The northwestern bulletin., 1923-07-07
1t Is Just a
Mans Way
By CORONA REMINGTON
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The girl In his arms trembled. She
was SO exquisitely happy. What a
wonderful lover he was!
Promise" Dick Shanton urged
again.
How could I forget your she
asked.
"Or I you" He kissed her again.
when are you goingT
Tomorrow morning at eight"
She wept q little. How could she
stand It? Yet she had to-women
did 1t all the time, so she could. And
there would be kilograms and letters
and maybe a long-distance telephone
call.
"Do you just have to gof" she asked
after a pause.
"Yes, I'm down on the program for
q paper that, I worked on until two
this morning."
Doctors are such important crea-
lures, and already I'm beginning to
believe they don't belong to their
wives at all. They belong to their pro-
fession-wedded to 1t, that's It,"
IF man is to make a success in
his profession, no matter what 1t is,
he'll have to devote most Of his time
to It."
II know" she admitted, but there
was something pathetic about her tone
of voice.
He left the next morning, and Con-
stance Mcclure slipped away In her
little car to the depot. When he saw
her coming through the crowd toward
him his heart leaped and ne darted
forward to meet her.
"What a grill I was feeling a bit
blue, but now I'm all right. II 1t
weren't for those darn doctors stand
ing over there I'd kiss you on the
spot, but they'd rag me about It,"
They had a few short minutes to-
gether before the train was called for
the last time, and Constance went
back to her waiting car, depressed,
yet s~mehow happy. After all, week
wasn't so very long. and she would
hear from him constantly. She might
even get a telegram that very night.
Returning home, she found herself
strangely idle. Time dragged, she
could think Of nothing to do. She
wandered around the house aimlessly.
the hands Of the clock appeared to be
standing perfectly still-never had
there been such q stretch between
breakfast and lunch, yet she was not
hungry.
That night the telegram came:
Arrived o. X. Meetings are going
to be great. VIII write tomorrow.
Love. Dick"
Sure enough, goodness knows; but
It cheered her up, and the day after
tomorrow the letter would come. 1t
did, but It was very little longer than
the wire, and all about the medical
convention, scarcely a word about her
and his love for her.
He had forgotten her and how much
they meant to each other. It could
not be otherwise-out Of sight, out Of
mind. That was 1t. Constance went
around trying to hide her unhappi-
ness. but as the nfth day Of his alb
sence dawned and only two short
notes had been received she gave up
the fight and crawled into her own
room and locked the door. She would
never show her face again; she could
not bear to be looked at and pitied.
When Mrs. Mcclure went In to
lunch and found her daughter missing
she ran all over the house calling her,
at last to find that she was locked in
her room, and no amount of coaxing
would bring her out. Finally Mrs.
Taylor was summoned. II any one
on earth could do anything with Con-
stance 1t was she.
'.This Is Mrs. Taylor. DEAR she
said through the door. "You must let
me In or I shall 60 away heartbroken,
and I've loved you all your life."
After long minutes Of coaxing the
door was opened and Mrs. Taylor saw
a. /forlorn, disheveled, red-eyed, little
girl standing before her.
MY dear, what is the matterT she
asked In alarm, taking her In her
arms.
Constance tried to keep her troubles
to herself, but the older woman's
warm, motherly sympathy was too
much for the girl and she burst into
tears and sobbed the whole dreadful
truth out on her friends shoulder.
Its all over. Dick doesn't love me
any more. He's met some other ggirl
at the convention"
"Oh, my poor. poor dear. but II
can't be true. Dick isn't that kind
How do you know all this7 Has he
confessedY
'N-no, but his actions have only
two tiny notes and q telegram since
he left and they were about as affec-
tionate as letter you'd write to your
lawyer"
Mrs. Taylor was relieved. "Oh, is
that all you have to 60 byf You
frightened me at first. Will you let
me read themr
Silently Constance handed over the
two crumpled little letters and the
message, and Mrs. Taylor quickly
scanned them.
"Why, my dear, You foolish little
pir1 This in all right Hes lust full