Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-01-13

deeply even to have heard him. Her
mind was working as desperately az
n Gagged animal, her thoughts circling
frantically, trying windows, walls, and
doors In the prison in which she
found herself, mad for escape.
She blamed herself bitterly now for
allowing him, in the surprise and fear
she felt, in the shock Of their uneX-
pected meeting, to arrange this do
mestic and apparently reconciled re-
turn to the valley house. But it was
too late now! Too late for anything
but bald and brave and cruel half
hour that should, at any cost, sunder
them.
Quick upon the thought came an
other: what should she and Peter plan
now? For to suppose that their lives
we're to be guided back into the old
hateful channel by this mere mis-
chance was preposterous. Within a
few days their. interrupted trip must
be resumed, perhaps tomorrow-per-
haps this very night they would man
age it successfully. Meanwhile, un-
til she could see Peter alone, there
was Martin to deal with, Martin who
was leaning forward, vainglOriously re-
citing to her long speeches he had
made to this superior or that.
Martin" she said, impetuOusly In
terrupting him, 1--WE got to talk to
you! I've meant to write it-so many
times, I've had it in mind ever since
left Red Creek!"
"Shoot!' Martin said, with his fav-
orite look of indulgent amusement.
"There are marriages that without
any fault on either side are mistake" q"
Cherry began, "any contributory fault,
] mean"
"Talk. United States!" Martin
growled, smiling, but or guard.
swell, think our marriage was one
of those" Cherry said.
"What have you got to kick about?"
Martin asked, after a pause.
I'm not kicking!" Cherry answered.
with quick resentment. But wish
had words to make you realize how
1 feel about It."
Martin looked gloomily up at her,
and shrugged.
'"Thls is a sweet welcome from your
wife ~. he observed. But as she re-
garded him with troubled and earnest
eyes, perhaps her half-forgotten beau-
ty made an unexpected appeal to him,
for he turned toward her and eyed
her with a large tolerance. "What's
the matter, Cherry?' he asked. ut
doesn't seem to me that you've got
much to kick about. Haven't always
taken pretty good care Of you? Didn't
l take the house and move the things
in; didn't leave you whole month,
while ate at that rotten boarding
house, when your father died; haven't
l let you have-how long Is it?-seven
weeks, by George, with your sisterF
Cherry recognized the tones of his
old arraignlng voice. He felt himself
ill-treated.
"Now you come in for this money"
he began. But she interrupted him
hOtly:
Martin, You know that is not true "
"Isn't it true that the instant you
can take care of yourself you. begin
to talk about not being happy, and
so on!" he asked. without any par.
ticular feeling. You bet you do! Why,
never cared anything about that
money, you never heard me speak OF
it. l always felt that by the time the
lawyers and the heirs and the Wit
nesses got through, there wouldn't be
much left of it, anyway"
Too rich in her new position Of the
woman beloved by Peter to quarrel
with Martin in the old unhappy fash
ion, Cherry lnid IN appealing hand
on his arm. -
"Tm sorry to meet you with this
SORT Of .ning," sic Said simply, IL
blame myself now for not writing you
tust how I've come to feel about It'll
We must make some arrangement Tor
the future-things can't be as they
were!"
you've had 1t all your way ever
since we we're married. he began.
"Now you blame me-
81 don't blame you, Martini!
"Well, what do you want divorce
for, then?"
~ don't even say anything about
a divorce" Cherry said, fighting for
time only. But can't so back!" she
added, with sudden force and con-
viction that reached him at last.
"Why can't you?"
Because you don't love me, Mar
tin, and-you know it'll don't love
you'll"
"Well, but you can't expect the way
we felt when we got married to last
forever" he said, clumsily. DO you
suppose other men and women talk
this way when the-the novelty has
worn 0ff?"
81 don't know how they talk. l only
know how l feel !" Cherry said, chilled
by the old generalization.
Martin, who had stretched his legs
to their length, crossed them at the
ankles, and showed his hands deep In
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