Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-04-06
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that 10 Hne ~ m S4 .Fsa5
oe. tHear Heaven. hear the woman!
What else do l do" z..tsa
Oh dou't mean now. l meant
always, all through our-lives. It's aNI
want to hear"
.Do YOU realize that you are an abb
solute-little-tyrant? d askedI
laughing. Radiantly she laughed
back.
DAYS" she answered; II only live for
one thing!"
now was all in her husband. hisI
smile was her light. and h lived all
most perpetually in the %sunshine.|
When they were parted-and they
we're never long parted-the memory
W This glance or hat tone, this eageri,
nbrase or that sudden laugh, was
enough to keep her happy. Whenl
they met again, whether she came toll
meet him in his own hallway, or rose,
Ilcyelv in her furs. and walked toward
him in some restaurant or hotel. iovI
lent her a new and almost fearful
beauty, To dress for him. to makcI
him laugh, to hold his. interest. this,
was all that interested her, n tx
tho world outside of their own ho4G
she cared not at all. They had thXSy1
own vocabulary, their, own. phrasA2.
for moments of mirth or 'tenderness:1
llmong her gowns he had his favor1
lies. amorg the many c'>;'r"ssions on
his sensitive face there were some
that it was her whimsical pleasure al
ways TO commend. Their convcrsa1
lion, as is the way with ln1trs. was
all n, themselves. and all of praise.
Long before they were ready for1
the world it began to make its DEF
mands. Rachael loved her w homd
they had chosen a large dupleXy
apartment on Riverside Drive-lovedA
the memorable little meals theX hada
before the fire. the lazy enchanting
, hours of reading or of music in theA
big studio that united the two largsA
floors. the scent of her husbands
cigar, the rustic of her gown,
the snow slipping and lisping against
the window, and it was with greati
reluctance that she surrendered even
one evening. But there was hospi-
table Vero Villalonga and her dread,
full New York dance, and there wereA
the Bowditch Inner and the Hoytf
dinner and the Parmalee,s dance tor
Katrina. Unwillingly the beautifully
Mrs. Gregory yielded to the. swift cur
Trent, and presently they were caught
in the rush of the season. and could,
not havc withdrawn themselves en-
. cept for serious cause.
Rachael smiled a little wryly on1
morning over Mrs. George Vailed
tines cordially worded invitation 10
an informal dinner, but she accepted,
it as a matter of course. and wore
her most beautiful gown. She de-
liberately set out to capture her hos
tess friendship, and simple. Sweets
Mrs. Valentine could not long resist
her guests beauty n charm-suchi
A young. fresh creature as she was,i
rot a bit ones idea of an adven-,
turess, so genuinely interested in the
children, so obviously. devoted toI
Warren. :" "a =
Rachael. on her side. contemplated.
the Valentines with deep interest. She
found them a rather puzzling study,
unlike any married couple that she
!, had ever CHANGED TO know. Alice was
: one Of those good, homely. unfashion-
able women who seem utterly devoid
: of the instinct for dressing properly.
Her masses of dull brown hair she
head INC wound round her head in
e a fashion hopelessly obsolete. Her
T. evening gown. of handsome gray silk,
It was ruined by those little fussy
d touches of lace and ruffling that
brand a garment Instantly as home
h made"
h George was one of the plainest of
: men, shy, awkward, insignificant
e looking, with a long-featured, pleas
ant face, and red hair. Warren had
j told his wife at various times that
r George was "a prince" and physical
ly. at least, Rachael found him dis
appointing, especially beside her W
handsome husband. She knew he was
clever. with q large practice besides
1 his work as head surgeon at one of
the big hospitals, but Warren had
added 10 this the information that
George was a poor business man, and
S i'll qualified to protect his own in
%terests.
Continued in tomorrow
Evenings Herald.