The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1921-09-29
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nateful tning II Sne ADDED, shaking ne
head. "It-it never seems to me jus
tifable!"
Divorce is an institution" Pete
said. 'You may not like it any NOR,
than you like prisons or madhouses
1t has its uses"
"People get divorces every day !
Cherry added. isn't divorce better
thar living along in marriage-withou
lover"
"Oh, love-" Alix said scornfully
Love is just another name for pas
sion and selfshness and laziness, hall
the timel"
"You can say that, because yours
is n of the happy marriages." Cher
ry said. ut might be very different
If Peter weren't Peteri'
AS she said his name she sent him
her trusting smile her blue eyes shone
with affection, and the exquisite curve
of her mouth d%eepened. Peter smiled
back, and looked away in a little con-
fusion.
L al 1 lHidSiit lut circumstances
under which I shouldn't love you and
Peter" Alix summarized it, triumph
antly.
and MARTINI" Peter asked.
"Ah, well; l didn't marry Martin Y
his wife reminded him quickly. 81
didn't promise to love and honor Mar
tin in sickness and health; for richer,
for poorer; for better, for worse-by
George!' Alix interrupted herself. in
her boyish. way, "those are terrific
words, YOU know. And a promise is
I promise e
"And even for infidelity you don't
believe people ought to separator
Cherry asked.
Nonsense" Peter said.
But you said-that Martin never
mo, I'm not speaking of Martir
nowi"
"Well, wouldn't that come under
'worser'?" Alix asked.
"But, my child" Peter expostulated
kindly. MY dear benighted wife
there is such a thing as a soul-a mind
IA personality To be tied to "a
well, to a c%oarsening influence day after
day is living death! 1t is worse than
any bodily discomfort"
Il don't see itl' Alix persisted. y
think there's a lot of nonsense talked
about the fanny oncompreezy-but il
seems to me that if you have a home
and meals and books and friends and
the country to walk in, you"
"Oh, heavens, Alix; you don't know
what you're talking about !" Cherry
interrupted her impatiently. "S0me-
times | think your marriage is as
as queer as my own"
Nothing more was said for several
divorce. One afternoon Peter crossed
the porch, tired and hot. and found
everything apparently deserted. He
dropped into a chair, and was still
breathless from the rapid climb up
hill, when stray notes from tie piano
bit of bass then a chord again
Then slowly, but with dainty accuracy
and even feeling, Cherry began to play
a strange little study of Schumann.
Peter knew it was Cherry, because
.lix's touch was always firm and sure
this same bit no longer ago than last
night, and he remembered now that
Cherry had asked him just what it
vas. y
He experienced a sudden and pleas
ng emotion he did not stop to analyze
t. But he had been ruffled in spirit
moment before; Alix had known he
vas to come on this train and had not
him with the car; and while he
eally did not mind the walk up, he
the feeling that they had en-
irely forgotten him.
Presently there was silence; then
'herry tried another little study and
nished it, and the hot summer still
ess reigned again.
With a sense that he had been doz-
lg, if only for a few minutes. Peter .
.ened his eyes. Framed in the cabin I,
OOTWdi, pOlSeU IKE II butterfly against :
le dark background of the room, :
Cherry. He knew that she had !.
cen standing so for some time, for a :
Ill minute; perhaps more. ,
They looked at each other in a ST. =
nee that grew more and more awk- .
ard by great plunges. Peter had =
to wish that he had kept his eyes Il
ut to wish that he had smiled when
first saw her-he could not have o
reed himself to smile now-to won t
r how they were ever to speak e
here they were rushing-rushing- a
she turned noiselessly t
d vanished into the dim room.
lay there, and his heart II
unded. A moment ago he had been y
tired man, fretted because his wife
rgot to meet him now there was y
netting new in the world. And rap u
Y all the world became only a back 81
)und, only a setting, for this extra p
linary sensation. The hills beyond
swan Ia the hot sunlight the
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