The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-09-17
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"And to that girl, If al people!"
Ava exclaimed. "You know I've
never liked Howard but I did think
he was more discriminating than to
marry Gwendolyn Hoffman,. ITS
really, in . way, m insult to you,
Caroline. ! should think you would
hate him for it"
Shock on shock! A sharp, in
drawn breath, Z smothered cry. The
girls hands pressed hard over her
eyes and cheeks. Alva's arms shout
her, guiding her to the porch, help
ing her to lie on the couch. The
world reeling around her. Empti-
ness, black and cruel. enveloping
her.
A trickle Of water 1t the corner
Of her mouth, water her stir lips
refused. Her mothers voice,
frightened. pleading. She opened
her eyes. Her mother was crying.
Poor Alva. Crushed under top
ping castles. CALAMITY moved her
to . tender smile, this girl who knew
she must b mother to her mother.
father 20 her father.
"You know" she said In IN odd,
tight voices. though the thought
in her mind brought . touch Of
amusement with its pain, II hadn't
thought Of his bride 1t Ill. In
credible, isn't It? It was just
Howard I thought of-and that
something had happened to take
him away from me forever-with.
out hope. It was that that mat
tered-nsver having any hope. It
was so-sort Of shattering. The
girl doesn't matter. We're sup
posed TO b civili1ed-not the kind
Of people who kill those We can't
have"
Her mother, relieved that she was
able 70 talk 1t Ill, forebore 70 argue
with her.
You won't 60 to the U tonight,
will you?" the woman asked. 'It's
much too hot 70 think Of Il"
Caroline smiled YEARLY. 'sMoth.
er. you're not old enough 20 have
belonged 70 the swoonin9 days." Che
said reproachfully. 7You can't
think It would b good for me to lie
here and NOPE. II anything can
make me forget It u work."
Il suppose you're right" Alva
agreed, to quiet her.
Caroline became . slave to work.
but she found herself no LONGER
fired by ambition. It was drudgery
NOVA mere form Of escape. She
became like the other workers 1t the
factory, except that when her work
there was ended for the day she
did not seek diversion. Her hieh
purpose seemed to have vanished.
together with her ideals Of economic
,worthiness. She was again . heart
broken helpless girl who cared not
= whit about earning her right 20
live.
She worked on 1t the factory for
money: Little - It was it was des-
perately needed ct home. Sha
laughed at herself 1t times When
she thought Of the spirit in which
she had gone to work there-the
notion OF success equivalent 70 the
American legend that any boy may
b president some day.
She saw no end to the road ahead
o. her-just . dreary stretch Of
monotonous days, weary niehta.
And always she was tired. ma
heat abated and she read that How
ard and Gwendolyn had returned
from their honeymoon in Canads
They were settling in q cottage near
Hawthorn House. Caroline 49,
dered who had given it to them-his
father or hers
Hawthorn House - she hse -
most forgotten the life there.
Memory Of It came back to her 81
2 rush - she stood over Q dishpan.
her hands immersed in soapy Water
the ease and comfort, the free
dom. the luxury. The cool sweet
gardens on early mornings, the
shady sanctuaries on hot after
Moons the scented evenings. The
remembrance Of fragrant, Old.
fashioned gardens brought . sharp
pang OF longing for her old home.
She would finish the dish wash.
ing, 30 to her class at the Uni.
versity, and then come home for
another hour Of Homework before
she could 60 Ia bed, too tired. too
unhappy. to sleep. So di6srsnt.
Ito Be Continued)
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