The Little River news., 1923-05-30
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O. 1925 Western Newspaper Union.)
 The Fields had been married three years. They lived in a nice house at Springfield and belonged to the Coun- try club. They worshiped each other.
 Of course there had been that bad time, about a year after they were married, when Harry met his old flame, Lydia Grant, whose husband was away on four months business trip to the West They had realized that they still cared, and there had been something of filtration. They had talked it over and, like sensible people, had agreed not to meet again.
 All through this Harry had loved Amy just the same. A man can love two women at once. A woman can't they say-love two men. Amy, of course, had never dreamed of ssvhat Harry was going through. Their life flowed placidly on.
 Every evening he came back from the city, kissed her, and sat down to supper. Every morning he kissed her and departed. They were an ideal couple, everybody said.
 And now Harry Field had caught Lyman Grant kissing his wife on the piazza of the Country club.
 It was months since he had seen Lydia, and he had always felt guilty when he met Lyman; but now it was all washed away in fury of resent ment against Lyman, against his wife, and against himself. He had been such a fool! He had given up Lydia a second time for Amy's sake. And this was his reward-a fools reward !
 Amy came back, flushed, into the big room, and moved to her husbands side. Lyman moved toward them.
 "Eine late weather, Field" .........
 "Yes. Lydia's not here tonight?"
 "No, she had a bad cold and couldn't come. Glad to see you and your wife looking so well, Harry, old man. I must try and run over in the car with Lydia to see you soon."
 "Yes, do come," said Harry. It was these sickening amenities that q man had to stand for. He couldn't do anything about it, and he had to con- sume his own smoke
 He had a feeling in the ensuing days that life was the cheapest kind of mockery. He hated all these people. How many of them, he wondered, were engaged in just the same sort of nasty intrigues? How far had Grant gone with Amy?
 She began to notice the change in him. At last she spoke:
 "You don't seem so happy as you used to be, dear"
 "NO?"
 She put her arms about his neck. Tell me what's wrong"
 "Nothing."
 "Something is wrong, Harry. wish you'd tell me. We mustn't have mis- understandings"
 "Oh, very well. l saw Lyman Grant kissing you at the club that night"
 She put her hand on his shoulder. "Poor Harry! Has that been upset ting you?" .-
 "Well. what do you suppose? I'd like to thrash the scamp"
 "Harry, dear, we both meant you to see. We each had our own motive You see. from my point of view, our happiness has been a little too per feet, hasn't itY"
 "You mean you and that-that blackguard contrived that little set ting?"
 "Yes. my dear. You see, you were always so sure of me. Oh, Harry, don't you understand that a marriage can be too ideal? Ours has been. I wanted husband who would realize that other men might fall in love with me. One who would always be on his guard, watching over me, steer ing me away from temptation"
 T see." said Harry grimly.
 '.rhen Lyman had his motive, too. You see-oh. Harry, don't you SUD- pose 1 knew and he knew and every body? Aren't these things shouted from the housetopsY"
 "What do you mean, AmyY His conscience smote him upon the verge of discovery.
 "Why, about you and Lydia, dear. Oh, you don't know how I suffered during those weeks, and never a word to you, of course. My heart was near ly broken.
 Poor Harry, l know you couldn't help yourselves, and you did decide wisely, didn't you? But-you see, my happiness and Lyman's were in the balance all that time, and so that night-well, we had our little revenge on you. Will you forgive mel"
 And he forgave her and went ou: bewildered. Could man ever under stand woman? Or perhaps 1t was in -ok vlfpv <ho< cox,nu