Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1932-02-04

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many other things did you bring me,
Coggeshallf'
"Only few, madam, but you have
everything at home, you know"
She looked Mt the maid. smiling
slightly, and at that smile the wom-
ans eyes wldened and filed with
tears.
"Oh, Mrs. White! On, no" she
cried, and Motherwell. watching that
pale, remote creature, felt as II little
cold wind had blown over his heart.
She passed into the room and sat In
low-backed chair. Her head In her
hand, she seemed to slip away from
them oil into the deep gulf of her
thoughts They watched her
doubtfully.
But Motherwell reused himself and
looked warnlngly at them.
"Can't you find some tea and-and
something to eat for Mrs. Winter" he
asked the maid. "rm certain 1t would
do her good. after all this strain"
She nodded and hurried away. The
two doctors glanced at each other
| then at Motherwell, and stepped out,
on common impulse. He drew a
chair near hers, and, leaning forward,
took her hand In his.
"Mrs. White" he said. "listen to
me-. / know what you are thinking,
but you should not. Can't you pity
that poor man whose heart you are
going to break2 Can't you think Of
| your husband?"
She smiled again, and again he felt
that little chill.
"You don't understand, quite, Doctor
Wells,n she answered, and said no
more.
but d." he persisted, n do un.
derstand. It's you who don't under.
stand. Just because YOU don't feel
| the love for him that he feels for you
| you don't understand how you will
hurt him. II you did"
"If did," she INTERRUPTED. In that
sweet ouayering voice. elf did? How
| foolish Won are. / love him more than
anybody and everything in the world
nut together / would black his boots
If I could live near him. l would
shovel the snow Off his steps in win
ter-If he would be kind to me when
he walked down theml Love himI"
She looked scornfully at the man in
front OF her.
"You couldn't understand" she said.
II love him too much to break his
heart. Mine doesn't matter"
"Of course" said Motherwell slowly,
cycling her, "that is different. If you
feel that way to him, 1t might be bet
ter not to see him, for he has changed
great deal. He's been Ill, and that,
and the anxiety about you, has aged
him, hear. 1t might be a shock to
you-he was such a young-lookingi
man."
She looked wonderingly at him.
"1ll?" she said. Poor Grant Yes
he would be-
Then her pale lips drew down scorn-
fully.
1T is quite plain that you never
loved anybody, Doctor Wells" she said.
"a shock to me! And do you really
think that ! loved my husband for the
way he looked2 You must be fool!"
Her voice was very quiet.
II loved him for what he was" she
said, mot for what he looked likep'
Motherwell rose and put strong,
Drowned hand on each Of her shoul-
ders.
"And did you never know that a
man can feel the same?n he said stern.
ly. "If you didn't, then It is time you
Learned, Mrs. White, for you are the
l7fool!'
She could not grow paler but her
face seemed to turn cold and wan and
her month drooped.. as she stared at
him.
.You-you mean"
ct mean that it's not YOUR hair
it's not pink cheeks-it's not-rood
heavens tia Won no loyesl IT'S Won y"
She seemed not to breathe. Two
large tears rolled down her cheeks.
hut her evas never loft b,e