Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-23

self. It's only a question OF a
year or two at the most. Per-
haps she won't hate me too much
in the meantime"
For she had definitely decided
that she might as Well marry
Emory. He loved her. so he said.
he was charming-and the fire
would never burn again. for
either Of them. When your head
was white. you could not expect
that.
But now Emory sat there. with
thoughtfulness making his dark
face darker. IT want her to
marry. of course" he said. slowly.
It's natural and human-but-"
But, I know-no one Is good
enough for her. just as no one
is good enough for my David. 1
shall want to tear the eyes out
of the woman he falls In love
with. I'll be a hell-cat. Blu. that
isn't going to keep some bright
eyed young thing from getting
him sooner or later-any more
than your fatherly qualms are
going to be of any Importance
when some outstanding chap de-
cides that he has to have your
Rosemary or die the death for
ever"
There's a little difference,
Lorna" Mallard had said, you
gave your David up. more or
less, some time ago. You taught
him to stand alone, which was
wise"
"Ah but wept. Emory. I was
desolate. made scenes. even
threatened to kill myself. when
first he planned to 60 off to the
end of the earth. did all the
idiotic selfish things that mothers
do. But David knew what little
ninny I was. He went striding
off with me wailing after him,
like a despairing fool. And then
came to my senses. We all do.
It's part of the discipline of life"
I'll SUPPOSE / should put Rose
mary on her own too. II would
have been wise perhaps. But she
was conten. and / needed her.
It's difficult to send your little
daughter out to buck a heartless
world-have all the bloom rubbed
off of her and her illusions shat
tered-when there's no real need.
It's difficult with any child,
but sometimes it's best, Emory.
my dear. We parents are such
selfish people. We want to live
their lives entirely-we want to
lose ourselves in their young
freshness and forget our battered
old selves. It's bad for us and for
them too. Should l go down and
talk to Rosemary. do you think ?"
she added, brightly.
"No-let me talk to her first"
he spoke nervously and with
some haste. We understand
each other"
Don't tell me, my dear, that
you've got a simpatico sort of
thing that is going to shut me
out. can't bear not sharing
everything with you. All this
has been so beautiful-so like
a dream-but / know il has been
bit sudden There will have to
be adjustments. I know, but
don't wall up a little piece of
your life, dear, and leave me in
the cold outside. I couldn't live.
I'd wither and die. I'm giving
you everything-even my poor
little memories"
II know, Lorna" he was a tri-
file embarrassed by her eager
ness, as men are when women
give too much, But she was
lovely, with her fair face glow
ing under the soft wave of her
hair. and her eyes starry and
worshipful. He told himself that
she stirred him more than even
Vicki. in her bright youth. had
been able to do. That he adored
her as he had never before loved
a woman.
Life with Lorna was going TO
be stimulating and rich and good.
but for this one shadow that
darkened hourly in Rosemary's
eyes. For his child. Emory NAL
lard had a love that, from the
beginning. when first he had
come back, war-weary and spent
and looked into the small honest
face so absurdly like his own.
had laid a deep hold on him.
Whatever within him was fine
was bound up in Rosemary. But
that was a thing too precious, too
personal for Lorna's understand
ing, much as he loved Lorna.
There arc things that cannot be
shared.
So he drove away but he did