The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1936-06-18
''But / have to-"

away from MIN.
whats the matter, Glen?' he over
powered her again. II love you so
and left you to walk into that-wher
love you sol" L
Lover Agnes repeated as much t.
herself as to him. looking up at him
do we love, Jeb? Or what is II
we feel for each other?"
He held her only tighter. II know
he said. you're mixing us up with
them. Don't! Oh. wish to Goo
I'd stayed there with you.'
you didn't, Jeb I'm glad"
1t was nearly midnight. and after
Jeb was gone, when she had a talk
with her mother and father.
You're not to blame, Agnes, little
Light One he repeated, pettIng her
hair. ut was bad luck; that's all
But why In the world did you phone
for that lawyer"
"OMara?" said Agnes.
Il wish you hadn't done It."
"Why?
1T aligns you with her-and him."
docs it?"
"She won't go away" her mother
returned to her own remedy In the
emergency. "She Insists that she can't
leave at ALL"
THAT'S true" said her father.
AT least said her mother, you'll
not go back to New York tomorrow
Bob?'
Were you going tomorrow. Fa-
ther7n
He looked at his daughter, who had
walked In on murder that afternoon.
"Yes,' he said.
"Why?" she asked him, as never she
would have before.
Business, OF course, Light One"
What was Father doing In New
York? How could he do It? He. who
had been so happy with Mother-so
completely happy - during all those
eleven years in the house on Easter
Lane. But they were passed-as two
years had passed In that apartment
which she had visited, where Myrtle
had shot her husband. How could she
have done it7
She didn't do It; not the bride who
had married him two years ago and
once had been happy with him. Fa-
ther-Father, who had brought Moth
er as bride to the house on Easter
Lane-that father was not doing what
Father was doing against Mother to-
day.
when such thing Is done, you
don't do IT. Martin O'Mara had told
her. tits your dragons you have In
You that drive you"
Were the dragons OF desire that fed
on Myrtle's soft sensuousness. also af-
fIIcting Father?
Agnes lay long awake. X she could,
by willing 1t. obliterate her hours In
the apartment SO that never they could
touch her again, would she do It?
No, she knew. No. Who, having
passed from innocence. would return
to 1t again7 Who, having encoun-
tered him, would obliterate from all
her life ahead, Martin O'Mara7
Who was he? Who-what wife or
what other woman - might now be
awaiting him7
Twenty miles away In the city a
woman was awaiting him at that hour,
though 1t was long after midnight.
She was at window beside the door
OF little frame house, and she
watched out with the shade up from
the window.
She watched for him and listened
hour after hour, eagerly but not I'M
patiently or critically. She lived for
his coming, whenever 1t might be.
She was slight but straight and
strong. Five foot two, she stood, Il
little mother of big men; for both her
sons had been full foot taller. And
here Is the likes OF me- she'd say,
"outllyin' the both iv thin. And their
fayther. But please God, let me niver
bury him."
Him-none like him, to her; not
even her own sons. or her own man,
whose memory never failed her. Him
was her grandson, Cathal Martin
O'Mara. And little as she was, and
old as she was,-nearing two and sew
enty.-you could see resemhlances be-
tween them.o He had his good hands
from her, and much of the strong, SEN
sltive modelling Of his head. His hair
was like hers, fine and straight and
abundant.
He had his blue eyes from her. even
to the sparkle In Them and much,
much more than can ever be told. And
1t was through her that he had the
event which, OF all elements that en-
tered into his making, most affected
him. She had seen 1t with her own
eyes; and as soon as he had become
old enough to understand, she had
herself related 1t to him.:
The tenth Of July, it was, In eight
cen ninety-three, and the lake shore
along Jackson park was white with
the great fine Worlds Fair buildings.
And this day was fine, and the Fair
was full crowded to the turnstIles.
She was seeing the Fair on that
fine day. was Winnie O'Connor