Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1922-06-27
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Doris Emotions
By Idah McGlone Gibson

| Margaret Earle In Europe
That is news" answered Doris
lGlendening In suspicion. Harry
mentioned that she was in town
a few weeks ago. l am sure he did
not know she was going abroad
or he would have said something
to me about It,"
II wonder If all people are as
Ignorant OF the inner thoughts OF
their friends and relatives as Doris
is?" Davis commented inwardly.
His meditations were interrupted
by Doris saying:
'Oh, John, what shall I do to
pass the hours away? I almost
wish that I were some kind Of a
dope fiend and then l, could just
take enough to go to sleep and
sleep until 1 could go to Harry. =
Come, come, my DEAR" reJoin-
ed Davis, fearful OF a collapse.
Surely you are going to have
courage enough to meet this
trouble bravely. How would you
like to go for a ride? 1 think 1t
would do you good. have my ma
chine at the door"
After a momentary hesitation
Doris acquiesced, and without
thinking much about direction,
Davis turned his motor towards
one of the suburban roads. Pres
emily he found himself headed to-
ward a cemetery. He was telling
himself that he was an ass not to
have chosen some other road as
the tops of some of the monuments
on the side hill of the "city of
the dead" came into view.
I'm glad you came out this
way, John" was Doris surprising
comment my mother lies out
there, and l almost believe that
it was my mother that l wanted
this morning. If you don't mind. l
think l will go over to where she
is lying. 1t almost broke my
heart when she died, but l am
really glad it happened before to-
day.
"And, oh, John. could be wish
ing now, if it were not for Harry's
sake, that I was lying there beside
her.
81 am rather sorry wrote you
that story, John, even though on
ly you have read 1t, for when l
think of it 1 am sure what /
wrote was colored by my hurt
pride. 1 am glad you did not read
1t to Mr.. Clavering and DR.. Mil
ton, for my views and ideas have
changed. 1 am sure / shall never
think like that again."
Doris said no more until Dave
drew up in the road before her
mothers grave. Then she gave
way to her grief and, throwing
herself upon the sod, she sobbed
and wept as though she would
never be able ta stop.
At last, after half an hour a
half hour in which Davis with
rare understanding, stood aside
and let her cry-she turned her
swollen face toward him and said:
John, you have been good to
me; very good. / am ready to go |
home now"
Calmly she entered the machine
having found solace in tears as
women will. When they arrived
at the apartment 1t was found
that Doris had been summoned to
the coroner's inquest to be held
the next morning, SO that all that
was mortal of the American Beau
vt could be bupied during the af-
ternoon.
II don't want to go. Do have
to go, John?" Doris asked tear
fully. 'T didn't see that man kill
his wife. 1 know nothing about
It,"
'T am afraid you have to go,
Doris" said Davis kindly. when
the law commands, most of us
have to obey. Try to get a little
rest. l think you can sleep now,
can't you? will call for you to-
morrow morning.
care you sure that 1 can do no
hing more for you before go?"
Davis was anxious to get
away, for he, too. wondered Just
why Doris had been subpoenaed.
Upon interviewing the coroner,
le found that she was to be ques-
.ioned as to whether her husband
lad ever confessed his infatua-
ion for Mrs. Adams, and whether
ne had ever expressed and fear of
he vengeance of the American
Beauty's husband; and why he
was carrying the gun which was
'ound upon him when he was
aiken to the hospital.
Davis learned from his inquiries
hat Adams would be indicted for
murder of his wife. and that the
,rand jury would wait the out