Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-02-16

"Girl, amt you-ain't you got no
shame !"
"Just try me back for month. Max.
For a month, Max. and see Tiff !
don't fix things so they come out right.
Gimme q month, Max, Gimme. Max.
Gimme! Gimme!"
And with her last restraint gone. she
lay downright at his feet, abandoned
to virulent grief, and in her naked
agony a shapeless laass of frill and
fiounce, a horrible and not dramatic
spectacle of abandonment; decencies
gone down before her desire, the heart
ruptured and broken through it's walls.
In such a moment of soul dishabille
and her own dishabllle of bosom bulg-
ing above the tight lacing of her corset
line as she ley prone, her mouth sag
ging and wet with tears, her lips blow
ing outward in bubbles, picture, in
fact, to gloss over, Mae Munroe
dragged herself closer. fiinging her
arms about the knees of Max Zincas,
sobbing through her raw throat.
Just month, Maxi Don't ditch
me. Don't! Don't! Don'tr
He looked away from the sorry spec
tacle of her bubbling lips and great,
swollen eyelids.
Lego! Leggo my knees!''
! "Just month, Max. just"
'Leggo! Lego my knees! Leggo,
| girl. Amt you ashamed!"
'Just month, Max, L."
Cad! Amt you got no shame, girl
Get up! Lego! can't stand this.
| tell you. Be sport and leggo me
/ quiet, Mae. I'm send you every
thing, IA check that'll surprise you.
old girl Lemme go quiet! Nothing
can't change things. Quit blubbering.
1t makes me sick, tell you. Quit your
numbering, old girl, and leggo. Leggo
Leg-go! Leg-go. l sayl"
Suddenly he stopped and with a
backward turn of her wrist Embossed
himself and, while the pain still stag
gered her, sidestepped the huddle Of
her body, grasped his hat from the
divan and lunged to the door. Juggling
for g frantic moment with the lock.
Un her knees beside the piano, In
| quite the attitude he had flung her,
leaning forward on one palm and amid
the lacy whirl of her train, Mae Mum
roe listened to his retreating steps /;
heard the slam Of lower door,
You who recede before the sight of
raw emotions with every delicacy
shamed, do not turn from the spectacle
of Mae Munroe prone there on the
| floor, her bosom upheaved and her
mouth too loose. When the heart is
torn the heart bleeds, whether under
cover of culture and boiled shirt
front or without shame and wound laid
bare. And Mae Munroe, who lay there.
simple soul, only knew or cared that
her heart lay quivering like hurt
thing, and for the sobs that dubbed
too frankly to her lips had no concern.
But after while they ceased Of ex-
haustion and she rose to her feet. her
train threatening to throw her; walked
4 toward the cold, cloyed dinner, half
and fell to scooping some of the cold
gravy up from it's dish, letting it drip
| pie from the spoon back again. The
4 powder had long SINCE washed off her
! cheeks and her face WAS cold as dough.
4 The tears had dried around her mouth.
Presently she pinned up the lacy
train about her, opened a cupboard
door and slid into dark, full-length
4 coat. pinned on a hat with feather
that dropped over one side as II limp
4 with wet, dabbed at her face with a
! pink powder-chamois and wheeling
ever so slightly, went out, tweaking
| off two of the three electric lights
after her--down two flights OF stairs
through quiet foyer and out into the
I fluid warmth of late October. Stars
We're out. myriads of them.
An hour she walked-down the
4 cross-town street and bit along the
! wide, bright, lighted driveway, its traf-
\ fic long since died down to an 0cca-
sional night-prowling cab, a skimming
motorcar; then down flight of curv-
ing stone steps with her slightly per-
I ceptible limp and into the ledge Of
/ parkway where shadows took her into
their velvet silences: down second
Il flight, across a railroad track, and TO
the waters edge, where great coal
I station ran a jut of pier out into the
river. She could walk Its length feel
ing 1t sway to the heavy tug of cur
rent.
Out Of the very. edge the water
/ washed up against the piles with a
thick, inarticulate lisp, as If what II
had to say might only he understood