The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1924-03-19

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was no doubt about the explosion.
Mary felt faint sensation OF
distaste, and wondered If she were
reverting to type as q result OF
this recent association with the
generation that still chung to the
distates and the disclaimers of thu
nineteenth century. why didn't
you marry when you were q girl:
am told that you were quite love.
ly."
II hated the thought. was in
love twice: but had a sort 81
cold purity that was proud OF.
The bare idea of-of that nauseat
| ed me-"
"Pity you hadn't done settlement,
work first. That must have knock.
ed prudishness out Of you. should
think"
1T Mortified me so that for sev.
eral years l hardly could 60 on
with it. and have always refused
to mix the sexes in my house
down there, but, Of course, could
not help hearing things-seeine
things--and after while did get
hardened-and ceased to be revolt.
ed. learned to look upon all that
sort of thing as matter OF course
But it was too late then. l had
lost what little looks had ever
possessed. I grew to look like an
old maid long before was thirty
Why is nature so cruel. Mary?"
Il fancy good many American
women develop very slowly sexu
ally. You were merely one OF them
wonder you had the climacterie
so early. But nature is very fonG
of'taking her little revenges. You
defied her and she smote you"
"Oh, yes, she smote me! But4k
never fully realized it until you
came"
Il hardly follow YOU"
"Oh, don't you see? You have
shown US that women can begin
life over again, undo their awful
mistakes. And yet don't dare
don't dare"
"Why not, pray? Better come
with me to Vienna II you haven't
the courage to face. the music
here"
"'Oh, I haven't the courage.
couldn't carry things OF with such
high hand as you do. You were
always high and mighty, they say
and have done as you pleased ali
your life. You don't care pin
whether we approve Of what you've
done or not. It's the way you're
made. But I-couldn't stand IT.
The admission Of vanity. of-ot-->
after the life I've led. The young
women would say. in their nasty
slang. that I was probably man
crazy" .................
"And aren't your asked Mar,
coolly. isn't that just what is tn.
matter? The sex.imagination cftel
outlives the whitening Of the sex
glands. Come now, admit it. Fer
rat that you are q pastel.tintet
remnant Of the old order and cal
a spade q spade
there's something terrifying
about you. Mary" = Miss Trevor
had flushed a dark purple, but She
had very honest eyes, and they did
not falter. But respect you more
than any woman have ever
known. And although you are not
very sympathetic you are the only
person on earth to whom I could
even mention such subject"
well. 60 ahead" said Mary re. +,
signedly. III you want my advice.
take your courage in your hands
and do it. However people may
carp, there is nothing they so
much admire as courage" ~
Eyes. but they make you suffer
tortures just because they do ad.
miro tor to keep themselves
from admitting It,"
"True enough. But after all,
they don't matter. Life would DO s,
so much simpler II we'd all make 1
up our minds that what other poo.
pie think about us docs not signify
in the least. It's only permitting it
to signify that permits it to exist"
That's all very we'll for you, but
it's really q question Of tsmpera-
ment. Do you think I'd dare come
back here looking like a girl again
and l suppose I should. I'm six.
teen years younger than you. +.
You must know how many Of the
women hate you 4
THAT sort Of hate may be very
stimulating. my dear Agnes" said
Madame Zattiany drily.
Il can understand that. But /
should return to what II, Is hardly
an exaggeration to call 4 life of q
4intipacies. The ridicule!
The contempt! The merciless crit.
icism! don't want to live any.
where else. I can't face it! But. 4
Oh. I do 80 want It! I do 30 want
IT,"
But Just think OF the compensa.
lions. No doubt you would marry
Immediately. II you were happy.
and with man to protect you,
how much would you carer"
OH" Once more the thin ascot.
&c face was dyed with an unbecom.
ing flush. "Oh!" And then the
carriers fell with q crash ana she
hurried on. the words tumblins
over one another, az her memory.