Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-12-16

Love, Is Just anOtner hume IOr, pas
sion and selfishness and laziness, half
the time" e,i s,.5,,.,
"You can say that, because yours
Is one of the happy marriages" Cher
ny said. "it might be very different
IL Peter weren't Peter!" -. -.s
AS she said his name she sent him
her trusting smile; her blue eyes shone
with affection, and the exquisite curve
of her mouth deepened. Peter smiled
back, and looked away in little con
fusion, AZ. .-.y - gri ....
f. 81 can't imagine the circumstance:
under which I shouldn't love you ant
Peter! !" Allx summarized IT, triumph
antly.l -.-,4o
"And Martini" Peter asked.
."Ah, well; l didn't marry Martin Y
his wife reminded, him quickly. "
didn't promise to love and honor Mar
tin in sickness and health; for richer
for poorer; for better, for worse--b!
George !" Alix interrupted herself, II
her boyish way, ''thoso are terrific
words, you know. And a promise !:
a p-om,seW o., ~; ~,
. ..And even for infdelIty you dom
believe people ought to separator
Cherry asked.
Nonsense - Peter said. r.
"But you said-that Martin never"
"'No, I'm not speaking Of Martin
now!"
"Well, wouldn't that come under
'worser'T Allx asked. sv
"But, my child" Peter expostulated
kindly. my dear benighted wife
there Is such. thing as soul-a mind
"a personality! 20 be tied to "a
well, to coarsening influence day after
day is living death! 1t Is worse than
any bodily discomfort"
81 don't see it," Alix persisted. II
think there's lot Of nonsense talked
about the fanny ohcohpreezy-but it
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 impaNently Some
times I think your marriage is as
as queer as my Own.asa t1lss
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Nothing more was said for several
days upon the subject Of a possible
divorce. One afternoon Peter, crossed
the porch, tined and hot, and found
everything apparently deserted. He
dropped into chair, and was still
breathless from the rapid climb up
hill when stray notes from the piano
reached his ears; chord, carefully
played bit Of bass; then chord again.
Then slowly, but with dainty accuracy
and even feeling, Cherry began to play
strange little study Of Schumann.
Peter knew 1t was Cherry, because
Alix's touch was always firm and sure
more than that, he himself had played
this same bit no longer ago than last
night, and he remembered now that
Cherry had asked him just what 1t
was. H,.
He experienced a sudden and pleas
ing emotion; he did not stop to analyze
It. But he had been ruffled in spirit
a moment before; Alfx had known he
was to come on this train and had not
met him with the car; and while he
really did not mind the walk up, he
disliked the feeling that they had en-
tirely forgotten him. .,
Presently there was silence; then
Cherry tried another little study and
finished 1t, and the hot summer still
ness reigDed again. ..... ..
With a sense that he had been doz-
ing, If only for few minutes, Peter
opened his eyes. Framed in, the cabin
doorway, poised like butterfly against
the dark background Of the room,
stood Cherry. He knew that she had
been standing so forNsome time, for a
full minute; perhaps more.
They looked at each other in ST.
lence that grew more and more awk-
ward by great plunges. Peter had