The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1926-04-02
"Thy Name Il
Woman"
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BY NANCY M. WALSH

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yXIELL, it was done. There was no
w going back now. She had writ
ten the letter and had given 1t TO
Tessa to mail BY Ave o'clock he would
have it-and would know, as she
knew, that they could not go on, that
she did not love him, and that there
were many others who meant as much
to her.
She was rather proud Of that letter
Its directness and finality. its seif-suf-
fciency. Bob would be furious, and
then he would be rather sad and hurt
She knew all the stages through
which his temper, his pride and his
sensitiveness would lead him.
BY midnight he would be contem-
plating suicide. And at daybreak he
would probably Jeave for the wilds of
Africa. (They always did, For what
charms could Boston hold for him
when she, Margery Doe Eliot, his only
love, did not Jove him?
He would send a tear-stained note
Of farewell. And so years hence she
would read 1t again and smile sadly.
If he went away she would never see
him again.
Oh, WELL there were plenty Of 9th
ers, and she would soon forget. OF
course, for the first few weeks she
would miss him-his calls and his de-
pendable attentions; she had been fair
with him.
Margery ate q lonely lunch. The
food was rather tasteless, and she was
glad to finish, to go back to the rosy
solitude of her sitting room.
On her desk was a picture Of Bob.
What smiling eyes he had. And such
a firm, determined chin. Impatiently
she turned the picture to the wall.
She dropped into chair with such
force that she knocked her brass bowl
Of roses to the floor. There they lay
at her feet, II fat, pink blossoms in q
sad, splashed puddle Of water. She
righted the bowl, picking the blooms
up tenderly. Bob had sent them to
her. YEARLY she stamped from the
room and donated the bowl Of fra
GRANGE to the library.
1t was all over And she was glad
But she wished now that she had
something to do.
Sadly she gazed out Of the window
All the little plots Of grass were an
| eager, ardent green. A robin sang
Justify from budding sapling. Mar
dtcnr vnryfv, nf hfc
gayety, closed the window.
The telephone rang. The tailor
would send up her suit tomorrow. The
telephone rang again. Aunt Miriam
would like Margery to dine with hel
on Wednesday. The doorbell rang.
With unconscionable haste Margery
dashed into the hall. What was 1t
Tessa? Who was it7
But Tessa was busy conversing witt
the unknown caller.
man! Margery could hear thu
low, soft rumbling Of his voice 1
sounded like -. No, of course /
wasn't Bob. After that letter he woult
never call. But 1t was not yet fiv'
l " SiOSh, lC iduA lCSClNCd IL
Margery was nearly consumed witt
regret that she had ever written thu
note.
The door slammed. She leaned IA
over the bannister. "Tessa, who wa
itr
4 "Oh. miss, be careful; don't fall"
"Who was it, Tessa?"
"That, miss, what rang the bell?"
Eyes, yes. Who?"
"Oh, that was one of them brusl
men. | told him we had tooth brushe
and hair brushes and coat brushes an,
floor brushes. And Miss-oh, Mis-
Margery-"
But Miss Margery had deserted he
precarious position. Tessa sighed a
she climbed the stair and tapped II
the closed door. A muffieI shout bi
her enter Tessa crept in.
"Well-"
oh Mics Margery. this morning
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