Hyder weekly herald., 1932-01-16
ways skilfal efforts met with little

ways skilful efforts met with little success.
 It Is doubtful if in all the times he met Marcella, both in the Martin home and at public occasions, the beautiful ly gowned, jeweled, caparisoned little lady of longish face. bulglng brow, deeply intent eyes and clear brown skin, ever more than passingly snagged his attention. Oh. yes, his reaction, If any, might have been: Martins daughterr. Said to be clever; but solemn young lady with that dark brown look. Good enough fellow. Mar tin, if he knew enough to keep out Of politics. Pretty little wife with soap studs for brains.
 Mlarcella's reactions, secret as her own sercretive-looking eyes, were not in line with the senator's. There re- sided in the makeup of this aggressive, massive jawed, rough haired member of the liberal wing of politics, quali- ties that were stirring within Marcella keen, new and exciting thrills.
 The most interesting man in all Washington, the most interesting man in America, the most interesting man she had ever met, was the senator. Secret as were these deep-seated emo- tions, and imperturbable as her brown eyes continued to remain. that fact grew with the months. Secretly, Mar celia was in love with Senator Morris.
 That it was unrequited caused her neither bitterness nor undue pain. One just went on-alone-carlns-h ing for the glimpse of him here and there. picking up crumbs of informa- tion of his comlngs and goings, and outwardly recOnciled to defeat.
 After while, even the Martins be- came half reconciled to 1t. At twen- ty-four, Marcella simply had not made her dent. Her generation of debu- tantes had come and gone. Practical ly all of the girls who had made their hows the winter that the Marcella Mar tin coming-out ball was the crowning event of an eventful social season, were married now-rlghtly.
 . At twenty-five, something latent in Marcella rose and asserted itself.
 Against the resistance of her par ents, which she wore down with q high handedness uncharacteristic of her, she enrolled in school of social re- search, and after two winters of inten- sive work became allied with a set. clement house in New York known.as Mulberry Center.
 Then began the happiest. most inter- ested. years of her life. When she was twenty-eight, Marcella was first assist ant head of this large institution and an outstanding figure In her chosen field.
 The Martins, in their way, were proud of this success. Of course 1t was miles and miles removed from what had been their dreams for her, but, well. 1t takes all kinds of people to make world. Poor Marcella. Of course, one appreciated her brains and her distinction. but just the same, the heart of the mother of this daughter seemed to beat to the rhythm: poor Marcella.
 It was when she was tliirty-two, con- siderably heavier, and with streaks of faint gray in her strong dark hair, that Marcella Martin, appointed by her gov ernment nS first woman member of an international conference on housing conditions to be held in Geneva, again encountered Edgar Morris, now Gov crn0r Morris. He. too, gray now, heavier now, found himself sitting be- side her at political. luncheon at Geneva where he was in attendance at conference.
 Life, tides, affairs, had flowed swift ly for him in the years which had ln- teryened since his previous meeting With her. It is doubtful if he recalled her at all. He only knew thatssudden- ly he was meeting a woman whose talk, whose point of view, whose deep- ly quiet eyes and a certain unworldli- ness, were giving him the first serious pause he had ever in his life felt where the other sex was concerned.
 It occurred to him even, as he sat there beside her in the first hour of that lunch in Geneva, that he seemed to he developing symptoms of man on the verge of falling in love-