Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-10-16

Eva. He made them, instead, about how
associate professors OF economies and
their wives could climb with courage
and endurance to the tops Of literary
and economic trees.
The Briggses, "wednesday evenings,
anagrams, cocoa with marshmaloWs,
English Lit. and the SchWartzes Mon
day evenings, bridge, beer and hot dogs,
Teutonic languages) hadn't any child
rem or real estate. They, too, made
Jokes about scholastic trees one climbed
with courage and endurance. So after
a while Evelyn herself stopped being
light to Harp about building and ba-
bies. Not because she thought less
about them. Because nobody seemed
amused.
1T was the year before the Sabbatical
that she made her first violent stand.
We've been married six years" she
told him moving back from his en-
circling arm. They still talked things
out on the honeymoon beige davenport.
"If we don't start pretty soon we never
will"
impatient little grill It can't be SIX
brushed back like that, Evy, makes
you look like kid"
Harp, don't you want any children
or any settling DOWN."
Course I dol Like the devil. only
not nowl"
He pointed out, still with that boy
ish dismay, that it would shoot things
to the moon. He had the most 1ncred-
ible introducti0nS. People close to Star
hemberg and Hitler and even Stain.
Economics hot off the griddle, un-
winding themselves while you waited,
over there in Europe Evelyn being
sick In five European capitals wouldn't
be funny for either Of them. But Of
course If she insisted
She finally saw that he was right.
She couldn't start having a baby in
Russia, where the food was so CLANCY,
or make Harp go without her lost and
lonely as he always was alone.
So they had glorious and useful
Sabbatical. When they were back and
discussing it once more, quietly, Evelyn
situation was this and next year, that
any changes were wise. Presently. Not
now.
She began, chill about her heart,
to understand. Their life was slowly
hardening into shape where children
and a country home were more and
more inconvenient. A perch and pro-
fession apiece-that was the convenient
thing for a clever young Columbia
professor and his pretty wife who
wrote little things And presently
their life would harden altogether into
shape where children and a country
home were impossible.
Shed said wild things, that time.
About being a married mistress. About
cruelty and selfishness. Things she
only half believed and was shocked
about when she saw how they hurt
Harp. He was so helplessly kind, he
loved her so. He simply couldn't see
things her way.
The long dragging arguments began
to go on everlastingly, starting and
stopping as married arguments must,
because Of the customs of married life.
And today he'd said with that tired
patience, Darling, won't you stop ar
gIitng about this for q little while?
We're both getting close to breaking
point"
Breaking point.
AS usual, he was reasonable and right.
They we're getting nowhere. They were
both being worn out. Harps work and
sleep were suffering. Evelyns secre-
tarial work was less good than usual,
she knew, though DR.. Allen hadn't
actually said anything. Breaking point.
It was scary word. It echoed in her
mind as she moved rather stupidity
through the apartment. 1t shocked her
into facing something. They both tried
TO face things, always, honestly and
quietly.
When two people reached breaking
point because OF completely different
ideals Of life, there was only one thing
to do. Harper and Evelyn had dis
ctlssed it cheerfully In the abstract
now and again, watching other Juggling
couples Cut your losses. Divorce.
A fresh start with someone who had
your own life ideal
The thought OF divorce made Evelyn
feated and numbed Being alone to