The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-01-21

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help him out. Anyway. Vas n
love with him al my life. Just az
much as I was N the beginning.
and I still am now"
\ Lost Tradition
In way he vent hack to Amer
ics and 10 Grand River after the
var u find his grandmother or 70
find what she had been and what
she had stood for but he never
found her nor did ne find any Of
the things she had been. He dis
covered that in a powerful fashion
she had given her own color 10 tho
town his impression OF the nlace
had really always been an impress
SION Of the old lady herself. When
Re returned he found neither her
simplicity nor her sense Of caual-
ity. nor her integrity and her
downrightness. He found instead
town that was an imitation OF
Europe. A place in which there was
no longer any simplicity and people
were valued not for their character
and their eccentricities. as they
had been in her time. but for their
money.
And insanely he married.
Now in Ranchipur. years after
ward. there were moments when il
seemed to him that his marriage
had never happened at all. so dim
and 50 unimportant had it become.
But he knew that he had married
partly because Mary Carstairs had
caught his fancy for a little time
and partly because he had wanted
10 settle himself into Grand River
10 rediscover that lost world which
had been his grandmother's. He
took his wife 10 live in the old
turreted house. closed and empty
since the death Of old Mrs. Mac
. Pherson. He did his best but il
did not work. He knew afterwsrd
that it could never have succeeded
and that the fault was his. be-
cause he remained forever a stray
and an outcast in the community
TO which his wife belonged.
And so one DAY he had quietly
gone away and she divorced him.
It vas all as if il had never hap
pcned. And almost at once she
married the son Of the president
Of the automobile factory. and now
she lived. not in the old turreted
house which was pulled down. but
in an imitation French chateau
furnished by decorators from New
York
Still Hunting Peace
In Ranchipur he had found peace
for a little time. In Ranchipur he
had come dangerously near to ac-
ceptins that death in life which
the Hindus offered but in time
that temptation had passed and
now the danger was gone. He had
been saved he knew, because out
Of his own bitterness and despair
he had discovered what it was IN
hates and out of that. he was
aware, strength might come. for
in his time hate and violence were
the only means by which the great
sickness might be cured.
On his way home he was forced
to stop at the smaller bridge near
the zoo and wait while one of the
Maharajah's great Ron-Rovccs.
spattered with red mud. rolled
heavily across it. Inside. sitting
rather like wax works beneath the
top light, sat two persons, a pretty
blonde woman Of no age at all and
a heavy blonde man with a purple
face.
The woman stared at the old
Buick as they passed without even
changing her expression. The man
took no notice, but kept on making
notes on folded bit Of paper.
Ransome thought. It's the Es-
keths. They've been taken to visit
the waterworks."
He would not have recognized
her If he had not known that it
could have been no one else. II
was not that she had changed
greatly. but that the face he saw
. 1~oN AdNts iIhe a MASK maze
with great realistic skill.
Memories of a Past Askew
Dreamily he fell to thinking OF
EoWlna and Of himself as they had
been long ago just after the war.
and the thought of them as thev
were then made him feel suddenly
SAD and Immensely old. He had
Always liked her and for a time he
had been in love with her. and
looking back now from great
distance 1t seemed to him that per-
maps + their lives and their an
cestiy and the time in which they
iVed had been different. they
might nave lovea each other pro-
foundly and been married and
round the stability which neither
OF them had ever found.
In the house he found two notes
one was from Mr.. Banneriee ask
ing nm 10 dinner on Thursday 10
meet Lord and Lady Esketh. The
other bore the Maharajah's turban.
STAR and scimitar and was sum-
mons 70 the palace to dine there
visitors.
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