The Washington times., 1923-10-30
BRASS : Novel Of Marriage : By Charl
A Delightful Narrative of Domestic
Life by a Popular Magazine
Writer.
<rrE BEGAN visiting round

after that. Business
men, who had big &C
counts at the bank, he said, in
Vited him to spend Saturdays and
Sundays with them at their homes
!. in the country. We didn't see
him sometimes for two or three
weeks. But that was all right;
I understood. was proud he
was making such a success. The
women folks nearby used to speak
about him to me. They used to
tell me how lucky was.
Well, they didn't know-nor I
didn't know, for that matter. :.
There was a while there when
he never came home for whole
month. He wrote me he was
awful busy. picked up the eve-
ming paper one day, and there
was his picture and long article
about him. I didn't know he was
% important; the paper said he
was doing wonders. There was
! nothin' in the article bout me,
or Paul. -. I began to think.
then. perhaps he-perhaps-he-
Vvas-tired-"
She interrupted her recital with
q quick head-shake, and winked
back her tears.
Sick of Her
law. what's the use OF kidding
myself" she burst out with a
touch OF her old spirit. al knew
long before that what was wrong.
! knew he was sick OF his home,
and sick Of me! wouldn't let
myself say SOL just kept on
shutting my eyes to it.. If he
was sick of me-'outgrown me- as
he says now" she lifted the letter
IN her hand, what could I've
done different? I couldn't change
myself. I was Just Connie Jones
&c. He married me; he did
the picking. I never. was
much for looks, but there was no
use beginning then to go to a
beauty doctor, and getting myself
fixed up. And couldn't change
myself inside.
IT know once I had to go see
him In the bank in the city. The
policeman in the bank asked me
II had an appointment with Mr..
Trevor. I told him was his
wife. and the man looked me up
and down as though he thought
was crazy. Then they showed
me into STAINS office. I'll
never forget that moment.
I saw it all IN flash-just why
he was sick Of me. He. was sit
ting at his desk when I came in.
II was q great big room with
O green carpet on the floor and
all the furniture was dark red
and shiny. The room was so big
Il made Stan look small. He was
awful polite to me, but I could
see he was putting It on. While
was sitting there a gentleman
sent in his card, and somehow I
knew Stan didn't want to keep
him waiting and he didn't want
him to see me-so I got out quick
as I could. -. But knew
then Just how things were-and
I guess I'd've thrown myself in
the bay going home If it hadn't
been for Paul"
She opened the letter in her
hand and smoothed out its wrinkI-
ed pages, winking her eyes free
from tears that trickled. down her
flat cheeks.
$50 E'm going back to the
Emporium, she said with sudden
affected brightness, turning to
Philip. "I can get my old job
back; they're glad to have me.
He wants to provide for me-
says he'll make me just as big an
allowance as I want-but guess
I can't do that. I can take cara
OF myself without his being troubl-
ed. I've always been sorry we
didn't have children, but now I'm
glad there amt none. There's
. just little old Paul, and I've found
q boarding school for him. It's in
the country. and I guess, IL you