Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1933-03-02

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wouldn't have. when was younger
especially If I'd been a boy. There
Isn't much to do.
II see." said Mary, beginning to
think that she did.
And so, as long as there isn't.
most boys try to find something. And
what they find Isn't always very good
for them"
How much this kind, wise woman
saw and understood and fergavei No
wonder Austin worshiped her
~ can't understand, myself" Sylvia
went on. why more parents don't send
their boys away to good, really first
class schools and colleges. They don't
seem to realize what q difference II
would make. just at the age when It's
perfectly natural and normal for boy
or girl to crave excitement and pleas
ure and activity and change I'm a
pretty good Episcopalian, but believe
Just as many boys souls have been
saved by gymnasiums as by churches
And | want that nice new cousin OF
yours to start in on some plans for
one as soon as he gets home from his
wedding trip. want 1t made suitable
to use for dances. and want a billiard
room, and kitchen, and a swimming
pool In 1t, too. | want. :"
.0h, Sylvia. no one In the world
would have thought of this but you T.
did you ever hear" went on Sylvia
again without apparent connection
.how wild Austin was when he was
youngT
@I-yes, | have
"That was before knew him. But
he was twenty-seven when came
here II I'd grown up with him. loving
him all the time-as of course should
have. for | loved him rs much as
possibly could from the first moment
I ever set eyes on him and never could
help showing tt suppose 1t would
have hurt me dreadfully--to have him
wild, ] mean. suppose would have
either mistaken immatnrity for vicious
ness and condemned him when he had
really done nothing to condemn, or
excused vieiousness for immaturity
and forgiven him when he should
some way, have been punished. Either
would have been equally bad. and
equally likely to happen. We don't Judge
clearly when we're unhappy. OF
course 1t hurts Austin and me, q little
now, to think that he ever-slipped
up at all. He and / have talked this
plan over a good deal. He thinks II
ought to help the fellows In Hamstead.
some anyway. Do you remember that
poem by Coventry Patmore that Rus
kin quotes
All, wasteful woman, she who may
on her own sweet self set the price,
Knowing man cannot choose but pay
How she has cheapened Paradisel
How given for naught the priceless
gift
How spoiled the bread and split the
wine,
Which, spent with due respective
thrift,
Had made brutes men and men divine,
isn't that what we're all tempted
to do when we love a man--to walk
straight into his arms, without know
Ing whether his arms are ready for
us?n
"Or worthy?'
"If they're really ready. they will be
worthy. That's just the point"
II see" said Mary, very low indeed.
"And them" continued Sylvia, Aus
tin had ideals, always. even II he
didn't live up to them. There's a tire
mendous difference between that and
not having any ideals, not being able
to see them yourself, and not having
anyone care for you enough to give
them to you. Austin's got wonder
full mother"
$50 have your boys" said Mary,
sobs rising In her throat.
There was no more direct allusion
to her trouble than that.
No one but Sylvia In all Hamstead
would have been clever enough to see
that nothing #eHld- eamfart- Mary 80
much as to be able to think little
more gently OF Paul. Indeed, no one
else considered that she deserved com
fort or that this would be a legitimate
means OF giving II to her II she had.
But this comfort. great though 1t was,
did not last indefinitely. After that
talk with Sylvia, Mary found that she
got through the dnvs very we'll But
the nights seemed to grow harder and
harder. Formerly, she had, gone
straight to sleep when she went to
bed, because she was so tired. Now
she was so utterly weary, mentally
and spiritually as we'll as physically,
that she could not sleep. And when
she could not. sleep. she cried-cried
so violently that each morning found
her more and more spent. Her over
wrought nerves, seeking some means
OF relief, found only this one, and
they were, just then. stronger than
her will-power. And at last something
snapped, suddenly, and she broke
down openly In the middle OF the bed
time songs that she always sang to
her little brothers.
She had had long hard day, and Ii
seemed as II evening and the chance
to rest would never come. When, on