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Matrimonial Adventures
Mrs. Redmond's
Shame
BY
Maximilian Foster
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MAXIMILIAN FOSTER
Maximilian Foster says of him
self Hint ho writes only when there
Is no tlnhlnsl And fishing is moro
than a hobby with hln for he has
Invented a liy that Id not only a.
winner In snaring trout, but 1ms
OQUal tncrlt In catching nalmon.
He will talk to you at length about
tho piscatorial sport, but he Is
most reluctant to toll you how nnd
when he started 'his career as an t
author.
I met him first some years ngo
In Malno, and It took nil dny bo
fore I elicited the following facta:
Duo to a deslro to support him
self by writing, ho Joined tho news
paper world fur tho reuson that ho
believed that tho nowspiiports sup
plied tho best expurlcnco. "Tho
young writer," he says, "has Ultlo
experience of life, but on a news
paper he not only widens lila own,
but gains a. knowledge of other
people's."
Mr. Foster's first story, 10,000
I words In lenKtli and sold to tho
Atlantic Monthly, was written en
tirely at night In a newspaper of
fice. Ho was doing rewrlto work
at the time, and would write down
a page of that and then turn to a
pago of his own story. It was a
long and laborious Job, but after
that first Huccess hu sold many
stories to the Atlantic Monthly.
Ho has written much llctlon which
appeared In the leading magazines.
Mr. Toster attributes his success
to his eight years of work In the
newspaper world, but hu has an
other record. During the time wo
were In the great war he was Unit
ed States government correspond
ent abroad.
"Mi-j. Redmond's Shame," written
expressly for tho Star Author Se
ries of Matrimonial Adventures,
carries Its own particular messago
to the married.
MA11Y STEWAIIT CUTTING, JR.
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It was a quarter to eight that morn
ing a full fifteen minutes past the
usual hour when the door of Red
mond's bedrooom opened nnd Redmond
hastily emerged. In the same hnste
ho hurried toward the stairs. He was
late, that was all there wns to It late
at breakfast; and, ns he reached the
stairs, his eyes on the hall clock as he
brisked along, his absorbed, somcwhnt
boyish face wore on It a look of con
cern not unmixed with guilt.
"Dear, dear!" he clucked.
To be late nt one's own brenkfast
table is, of course, not so heinous nu
offense; but, as Redmond's haste de
noted, tho enso here was different.
Tfme nnd with It promptness natu
rally concerned n woman as active and
Influential ns Redmond's wife. At any
rate, In tho life, tho enreer she had
made for herself, Mrs. Redmond long
had found It necessary to regulate her
duy to a schedule, every minute of
which was actively employed. She was,
In fnct, that Myrtn Redmond whose
prominence ns president of the Wom
en's Stuto Civic Federation was state
wide, If not nntlonnl ; nnd with the de
mands this and her other activities
mnde upon her, It wns only reasonable
that Redmond should do nothing to
conflict with her nppolnted plans. He
was, It seems, the minor ofllcinl of an
Insurance compnny in the city.
An absorbed and reticent, self-effacing
person, Redmond seldom If ever
came in contact with his wife's official
life. Even If he hnd, however, It's un
likely that ho would have made much
of nn Impression on her wide circle of
acquaintances, her social and polltlcnl
associates. Among people of affairs,
tho selected, active, set that surround
ed Myrtn Redmond, ho would'' have
been adjudged obscure, porhnps Inef
fectual In a word, one they termed
"domestic."
Thnt, Indeed, was the word. True,
onco In his wife's career, though tt
was only once, Redmond had appeared
ns honorary secretary of a meeting
Mrs. Redmond hnd convened, the
original appointee having succumbed
at the final moment to a distressing at
tack of migraine. Ills' shy embarrass
ment, however his Ignornncc, too, of
the mere fundamentals of parliamen
tary law at once hnd betrayed his un
fitness; and, propelled from one em
bnrrasslng blunder Into another, the
ladles, his wife's associates and her
self Included, had diplomatically re
lieved him of the place.
The hall downstairs was long nnd
spacious. It was, In fact, In character
with all the house spacious not only,
but even vast. However, though there
wore only these two to occupy It
they, John Redmond nnd his wife
this, too, hnd Its explanation. Space,
or as Myrta termed It, "scope," Myrta
In her active life needed nnturnlly;
und It wns for this the house had been
selected, u habitation suitably room
able for committee meetings, for cau
cuses nud the like. But then, this air
of largeness, of "scope," was due not
entirely to the size of the structure It
self; the furnishings thnt, or, rather,
the lack of them, accented this; and,
as Redmond hastened along the hull,
the sight of Its present bnre emptiness
mieked him with another thrust of
conscience, n stab. Tonight a meeting,
n committee caucus, was to bo held.
Myrtn's enndhhicy and her campaign
for n slate olllco were to ho ritacuswed ;
and already the man-of-all-work,
prompt at the lask, had begun to move
out the chairs, tho tables and other
furnishings. Later, they would bo re
placed by rows of folding stools char
tered from the local undertaker.
Redmond's concern grew more evi
dent. He was still hurrying; but as he
reached the brcakfart room nnd
stepped Inside he stopped abruptly.
"Hello 1" he exclaimed.
The breakfast room wns vacant.
Mrs. Redmond was neither there, nor,
ns It appeared, had she already break
fasted and go!ic;nnd, staring nt her
empty place, Redmond's astonishment
grew.
The day was ono of vital Importance
to Ms wife. At 8 p. in. thv caucus
would bo called; and from now till
then every moment of her time would
be taken, planning, arranging, seeing
fellow members, mnrshallng all her
forces for the night. The olllco she
sought was that of stato supervisor,
the peak, the apex of all her present
activities and ambitions; and, ns Red
mond knew too, her candidacy for tho
place was to be no easy victory. Al
ready opposition hnd reared Its head;
and, his air of questioning, his ustonlsh
ment growing on him, Redmond hur
riedly drew out his wnteh.
Ho had made no mistake, however.
It was a quarter to eight fifteen min
utes pnst the hour; nnd again Red
mond shot n glance nt his wife's vu
cant plnce.
Ho was still standing there, vntch
In hand and wondering, when the pan
try door opened, nnd a gaunt, nngulnr
figure In cap and npron appeared. It
wns'a maid, tho Redmond's wnltress.
"You're Into," she greeted abruptly,
bluntly.
Redmond know he wns. That, how
ever, did not concern him now. Neither
wns ho the more concerned In tho
mnld's brusque abruptness. Of his
own choice, Redmond would have
preferred n different, less thln-llpped,
sere and flint-eyed llebe to serve him
his repnsts; but Mrs. Redmond, natii
rally, had mnde the choice. The wom
an, Harriet Llpp, was n protege of
hers, a fragment, In fnct, of (hat ifu
mnn social-wreckage Myrta Redmond,
In pnrt with her career, made It n
habit to snatch from troubled waters
and rolnunch again In life. Tho wait
ress. In fact, owed not only her pres
ent place to Mrs. Redmond, she owed
also her liberty to her, Mrs. Red
mond's Influence with the state pnrdon
board having obtained narrlct LIpp's
release from n three-years' sentence In
the pcnltentlnry. As Mrs. Redmond,
however, had pointed out, It was for n
crime of violence, not one of Ignoblo
mennness or stonlth, for which Har
riet had been committed; but of this
distinction, n difference In Mrs. Red
mond's view, Redmond was not think
ing now.
"Where's your mistress?" he In
quired. "Upstairs," the woman answered,
briefly.
The reply, too, was ns blunt, ns
brusque ns It wns brief; and, his dis
taste of her growing, Redmond stared
nt tho womnn.
"When Is Mrs. Redmond coming
down?" ho nsked.
Hnrrlet LIpp's air did not alter.
"She ain't," she answered, and Red
mond stnrted.
"What?"
"She's breakfasting nbed," said Har
riet Llpp.
"In bed?" Redmond echoed.
"Uh huh!" repented narrlet Llpp.
Wondering, vaguely perturbed now,
Redmond wnndered to tho table. In
the same wonder he drew out a chair
nnd seated .himself, tho mnld watch
ing him with hnrd, aggressive eyes. It
was nothing new, though, that Red
mond should breakfast alone. Often,
in her full, active life, Mrs. Redmond
wns up and nwny even beforo ho hnd
come downstairs. There were days,
too, often weeks, when her offlclnl du
ties, public nffnlrs, called her entirely
from her home. No, to be nlono wns
nothing now. But now . . . Mrs. Red
mond breakfasting In bed. Thnt was
new, yes.
A womnn's trick thnt breakfast In
bed. It was a trick, too, .a woman's
trick, of a sort that Myrta heretofore
would have scorned. Tho soft, tho In
dulgent, the femininely feminine things
popularly presumed of womankind,
Mrs. Redmond Instinctively and con
temptuously disdained. To her they
meant but one thing, a confession of
sex, of the weakness a confession of
ser involved. Tho parity of the sexes,
the abolition, rnther, of all sex, that
was Mrs. Redmond's watchword.
"norel" Redmond said sharply to
tho maid, "bring mo my eggs nnd cof
fee." He sat there, staring nt his hands.
Something had happened, ho saw that;
something visibly out of the wny. Red
mond, In fnct, In the twelve yenrs of
his married life, had grown, If only
subconsciously, too familiar with his
wife's ways, her habitude, not to sense
thnt something unusunl had occurred
to her. Its Indications, however, were
not merely tho otherwise trivial cir
cumstances of her brnnkfastlng In
bed; of late he hnd noted In his wifo's
usunl calm, her somewhat complacent
self-restraint, n hint of nerves, of tem
perament n reaction ns If sho labored
under some secret weight, n burden.
Uneasy, now, n frown puckered on his
brow. What had troubled her? ho
wondered, his uneasiness gnlnlng
ground.
It wob rnrely, If ever, now, In those
later yenrs that Mrs. Redmond con
Ailed In the mnn she'd married. Be
tween the two It was as If the usual
marital situation had become reversed
he, not she, the dependent; she the
master hand. The chnngo, however, If
such had happened, wns not Just
equitable; for Redmond, If he wero
the Inferior, bent under whnt virtual
ly was a double responsibility, tlmt of
the provider, tho ono who brought In
the living; with that, he, to all In
tents and purposes, ran the household
as well. Of that never mind, however.
With all the other calls on Mrs. Red
mond there might have been no house
hold, save that John Redmond had
stepped Into the breach. He had not
complained. Overshadowed by his
wife, submerged In her growing promi
nence, the udiled task John Redmond
hail shouldered as If n duty, his.
j He was not thinking of It now. He
wan not thinking, either, of how he
himself hatf become submerged, thrust
Inconspicuously Into tho background
of their married life. Wonder still
reigned mining his thoughts; and, In
their confusion, his mlud leaped with
a quick Informality from one thought
to another. It Is tho wny with thoso
who mull things over, solitaries. Some
thing was wrong, wrong with Myrta
Redmond; and his mind dwelt on that;
something wrong with Myrln.
With Myrtn, yes, not Just Mrs. Red
mond. You understand, no doubt. In
other words, there wero In Redmond's
mind two figures, always two: Myrta,
first; then well, tho other, Mrs. Red
monil. The two were vividly distinct.
Myrta, tho one he'd married, had (to
him) never changed; sho still was the
one. the same; but the other, the Mrs.
Redmond who'd taken his name, still
was using it she nnd Redmond were
far npurt. It was only nt odd Intervals
now, brief nnd far apart, that tho
Myrtn he'd married came hack to him.
She wns still there, though. She was
there now. Trouble ....
A "mere" husband, an appendage.
Well, the term fitted well enough. It
was queer, though, the twist the mo
ment gave to It. In trouble, If sho
were, Mrs. Redmond wns not merely
Mrs. Redmond. Ho was a husband
yes; nnd Instinctively to lilm sho be
came transformed. Sho wns Myrtn;
nnd ns Myrta, his wife, If Myrta need
ed help ....
Redmond, stnrtllng, had half risen
from his chair when the pnntry door
opened, nud the woman, Harriet Llpp,
stalked forth.
"There's y'r eggs," sho pronounced.
Redmond resumed his sent. To
Myrtn he could have flown, offering
nld. To Mrs. Redmond well, thnt wns
different.
He sat there, mooning. The Llpp
womnn had withdrawn; nnd his eggs
grew cold within the cup. Mulling It
over, his thoughts were now going nt
full tilt, gnlloplng. In tho way with
those who moon, who mull, one thing
ran Into another, piling up In magni
tude, if something really was wrong,
what wns It? A hundred thoughts
raced Into his mind . . . Politics , , ,
Schemes . . . Blots for place, for pow
er. .. . With women, women didn't
differ much from men. Politics, too,
wero Mrs. Redmond's dnlly pabulum.
Had she done something? Had she
compromised herself? Unwitting had
sho let herself Into something ugly?
Vngue stories, sinister whispers of poli
tics, public nffnlrs, lenped Into his re
membrance. Her ambitions ho know.
He knew, too, that she that Is, Mrs.
Redmond would mnko no distinction
In methods. "In politics no sex" wns
the watchword of these women, Mrs.
Redmond's associates, hers as well.
They fought with the same tools as
tho men. But If Myrtn ....
Myrtn ngnln Myrtn, not Mrs. Red
mond. An exclnmntlon, sharp, ex
plosive, escaped him. Shoving back
Ills chair he rose abruptly.
Harriet Llpp, as If her eye had been
glued to the crack In the pantry door,
nt once shoved It open.
"Sny, you ain't ct y'r breakfus'l"
she barked.
Redmond hnd flung down his nnpkln
on tho cloth. He looked at the figure
In the doorway.
"What did your mistress say?" ho
demanded.
Harriot LIpp's eyes narrowed de
fensively. "Sny when?" she countered.
"This morning Just now!" rapped
Redmond, his temper rising. "Is she
HI?" ho snnpped again.
"No, sho nln't 1" the womnn an
swered.
"Then why Isn't Bhe coming down?"
nsked Redmond.
' With direct flnnllty tho woman an
swered him. "She's n-breakfustln' a
bed," snld Harriet Llpp.
Tlmt ended It.
For n long moment afterwards the
hard-featured maid stood there at tho
pantry door, one hand nt her brenst,
her face strained ns she gnzed nfter
him. A breath csenped her. Tho mys
tery of nil this, though, was not re
vealed to Redmond. Alrendy ho was
at tho stairway hurrying upwnrd.
Mrs. Redmond's room was at tho
front of tho house, on tho floor above.
For years four years now, nenrly
Ave sho and her husband hnd occu
pied separate rooms. As Redmond
reached tho door he paused. Ills bund
uplifted, he mndo as If to knock, then
desisted. Standing there, ho put one
ear to tho panel und listened.
It wns only for an Instant, though.
Tho next Instnnt, without even the
formality of a knock, he thrust open
the door and stepped Inside.
"Myrtn I" ho exclaimed.
Sho lay there nmong the coverings
of the bed, her back to him ; nnd as he
entered, calling to her, she did not
move. Along the pillows tho musses
of her thick, silky hnlr, llko ropes of
burnished copper, Iny strewn; nnd
above the coiintorpnuon limp, slender
arm, girlishly rounded and pink, re
vealed itself. Sho was still young,
only n year or so over thirty; and now,
as Redmond looked nt her, her figure
nmong tho coverings seemed nppeal
Ingly slight and youthful. More than
that, though, In Its suplun poso nt the
moment there wns a suggestion of lax
ity, of helpless dejection thnt ho wai
quick to see.
"Myrtn I" ho cried again.
Sho onswered him then. It wns,
however, Mrs. Redmond rather than
tho Myrtn he called who spoke, Nor
did she turn. From nmong the pillows
her voice rose, formal and precNe
the voice of Mrs. Redmond, the public
woman's voice.
"What Is It?" she Inquired.
Redmond paused midway across tho
room. His air, his look, cagor and
nnxlous, nltored, too.
"You all right?" he questioned.
A pause. She still did not turn,
and In the pause he stirred uncomfort
ably. Then from tho bed came her
voice, Its note, as before, still precise.
"All right? . . . Why do you ask,
pray?"
Uncertulnly, he took n step townrd
her.
"Why, you see, you didn't como to
your breakfast," he faltered.
Again she replied, this time with n
chnngo, a note of petulanco In her
voice.
"I'm breakfast lag here," she said.
"I know but the meeting tonight's
your time," he fullered again.
Another pause. Then, from the pil
lows tho reply. It came slowly, as If,
with the effort, ponderously.
"There Is to be no meeting," snltl
Mrs. Redmond.
"What?" Interrogated Redmond.
A movement of restless lmpatlenc
stirred nmong the pillows.
"I Iinvo called It off canceled It."
Perplexed, he ruffled up his brows.
"You have postponed It?" ho In
quired. There wns again a movement nmong
tho pillows, sharp, vehement, visibly
emphatic.
"I havo told you once," Mrs. Red
mond snld, ns sharply; "there Is to bo
no meeting. Thnt Is enough, Isn't tt?"
sob uttered crisply.
"Myrtn 1" exclaimed Redmond.
Swiftly he hastened to tho bed. In
tho same haste, tho alert alarm bred
of his concern for her, he laid n hand
upon her shoulder.
"Myrtn I .. . My dear!"
"Let mo alone, pray!" Mrs. Red
mond directed nnnoyedly.
Tho bund on her shoulder she shook
nwny. With tho samO movement sho
drew tho coverings about her. This,
too, sho did with a cold, formal delib
eration whoso dignity wns unmistak
able. Now, however, wonder, trepida
tion, too, had tho better of Redmond,
nnd ho missed tho majestic rancor of
the gesture.
"Myrtn, what's wrong? What's hap
pened? Tell mel" he cried.
Sho turned then, momentarily tense,
her fentures vital with the emotion she
still strove to repress. Her volco
harsh, she spoke Mrs. Redmond.
' "You, of course, would not under
stand. It's ended Hint's nil," Bho
snld.
Redmond gaped.
"Ended I Whnt's ended?"
"Everything for the time, nnywny,"
sho replied. "I'm dono for, that's
enough, Isn't It?"
"I")ono for?"
Her lip for an Instnnt curved bit
terly. "You henrd me 1" she returned. "You
don't suppose for n moment, do you,
thnt I could run now for that ofllcct"
She laughed harshly. "This year?"
She laughed again, tho laugh moro
rasping ; and, his Jaw dropping, agape,
Redmond stared at her.
"Myrtn 1"
Among the pillows she ngaln guvo
her shoulders u shrug.
"Bah I . . . Fancy facing thoso wom
en now!"
The women she meant ho knew.
They wero those other women, her ns
soclates public women llko Mrs. Red
mond herself. Why, however, sho
could not face them Redmond had yet
to grasp. Startled, ho caught swiftly
at his breath. Then, ns ho stnred down
nt her, the thought, the suspicion nl
ready that morning engendered In his
mind, saw In her strained, embittered
fnco the nnswerlng echo, nn alllrmn
tlve. Shnme! . . .
"Myrtn," said Redmond, his volco
thick, "whnt havo you done?"
"I?"
Sho looked up nt him shnrf.iy, toss
Ing from her brow tho thick, bronzed
masses of her hair.
"What I You mean you don't don't
understand?"
"What's wrong, Myrta? Tell me,"
said Redmond, stoutly. "I'M help you,
I'll stand by you, dear. If It's troublu
If even It's wrong "
"Wrong?"
"Yes, If even shame "
Ho got no further. A laugh, sharp
and Intolerantly bitter nnd disgusted,
camo from among tho pillows. It
caught Redmond midway In his words,
nnd left him, like a stranded fish, gasp
ing Impotently.
"You dolt, you numbskull!" oald
Mrs. Redmond.
She told him then. It wns to Red
mond, too, tho news wns, as If she,
Mrs. Redmond, had reached from the
bed nnd felled him to tho floor. Ho
stood riveted. Then Into his face, his
eyes, leaped tho light, transfiguring
llko n swift burst of sunshine through
u cloud.
"Myrtn!" he shrilled. Radiant,
quivering to his feet, had ho dared ho
would huvo rouched down nnd gath
ered her to his arms. ,
He dnred not, though. It was Mrs.
Redmond, her fnco distorted with the
bitterness of her defeated ambitions,
that gazed up at him from among tho
pillows.
"PHlinwl" she said, her Up curled
anew "you're llko all men, all you
husbands. That's all you think about I"
She guvo her shoulders anrfther dis
gusted, embittered shrug. "Go uwny
leave me; I want to sleep," she said.
Redmond went. It was as If ho went,
too, trending tho mouutalntops.
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