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THE 8EMI-WEEKLV TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE, NEDRA8KA.
OVER ROSE STANTON THERE COMES A CHANGE WHICH
PUZZLES HER HUSBAND-AT FIRST HE THINKS
SHE'S PEEVISH, BUT SHE IS NOT.
8YNOPQIG Rose Stanton marries Rodney Aldrlch, a rich young
lawyer, after a brief courtship, and Instantly Is taken up by Chlcago'8
exclusive soclnl set nnd mnde n part of tho gay whirl of the rich folks.
It Is all new to the girl, and 'for the first few months she Is charmed
with the life. And then she comes to feel that sho Is living a useless
existence, that she Is a social butterfly, a mere ornament In her hus
band's home. Rose longs to do something useful nnd to have the op
portunity to employ her mind and utlllzo her talent and education.
Rodney feels much the same way about himself. Ho thinks ho ought
to potter around In society Just to please his wife, when In reality he'd
rnther be giving his nights to study or soclnl service of some sort. -They
try to reach an understanding, following tho visit of two Now
York friends, who have worked out satisfactorily this sarao problem.
Rodney heard young Craig, who
deviled up law for him, saying good
night to the stenographer, llo waited
till he heard them go, then went out
nnd disconnected his own desk tele
phone, which tho office boy, on v going
homo, always left plugged through;
-went back to his Inner ofllco again, and
abut tho door after him.
There wus moro than enough press
ing work on his desk to fill tho clear
hour that remained to him before ho
had to start for homo. But he didn't
mean to do It. lie didn't nionn to do
nnytblng except to drink down thirstily
tho sixty minutes of pure solitude that
wero before him. That hour had bo
como a habit with him lately, like
he smiled at the comparison llko tak
ing a drug. IIo was furtivo about It,
too. Ho novcr corrected Roso's as
sumption that tho thing which kept
Jdm lato at the ofllco so much of tho
XJmo nowadays was a press of work.
It was not that sho had faded for
him become Jess tho poignant, vivid,
Urrcslstlblo thing he had first fallen In
love with. Rather tho contrary. She
hadn't seemed qulto well, lately, nor
Altogether happy, and ho had not
ibeen able to find out why. IIo had
attributed It at first to tho shock oc
casioned by her mother's Illness and
her departure with Portia to Califor
nia; but this explanation scorned not
to cover tho ground. Sho was nil right,
nhc always said, no couldn't force
confidence from her, of course. But her
jmlo fnco nnd eyes wldo with a trou
ble In them ho could not fathom,
.stirred something deeper In him than
tthe former glow and glory had over
And thcro was a now thing that
gripped him In n positively terrifying
way a realization of his Importance
,to her. IIo had discovered ono day a
fortnight or so ago, In tho courso of
a rummage after Homo nrtlclo ho had
mislaid, a heap of law books that
weren't bis. no had guessed tho ex
planation of them, but bad said noth
ing to Roso about it had found it
curiously lmposslblo to say anything,
pLf only sho bnd taken up something
of her own I It seemed as essentially
law of her being to attempt to ab
sorb herself In him, ns it was n law
of his to resist that absorption of him
self In her.
i But resistance was difficult. Tho
ttendoncy was, after his perfectly
uolld, rccognlzablo duties hud been
Igtven their placo In the Cubic content
Of his day, that Roso should fill up tho
Tost. And yet thoro was a man In
him who was nolther tho hurd-worlc-
dng, successful advocate, nor Roso's
husband a man whoso oxlstonco Roso
xl'.dn't seora to suspect. (Was there,
hcn, in her no woman that corre
sponded to him?) That man had to
tight now for a chanco to breathe.
Ho got a pipo out of a drawer in
ls desk, loaded nnd lighted it,
Strotched his arms, and sat down in
tts desk chair. Tho thing exactly in
rfront of his eyes was his desk calendar.
Tbcro wits something familiar about
tuS" tlnFo samo subconscious ussocla
(tlon that couldn't qulto rlso to tho sur
face. Was there something ho had to
do today, that ho'd forgotten? . . .
Then, with n grunt of relief and nmuso
saent, ho got It. It was his birthday I
A. year ago I That was tho day It
had all begun, now did ho comparo
tho man who sat Uiero now with tho
man who had unhesitatingly Jumped
ff tho car to follow a new adventure
Mm man who had turned up water
Jogged nt Frcderlctt's dlnnor and rondo
toy of her plan to marry him off to
yennlono Woodruff I
lie was increasing his practlco now,
waking money, getting cautious pru
dent; ho didn't bolt tho track any
are. And tho quality of his work
was good; ho couldn't quarrel with
ftfcat. Only, tho old, big freo dreams
4tut had glorified It wero gone. Ho
twns In harness, drawing a cart; fol
lowing a bnndlo of hay.
Tho building was protty well de
serted by now, and against tho sllenco
he heard the buzcer in his telcphono
jwrltchboard proclaiming Insistently
ttmt somcoaft was trying to get him
tM Mm sfcwv He thought ttt first bo
By HENRY K1TCHELL WEBSTER
wouldn't answer. Uo didn't want to
talk to anybody. But no ono can re
sist the mechanical bell ringers they
use In exchanges nowadays tho even
spaced ring and wait, ring and wait,
so manifestly Incapable of discourage
ment, tho end of forty-flvo sec
onds, ho snatched open his door,
punched the Jack Into Its socket,
caught up tho head piece, and bel
lowed "Ilcilol" Into, tho dangling
And five minutes lator bo was call
ing Rose on tho wire. "Rose, listen
to this 1 Barry Lake rcnd his wlfo nro
here. Ho Just called up. They got In
from New York at flvo o'clock, and
1'vo asked them out to dinner. Barry
Lake and Jano I What's tho matter?
Can't you hear mo? . . . Why,
thoy'ro about tho best friends I'vo
got. Tho magazine writer, you know,
nnd his wife. And thoy'ro coming out
to dinner coming right out. I told
them not to dress. I'll como straight
homo myself got thcro before they
do, I guess. ... All right 1 Good
But ho sat tliero frowning in a puz
zled sort of wny for half a minute.
Roso's voice had certainly sounded
queer. IIo was Buro sho hadn't
planned anything olso for tonight. Ho
distinctly romembtfred her saying Just
boforo ho left for tho office, that they'd
have tho ovenlng to themselves. And
It was incredlblo that sho minded his
bringing homo two old friends llko
the Lakes on tho spur of tho moment,
to take ppt-luck., Oh, well, you
couldn't toll about people's voices over
tho phono. Thcro must havo been
Homethlng funny about tho connection.
An opportune taxi Just passing tho
cntrnnco to his offce building as ho
enmo out, enabled Rodney to better
tho fifteen minutes ho'd allowed for
getting home. But In splto of that
fact, ho found Roso rnther splendidly
gowned for her expected guests.
"Good gracious I" ho cried excitedly.
"What did you do that for? I thought
Trylno to Help Both of Them Out of
Their Wraps at Once.
I told you ovor tho phono tho Lakes
weren't going to dress."
"I was dressed llko this when you
telephoned," Roso said. "And I was
afraid thcro wouldnlt bo tlmo to
change luto anything olso."
"Wo weren't going nnywhoro, wero
wo?" ho asked. "There's nothing I'vo
"No," sho said, "wo weren't going
"And you dressed llko that Just for
n treat for mo I"
Sho nodded. "Just for you," sho
Bald. "Roddy, who nro tho Lakes?
Oh, I know his articles, I think. But
whero wero tlioy friends of yours, and.
"Why, for years, until thoy moved
to New York. Thoy used to llvo here.
T V.cow I must lmvo told you about
Bobba - Mcrrill' Co.
them. I was always having dinner I
with them cither out in Rogers Park,
where they lived, or at queer, tcrriblo
little restaurants downtown. They
were always game to try anything, once.
He's the longest, leanest, nngularcst,
Hbsent-mludcdest chap in the world.
And Just about the best. And his wlfo
fits all his angles. She writes, too.
Oh, you're sure to like them J They'ro
going to be out hero for months, ho
says. He's going to specialize In
women nnd he's como back here whero
they get the vote, to mnko headquar
ters. It's great I I haven't had a r&al
talk with anybody since he went away,
over a year ago."
Then, nt tho sound of the bell, ho
cried out: "Thcro they nrel" and
dashed down into tho hall ahead of
the parlor maid, as eagerly as a
schoolboy anticipating a birthday pres
ent Rose followed moro slowly, nnd by
the tlmo she had reached tho landing,
she found him slnpplng Barry on tho
back and shaking both hands with
Jane, and trying to help both of them
out of their wraps at once.
When tho greetings were over nnd
they wero on tho way upstairs again,
ho said: "I told Roso we weren't go
ing to dress, but sho explained sho
didn't put on this coronation robe for
you, but for a trent for me before I
telephoned, and hadn't time to change
And when Jano cried out, ns thoy
entered the drawing room: "Good
heavens, Rodney, what a house!" ho
answered: "It Isn't ours. We rentrd
it for n year In somo sort of honey
moon delirium, I guess. We don't llvo
up to It, of course. Nobody could but
the womnn who built it."
Tho gaiety In his voice clouded a
little ns he said it, and his grin, for
moment, had a rueful twist But
for a moment only. Then his untem
pcrcd delight In the possession of his
old friends took him again.
They talked heavens, how they
talked 1 It was like the breaking up
of a log Jam. Tho two men would
rush along, sldo by side, in perfect
agreement for n while, catching each
other's half-expressed Ideas, and hurl
ing them forward, and then suddenly
they'd meet, head on, In collision over
somo fundamental difference of opin
ion, amid a' prismatic spray of cpl
gram. Jane kept up a sort of obllga
to to tho show, inserting provocative
witticisms here and there, sometimes
ns Rodney's ally, sometimes as her
husband's, nnd luring them, when sho
could, Into the quiet backwater of
metaphysics, whero sho was moro
than a match for tho two of them.
But the main topic of tho evening
got launched when Rodney seized tho
udvantngo of a pauso to say:
"A series of articles on women, eh I
What are you going to do to them?"
With that tho topic of feminism
was on tho carpet and It was never
thereafter abandoned. After half an
hour of It Jano turned to Rodney,
"But what do you think about it?"
sho demanded. "You've been grinning
nwuy thcro all this tlmo without say
ing a word. Aro you for it?"
"For what?" Rodney wanted to
For what women want," said Jane.
"Economic independence equality,
easy divorce nil the new stuff."
"I'm not against It," Rodney said,
"nny moro than I'm against tomorrow
being Tuesday. It's going to bo Tues
day whether I llko it or not. But
that conviction keeps me from crusad
ing- for it very hard. What I'm curl
ous about Is how it's going to work
When they get what they want, do
you supnoso thoy'ro going to want
what thoy get?"
"I know thero was something dead
ly about your grin," said Jane. "What
aro you bo cantankerous about?"
"Why, the thing," said Rodney,
that sours my naturally sweet ells
position is this economic independ
ence. I'vo been hearing It at dinner
tables all winter. When I hear
woman with flvo hundred dollars'
worth of clothes on well, uo, not on
her bnck nnd anything you llko In
Jewelry; talking ubout economic inde
pendence as If It wero something nice
Jam on tho pautry shelf that wo men
wero too greedy to let them have a
sharo of I have to put on tho brakes
In order to stay on tho rails.
"Wo men havo to light for economic
Independence from tho tlmo wo'ro twen
ty, moro or loss, till the tlmo wo die.
It's a sentence to hard labor for life;
thut'8 what economic Independence Is.
How does that womnn think she'd set
about it, to make her professional
services worth a hundred dollnrs a
day or fifty, or ten? What's sho got
that has a market value? What Is
thero that she can capitalize? She's
got her physical charm, of course,
und thero aro various professions
whero sho can make It pay. Well, and
"Sho can boar children," said Jano.
"Sho ought to bo paid well for that"
"You'ro only paid well," Rodney re
plied, "for something you can do ex
ceptionally well, or for something that
few ocoplo can do at all, Aa long as
tho vast majority of women can bear
children, tho only women who c6uldk
get well pnld for it, would be those
exceptionally qualified, or exception
ally proficient. This is economics,
now, we're talking. Other consider
Hons are left out. No, I tell you
economic Independence, If sho renlly
got It tho kind of woman I've been
talking about would make her very
"She'd get over being sick, though,
wouldn't she," said Rose, "after
awhile? And then don't you think
she'd be glad?"
Rodney laughed. "Tho sort of worn
an I'vo been talking about," he said,
"would feel, when nil Is said, that
she'd got a gold brick."
Rose poured his coffee with
steady band. They were In the library
"If that's so," she said, "tbentho
kind of woman you've been talking
about has already got a profession
As Doctor Randolph says, she's cashed
In on her ankles. But maybe you're
mistaken in thinking she wouldn't
choose something else If she had
chance. Maybe she wouldn't have
dono it, except because her husband
wanted her to and she was In love
with him nnd tried to please. You
can't nlways tell."
It was almost her1 first contribution
to tho talk that evening. She had
asked a few questions nnd said the
things a hostess has to say. The
other three were manifestly taken by
But surprise was not the only ef
fect she produced. Her husband had
never seen her look Just like that be
fore. The flush In her eyes, the splnsh
of bright color In her checks, the ex
citing timbre of her voice, was new
to him and very alluring.
Barry saved him the necessity of
trying to answer, by taking up the
cudgels himself. Rodney didn't feel
llko answering, nor, for the moment,
like listening to Barry. Ills interest
In the discussion was eclipsed, for the
moment, by the thrill and wonder of
his wife's beauty. For the next half
hour sho matched wits with Barry
Lake very prettily.
When Jane declared that they must
go, her husband protested.
"I haven't mnnuged yet to get a
word out of Rodney about nny of his
things. I want to know how far you've
como along with your book on 'Actual
Government' I want the whole thing.
"I'vo had my fling," said Rodney,
with a sort of embarrassed good hu
mor. "There aro no moro Intellectual
wild oats for me. Have you forgotten
you're talking to a married man?"
On learning their determination to
walk down-town, he said he'd go with
them pnrt of the way. Would Rose
go, too? But sho thought not.
Tho gown which Rodney had spoken
of apologetically as a coronntlon robe,
was put away; tho maid sent to bed.
Rose, huddled Into a big, quilted bath
robe, and In splto of the comfortable
warmth of tho room, feollng cold clear
Into the bones cold und tremulous,
and suro that when she tried to talk
her teeth would chatter sat waiting
for Rodney to como bnck from seeing
the Lakes part way home.
Sho gavo a last panicky shiver
when she beard his latchkey, then
pulled herself together.
"Como in bore, Roddy," she called
as ho reached the head of tho stairs.
"I want to talk about something."
Ho had hoped, cvldontly, to And her
abed and fast asleep, nis cautious
footfalls on tho stairs made clear his
intention not to waken her. "Oh, I'm
sorry," ho said, pausing at the door to
her dressing-room, but not coming in.
"I didn't know you meant to sit up
for me. If I'd known you wero wait
ing, I'd have como back sooner."
"I hnven't minded," sho told him.
"I'vo been glad of n chanco to think.
But now . . . Oh, pleuso come
In nnfl shut tho door!"
no did como In, but with manifest
roluctnnce, and bo stayed near the
door In an attitude of arrested de
parture. 'It's pretty late," ho pro
tested wjth u nonchalance that rang
a llttlo fiat. "You must bo awfully
tired. Hadn't we better put off our
Sho understood well enough. Tho
look in her face, some uncontrolled
Inflection in her voice sho had meant
to keep so even, had given her away,
no suspected she wns going to bo
"tragic." If he didn't look out, thero'd
bo a "scene."
'"Wo can't put It off," sho said. "I
lot you have your talk out with tho
Lakes, but you'll havo to talk wjth me
"Wo spent most of the tlmo tnlklng
about you anyway," ho said pleasant'
ly. "They're both mnd about you
You wero a perfect miracle tonight,
darling, when thoy wero hero. But
now. llko this . . ." no cam over
to her with his arms out
But she cried out "Don't l" and
I sprang away from him. "Pleaso don't,
Roddy not tonight 1 I. ...n't stand i
to havo you touch mo tonight I"
lie stared nt her. cavo a shrug or
exasperation, and then turned nwny.
"You are angry nbout something
then," he said. "I thought so when J
first came In. But. honestly, I don'l
know what it's about."
"I'm not angry," she said, as stead-
ily ns she could. She mustn't let it
go on llko this. They were getting
started all wrong somehow. "You
didn't want me to touch you the night
when I came to your ofilce, when you
were working on thnt case. But It
wasn't because you were angry with
me. Well, I'm like that tonight.
There's something that's got to bo
thought out. Only I'm not like you.
I can't do It alone. I've got to hnve
help. I don't want tojbe soothed, nnd
comforted like a child, nnd I don't
wnnt to bo mnde love to. I Just want
to be treated like a human being."
"I see," he said. Very deliberately,
be lighted a clgnrette, found himself
an nsh tray, and settled down astride
a spindling little chnlr. "All right," bo
"I'm Not Angry," She Said.
said. "Now, come on with your trotr
blcs." He didn't say "little troubles,"
but his voice did nnd his smile.
Rose steadied herself ns well as she
could. "We've mado a horrible mis
take," she began. "I don't suppose it's
cither of our faults exactly. It's been
mine In a way, of course, because it
wouldn't have happened If I hadn't
been thoughtless and Ignorant
might have seen It If I'd thought to
look. But I didn't not really, until to
night." He wanted to know whnt the mis
take was. He was still smiling in
good-humored nmusement over her
"It's pretty near everything," she
said. "You've hated the way we've
lived the way this house has made us
live. I haven't liked It, really. But
never stopped to think what it meant
"What It does mean," he said, with
a good deal of attention to his ciga
rette, "Is that things are desirable to
me now, because I am to love with yoa,
that weren't desirable before. I don't
see anything terrible about that"
"There Isn't," she snld, "when
when you're In love with me. But you
aren't In love with me all the time.
And when you aren't, you must hate
me for whnt I've done to you."
His face flushed deep. He sprang
to his feet nnd threw his cigarette into
the fire; "That's perfectly outrageous
nonsense," he said. "I won't listen
"If It weren't true," sho persisted,
'you wouldn't be excited llko thnt If
I hadn't known It before, I'd have
known It when I saw you with the
Lakes. You can give them something
you can't glyo me, not with nil tho
love In tho wbrld. I never heard about
them till tonight not In a way I'd ro-
meraber. And there are other people
you spoko of some of them at din
ner who are living here, that you've
never mentioned to rac before. You've
tried to sweep them all out of your
life: to go to dances and tho opera
nnd things with me. You did it be
cause you loved me, but It wasn't fair
to cither of us, Roddy. Because you
can't love me all the time. I don'
bellcvo a man n real man can love
n womnn nil the time. And If she
mnkes him hate her when he doesn't
lovo her, he'll get so ho hates loving
"You'ro talking nonsensol" ho snld
again . roughly. Ho was pacing the
room by now. "Stark, staring non
sense I I've never stopped loving you
since the first day we walked together.
And I should think I'd done enough to
"That's It," sho said. "You've dono
too much. And you'ro so sorry for
me when you don't love me, that It
makes you do all tho more."
She had found another Joint In his
armor. She was absolutely clairvoy
ant tonight, and this time ho fairly
cried out: "Stop It!"
Do you believe that marriage
should be a business partner
ship as well aa one of sentiment
that If the wife Is capable of
doing no, she should earn a part
of the living outside the home?
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tho same system of breathing is fol
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"Not necessarily," replied tho man
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aro likely to think you aro trying to
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How They Love Each Other,
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She Did somo one touch off the
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