Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-07-07


husband for her, disregarding love or
even the beginning. of an acquain.
lance! 1t hearkened back to the times
when parents always made their chill.
dren's marriag e1sA hat did word
love" mean irF1safh R easel Just to
meet, to look q tseach other and blush,
to marry, have children and go on
living miserable, humdrum existence
like millions and millions Of others!
She knew quite well that her father
had married for love. But to try to
convince him that she should pick a
man merely because she loved him,
disregarding religion or creed
1t seemed to be impossible.
Her tears dried, she lay for a long
time in thought. Then gradually she
began to be almost glad that this had
happened. 1t justified her to some
extent in this fight to Able.
Their love was thing OF such
warmth and beauty. A sort OF sane
tuary from all the cares and troubles
Of life.
She arose at length and went down
to lunch. Her eyes showed a trace
of her tears, but she simulated a
cheerful attitude and her father paid
no attention.
when win Mike be here?" she in
"Oh. he said he'd be around for sup
perv' Her father was already pre-
occupied again in some business prob
tits big contract / have" he MUIR
INJURED once as he laid down his PEN
Gil.
When he rose to leave the house,
Rose. Mary ran to him and kissed him
. whtrn
caused him to look at her curiously
Forgive me.' she whispered. hid
ing her head.
"Ah, shure, Colleen" he said, and
gave her bear hug which nearly
crushed her ribs. IF We amt yer
mother through an through
If he had only known what she was
asking him to forgive her for!
se-Mary kissed him again and let
him go. 1t would be the last time
until i. Well, until she received
forgiveness from him.
Her train was not to leave till o.
80 to occupy herself she spent the aft
ernoon with Bridget in the kitchen
She was so nervous. She must be al
something.
She herself placed the flowers on
the table for supper.
But she did not expect to be there.
Around o'clock she put on her hat
and coat and went to tell Bridget
that she was going out for a short
walk.
She couldn't resist throwing her
arms around the old servants neck
And she began to sob.
There, there--what's all this
about?" demanded Bridget, in the
gentlest of tones.
"Oh, nothing, nothing-I'm just SC
happy to be back!'
Sure, that's a fine reason for cry
Ing" scolded Bridget.
For the second time that day Rose
Mary hid her face. But she knew
Bridget-whole souled, open hearted
Bridget. would understand when she
knew about everything.
AS she hurried down the front step:
a moment later she paused and turned
to look up at the house, which some
how didn't seem so like home. Some
thing was missing there, she felt
vague something which she couldn'
quite define.
She had hardly turned the corner
before a car drew to the curb besid'
her and a cheerful voice called:
Hello there. Rose"'
Above the wheel of the roadster sh'
saw a shock of brick red hair; then ;
smiling, freckled face and a pug nose
Its Mike" the voice continued
michael O'Day. Have you forgotten
me?'
why, no-of course not! Hello
nike"
She tried 10 assume a welcoming
tone. Mike, of course. But her hear
sank
II was just on my way to you
house." said Michael. lie was alread.
half out of the. car.
I'M be back shortly" she put il
hurriedly, trying TO stop him. In
just out for "A walk"
But he was already out on tn
4 pavement. He caught her arm. Let
take a little ride, then" he insisted.
- She tried to think fast.
Take nae down to the station" sh