The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-09-03
"The Love Pendulum
BY MARION RuBINcAM

ton. At some time in her married life
every woman looks at her husband,
not as though he were the man she
was welded to, or that she was sure
she was going to love forever and ever.
but as she might look at some perfect
stranger, some doubtful person on
whom she bends a critical eye.
The man who looks up to meet that
sudden inspection should take care.
For it may be the direct break between
happiness and a gradually growing
misery
But Win never looked up. He went
on reading.
He had an irregular profile, not a
bad one. His hair was nice in the way
it went back from his forehead, his
chin was not strong, though it was
we'll shaped, it was decidedly weak
looking. His mouth-it could be
tender as I we'll knew. 1t could be
hard too-and then he looked like his
mother. His nice grayish eyes would
| have redeemed face far less attrac-
tive than his, but I could not see the
eyes now.
He looked up, drawn by the magnet
ism of my gaze.
What's up, Connieo" he asked, lay
ing aside his paper.
Nothing" answered Il wish
sometimes you-liked it better here.
don't like to see you bored and I'm.
happy"
Win picked up cigarette and lit It
I'm not dear" he answered gently
| I'm standing it much better than ex
pected. l think must be vegetating
| | began to laugh, the first free laugh
for long time.
You're not, you are relaxing"
cried.
1t happened that we had no guests
the following weekend. Win and
spent long Saturday morning work
ing on the lawn and among the flower;
and in the afternoon we went for Z
swim at the beech. Sunday came COO
and delightful. We planned a tramy
over the hills for the afternoon, anc
that morning we had breakfast out or
the porch and l made mullins while
Win made coffee
1t was one of the incest memories
have-that morning. But it ended a
noon.
For at noon a great car slid up tt
cur gate and stopped. Win called int
the house for me, and I went out Il
see who the unexpected guests were
They were Gwendolyn, and a party o
friends.
so sweet, such a dear little house
as coZy as a birds nest" Gwen cried
: holding out both hands to Win as sh
,,alighted. Connie dear, how we'll 20,
look, l really believe this agrees wit
you.
We greeted the party and they al
came in on the porch. Gwen was tor
enthusia site.
See the chiId's eyes-bluer tina,
heaven, You look Sd different fror
last winter. viii it make me as youn
and charming? | could even endur
the country if it would make me S
attractive"
, I turned to talk to the others. The
! were motoring to the Green mour
! tains, and ran out of their way to fin
cur place.
Lost six times, You are not O
any motor map l possess GIVE
cried. win, l haven't seen you TO
days have I? Do you like it here?"
Il hate it." Win answered, lookin
down into her eyes. They were stanC
ing little apart from the group, bu
SOuIu OFtLIlGdI anu 81 COulu dUy Oh
who chose to listen.
We'll, she may be making a mi
z take in burying you here all summe
u you with your talent. But the quit
!, won't hurt you" There was a glanc
. from those odd green eyes.
You'll come in town next week an
lunch with me, Connie, I'm home b
u Wednesday," she said in parting
5 IN be delighted" l answered m
{ chemically. And they drove off.
Win watched the car disappear, the
d turned and scowled at our house.
q 'Hideous place, And the summt
T. has only just started"
3 (Monday, Separate Ways.)