Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-07-07
THE SACRIFICE
BY GEM


Milwaukee railroad, and in a
lonesome, almost inaccessible place
we noticed a charming little bung-
allow Turning to "A man near ME,
II remarked, why in the world
would a person put such pretty
little home in such an unsuitable
place y
For a moment the man did not
answer my query, and then he
said, "rhere is quite IA story about
that little place if you wish to
hear it."
This is the story he told:
1t seemed to Marjorie Weeks,
that life was absolutely perfect.
She was young; she was pretty
she was very much in love with
her husband Of one year; her
husband was the successful OWN
er of the largest store in Miles
City, Montana.
"Oh, Edwin" she would ex-
clam to her husband, you don't
know how | love to go, to enter
tain, and to be entertained"
Then he would laugh and reply,
well you just 90 ahead and do
all you want to. Some day we
might go broke, and then you
wouldn't have the money for all
this foolishness.
That was just their little joke,
of course. They both knew that
he was just going to get more
and more successful all the time,
till he could turn things over to
someone else, part Of the time
anyway, and they could travel and
do all sorts of delightful things.
Then Marjorie would always
answer in the same way, ooh, if
you 90 broke, I'll find me hus-
band who can buy me things, for
| would just die if | could not
go and have a good time. y
One morning when Edwin was
shaving, Marjorie came close to
! him, and examined two little
spots on his arm. Edwin" she
demanded, "what do you suppose
makes those little spots? They
have been there for quite while.
md they seem to be little bit
bigger"
"Oh, l don't know, l noticed
them too. If | think when | see
Doc Hunt, I'll ask him.
That night when Edwin came
home he was so quiet and strange
acting, that his wife was at once
concerned. care you sick, dear?'
was her first thot, But he assur
ed her that he was not. She tried
to put her arms around him, but
he was so cool acting that she
drew away, hurt, and prepared
supper in silence.
At the table she asked him
rather frigidly whether he would
Iplay cards with some of the mel
ghbors whom she had asked over
To her surprise, he said very
firmly that he would not play
"You can call them and tel
them I am sick, or any darned
thing you please, I won't play
Well, but you're not sick.
"No, but | will be if they
come. ("
She tried coaxing she tried get
ting angry; she tried tears, but al
to no avail.
"What in the world is the mat
ter with you9" she demanded
when she returned from the tele
phone. 81 have never seen yor
act this way before y
"Well, Marie, | am just al
tired out, and I have to get III
and go on that early morning
train, so l don't want to do any
thing tonight, that's all. "
"Why didn't you tell me be
! foreY Let me 20 with you
Where are you going9''
well" he hesitated for a mo
ment, cit is just business trir
to Butte, and | did not know til
today that I was going"
"But, can't I go9'
ono, dear" he answered, :"
am not going to be gone Ions
enough for you to bother to ge
ready and GO
"WeIl, - Marjorie said in he
most injured wife tone, Gas Ions
as you are going too early, ant
don't want me along, | think
shall stay over home tonight 81
| wont be bothered by your get
ting up"
While she was up i'm her bed