Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-14
AMY BROOKS, NJ. D. z Ey41@22S2~e~
Iovedo WomanS Then
ByMarySynon

| Her laughter lifted to hysteria, and
| T pulled her through the COZ
rdor to her room. There for mo-
ment she stood before the photograph
of Preston that was the only personal
touch in the bare cell.
Il loved you she said. 40 il she
spoke to the man and not - his pic
ture. Il loved you and l. ~ lost you"
She picked it up from s'ie stand and
hurled it against the wall. then threw
herself down ON the floor beside her
narrow bed and burst into passion
of tears.
For hours as evening dimmed into
night and the myriad lights Of the
city began to twinkle below us | sat
with Amy Brooks as she sobbed out
the sorrows of her soul.
1T wa; my fault" was her refrain.
II had my chance and | didn't take
1t. Aren't we fools? We think we
can eat our cake and have IL. | might
have known what would happen. |
could have seen 1t for some one else.
Why can't we see around the corner
when it's for ourselves?"
Then she would drift to reproach
of Preston. why couldn't he have
waited? It's such n little while to
June. June. The hospital1l he full of
roses that people bring in. June. We
we're going to his old home down in
Missouri. Do YOU think he'll take
her there"
"She wouldn't want to so there"
That's it. She isn't marrying
Mark for what she can do for him
All she wants is man to give her n
home and pay her bills. She's told
me that dozen times. She's said
she'd marry any man who'd earn a
good living for her She doesn't love
Mark. She couldn't love any one.
Oh. it'll he disaster for him. What
is life going to be?'
That's his affair now" said
sharply. Your only concern is with
what your life Is going to he"
"Mine?" she asked DULY. "Oh, 1t
doesn't matter now"
This Is just when 1t does matter"
Nothing matters" She turned he,
facc toward the wall II had love and |
| sold 1t for a mess of pottage. Now |
all can do Is eat the pottage. You |
can go home now" she babe me. |
land write a story about fool woman |
who loved a man and who didn't have |
sense enough to grab him when he |
wanted her."
what are you going to do?"
There's nothing for me to do |
except"
The door opened just then and |
Dr. Lebcovic came in. She was n
short SQUAT woman. with n head of !
splendid pride and eyes of strange in |
sight. II have missed you. DIR.
Brooks" she said to Amy, in her
strongly accented. foreign voice.
What troubles you?" she went on.
seeing the other woman's distress.
She went to her. and lifted her hand.
rs it sickness" she asked, cor
sorrow"
ITS nothing" Amy lied.
Its sorrow" told her.
"a MANI"
Yes" Amy said.
"You have loved him."
II was going to marry HMM
June
And he goes away"
"He married another girl today"
ITO be sure" she said. "He was a
pigeon who takes pigeon for mate,
and let's the eagle fly to the sun Some
day" she told Amy you will thank
God that He saved you from the fate
of marrying n coward"
Il love him." Amy moaned.
You will always love him." DR..
Anna told her. but you will be glad
you lost him. Now you must work.
1t is your only medicine. You will
help me. When June comes. you will
have another kind Of glory. If you
do what ! tell you, you shall be my
assistant"
There began for Amy that night
course OF action that would have
taken even more self-conscions
woman out of thought of herself.
She worked like a slave in wards and
operating room, and studied under
DR.. Annals direction. She went about
her daily tasks with the eXaltation
Of the chosen. She did not even
mention Preston to me for weeks.
Then one night she flung at me:
II saw Mark today"
''Where?" demanded. annoyed
less by the fact than by the softness
In her voice.
He telephoned me and said he had
10 talk to me. / couldn't bring him