The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-04-13

EuSllSD poctS. Dy the way, L We JOlueu
an afternoon class al the university"
Doug said nothing. The women he
knew always presided at the dinner
table when the man of the house re-
turned from his business. And they
did not go to evening lectures with
out asking their husbands to go along.
And they, being married, did not start
To school again. His world had fallen
to pieces.
When Gwen returned late In the
evening, rosy-cheeked and starry-eyed,
Doug. with a something wistful In his
blue eyes and pathetic sag to his
jolly mouth, held out the envelope with
the fifty dollars to Gwen.
II want you to take this Gwen, even
If you don't need II just now. It'll
come in handy later I'd like for you
to have it,"
Gwen stifed a yawn.
II dOubt that I'll be needing 1t.
While was out this evening
stopped in at the Fantasy cafe I'm
going to do cabaret stunt there every
evening. I've not forgotten my sing
ing nor my fancy dancing. And I'll
get well paid for it,"
Gwen" There was evaporation as
well as anguish in DOugs deep voice.
You're my wife"
Pity it's, It's true" said Gwen.
She had cherished this quotation from
the lecture, knowing well that Doug
IL
would even her up on the Keats break.
DO you mean that?" bIurted out
Doug, his rudy face paling.
Gwen merely shrugged her Shout
ders and walked out of the room.
Going up the stairs she giggled. One
day of her life had passed without
hearing the hateful phrase.
That day followed. Hardening her
self, Gwen did everything that she
hated and had not been accustomed
to doing, while she denied herself
every one of the soft, dainty, fem
mime ways that she delighted In.
There were moments when Gwen
craved with every fiber of her being
to be "juSt woman" doing all the
delightful, sometimes foolish things
that she had done before the reforma-
ton. Yet surely this course must
change Doug's attitude toward wOm-
en- and must win his respect-and
DOug's respect was worth something.
She came from the cabaret one eve
ming sick of soul. Two men had Wis
ualIy appraised her, and she wanted
her good. devoted, honest Doug as she
had never wanted him before. Just to
be his wife seemed enough pay for
this world and the world to come.
She paused on the porch for mo-
ment and looked into the living rOom
a charming room that was a reflection
of her best hOme-oving self. But her
thoughts were instantly diverted from
the beauty of the room. There was
Doug crOuched in the big chair with
his head resting on the table. She
had never before seen her outstanding
husband in detected posture. She
went to him quietly.
Are you sick. DougT she asked
tenderly.
He turned to her a face that con-
firmed her fears. II had lost its round.
ness, the eyes were tired and bleared.
"Yes, / am. Sick to the very heart
OF me-" said Doug. 81 can't figure out
the trick late has turned me. mar.
ried the most wOmanly bit of girl |
knew-the only kind could admire OF
love, and here all In flash she turns
out to be exactly the other sOrt-the
kind | can't Standard. like q mao
makes her own living, want real
woman that depends on her man and
lets him do things for her."
Gwen, shaking with laughter, sank
into the big chair beside Doug.
''rhen why did you always say sc
scornfully, If that isn't just like a
woman las If woman were fit only
t0 be spat on. | could have howled
every time you said 1t. And got sc
sick of being just like woman that
| made up my mind to be anything
but"
'Then unmake your mind and be
my own old girl again !" shouted Doug
drawing Gwen into the shelter of his
arms. I'll never say that again If II
bothers you, but from me it's a sort
of compliment, for you can't be toe
much of a woman to suit me. That's
what | like about them-their little
foOlishnesses What'd life be without
them? like the feeling that you're
leaning hard on me. You're not just
like wOman-you're just the woman
for me-"