functorily. 9th thu
quick glance moving from the book,
on the table to the wood IRE burning
laztly behind brass fredogs. Every.
thing was il. perfect order, Helda'i
touch visible everywhere.
Fine Clarence answered, also
perfunctorily. His coffee was untouch,
ed. and the cigarette in his long hold.
er had gone out, but Billy, was dispos
ing of eggs. toast, bacon. and cream
with youthful zest. Clarence's hot
sick gaze rested almost with hostiltt,
upon his wife's cool beauty; In a gray
Linen gown, with a transparent white
ruffle turned back from her white
throat, she looked Is fresh as the
fresh-spring morning.
"Headache?" said the nicely modu.
lated, Indifferent voice.
To this soltcitude Clarence madl
no answer, A dark. ugly look came
into his fade. and he turned his eysi
sullenly Ind YEARLY away.
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