The Madison journal., 1921-11-12
THESTORY
1y JACK LAwros

strange moods and emotIona
Bruce loved her now avonS Sd
in ninl, the attachment had been 'ne @
slowly and surely, and 70 S@k
,in, love in its nnscIiShness was S'ae :
non. For years She had wri,, 'e
SuDJect, and the winsoma ohe n
writings won for her fame"e
measure. The little town a., %
tered her still regarded LAM %
"Fre'y as 4 kindly, friendly Ds..
Beyond, in the greater ci,,l' !, ps''
girls bending over her bool," s n
ner very differently as one - pcS
ously fascinating as the bs.., ~ %
her own tales. Jane loved ~
Of French women.
Her latest book. "NTada,,..
growing day by day and 60
character became to Jane tb.,
umeS 1t seemed more than an :
ent inspiration. When Rrrco ,a
.%ll ,% came calmly and unheraIdss
the one all important into lug
Jane enjoyed much his svr,,'a
her work. He was able too ~
her In many details of bor
Bruce had spent three wears lo..
IN france. The firm who recent, ! ,
taken him into partnership ~
stoned him there at that Tim. ~
orlne' busy and happy in the ~.
or her fancied rOmances h.s
none equally satisfying for h..
so, because of her acknowlad... II
ableness. she was dubbed l.n.s.
but believingly. nevertheless a. =
less. When Bruce came her ass 4
was completely swept aside n
lutely. Jane loved him.
As weeks passed, there w. :.
the big earnest man that which \, "a
and troubled her. Why were M, :
eyes always somber shadowed !.
In the look which told unmIs,.,
his love? And while his ewes AM
tions voiced this truth, why @
lips remain silent? Jane n,,.
often over her written pages, wo.d-
and wondered. And as she h,..v
busy with her problem in tbs !
light. Bruce came suddenly n
her side. His fine eyes looked s,.
ingly. pleadingly into her own
u tried not to come" he h,
perpleXingly, then stopped.
Jane Nsighed. She was dlscoun,
by questionings which failed to N
explanation of her lovers moods
Il want" she said. instead "a |.
you read part of my new book. Bu.
You can help me with the colorim,
Tell me the theme" he begged y
'and later I will go over the s,,
1t is pleasant here with only the N
Of the fire-and YOU"
Jane spoke stiffly. 1t was dIscI
Tor her to put into cold words, n
thought.
"The hero" she began, "fssht
young American, who went avub
rar-the old story in a measures
he becomes wounded and meets Viii
my appealing Madeh
4 little French girl. Bruce but az
French girl. with the charm Of
hree long ago admired French ri
oiled into one. So my hero lue
md impulsively marries. But te
ny story only begins. Disappolntuz
nd humiliation come to poor Eit
Madeline when she finds how dsSE
lar their tastes and dispositions N
Sravely, as she tries to mold herd
nto the typical clever American ID
er husband so evidently expected
md beneath her whimsical persm,.
~, Madeline fails, to her bitten1
nd his despair, while John Ala
imself fails in living up to the hsr
lamor Madeline had married Al
hey separate; he coming back TO y
wn free country, Madeline living d
4 her own loved city on John Al1s
sent money. Yet-two lVs
eparate-brOken. James voice tralld
II musingly, while Bruce, lesning TO-
ard. caught suddenly at her han6
rushing them in his own.
janet" he exclaimed, Jane! vheR /
Id you get your thought, your pe1n /
of that situatlonT
Jane slowly released her hands
why" she replied, "that would
le natural outcome of the situat@
uman nature, Bruce" she laughed uf
.rtainly. 'is supposed TO be my speclaf
:. you know"
DTuCe WIS on MS Knees, pciWe -
IS head against her arm.
"Then. knowing human nature DC
I'D, perhaps you can forgive NY
'ming here at all, daring to de'"e
yself to you, making you learn, r
bps. 10 love me. For / was tnaI
,ung American, Jane. the year wsn
take charge of our French omu
nd there / met and married wv
of another name. we NV
art in our separate lands, Jane !"
@ mistake is irreparable. YET ~
tier holds us both from happines
could not be the one to break 'na'
tier, Jane. This little useless ou''e
of a Madeline depends stiii W.
Y support. across the seas. Aha a
!, the foolish union was OF my ~
aston. But that is hard endiH'
r a story-Jane Orme."
Jane looked down at the mans wv. NJ
sd face, through bright teai'"
es. -
Dear friend" she gently coui"'.
think and | hope the end Is ho. ~; "a
Ie Madeline of my story Is SUI
d her happiness In one U hei
ople. She it is who must seen