Evening star., 1927-04-27

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whole -heartedly, but he real
L. ized that he must give her up.
Eileen was small, and dainty,
gentle of voice, quiet and unassuming
a girl to be protected, cherished,
adored.
Just at that point Bob's troubles be-
gan. He was an ambitious young man
determined to reach the top in his
chosen profession. He believed that
to succeed one must be ruthless. Per-
sonal inclination must be made subser-
Went to the great ambition. Many
a career, he was fond of saying, has
been made or marred by man s
wife! If only men were guided by
common sense! If only they would
do as Bob was doing-plan their fu-
ture definitely, and deliberately Sc
lect a wife who would fit into. har-
monize with, the great ambition!
That is what Bob had done. Care.
fully he had gone over the list of
his friends and acquaintances, and
finally decided on Marie Ghatterton.
Marie had graduated from college
with high honors. She had keen,
logical, analytical mind. To be sure,
she was two years older than he,
and could not by any stretch of the
imagination be called beautiful, but
she had dignity and poise, and would
make an ideal lawyers wife
Then intruded a disquieting
thought-perhaps she might dabble
in politics, and become Governor of
Virginia.! He had no desire to be
Mrs. Munding's husband Why were
simple theories so complicated when
one tried to put them into practice?
But determinedly Bob sought out
Marie at dances, and parties, made
himself agreeable, lavished time and
money on her and took her to lectures
galore-her favorite amusement.
Now, he believed he had only to ask
her the all-important question. Bob
was modest, you understand, but after
all, he was man!
Then, as in story books, came OPP
portunityl Bob was offered Junior
partnership in a law firm in another
State. Tie had only two weeks in
which to arrange his personal affairs
and when he went he realized his wife
must accompany him! Bob set his
mouth rather grimly ar the thought.
But to attain the highest measure of
efficiency he believed a. man must
marry; he might as well get it over
with!
That very afternoon he called un-
expectedly on Marie.
"SheIl need all of two weeks to
prepare for the Journey" thoughtful
Bob reminded himself.
But he could not see his lady love.
She was suffering with severe head
ache and was lying down, her mother
informed him. She would not be able
to go to the lecture on psychoanal-
ysis that evening. She had intended
calling him later and telling him.
Secretly glad of the respite, Bob
hurried away. No use wasting the
tickets; he would take Eileen. For
three months he had been visiting
each girl twice a week, and spending
the remainder of his spare time In
mentally comparing them. usually
to the advantage of Marie. Now,
he realized with a pang, ne must
not see Eileen any more. This
would be their last evening together.
Cheerfully enough Eileen consented
to go to the lecture. frankly ad-
mitting that she knew less than moth
ing about psychoanalysis.
after ] teach kindergarten every
day L don't have much time to i'm
prove my mind" she admitted, naively.
Bob grinned. When he was with
Eileen her charm made him forget
cal; that she did not think logically,
but merely jumped at conclusions
though usually by some marvel of
feminine mind her conclusions were
sound. To be with her stimulated
him, but she spelled receive 'ie."
On the other hand, Marie disput-
ed everything, questioning all things,
and took delight in picking his pet
theories to pieces. Sometimes IT
annoyed him. Eileen listened to
him quietly, accepted his ideas with
out reservation. Moreover, he con-
sidered her clever conversation
alist, because she listened interest
ediy to his monologues. They would
enjoy the lecture.
Have you ever taken some one
somewhere expecting her to be en-
tertained, and have her go to sleep
on your hands? That is what hap
pened on that terrible night. Not
literally asleep on his hands, of course,
but with a gradual swaying of her
warm, limp body toward him until