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R2U J2jLJJMa- &fi?JL$esoSj& I When a Wife Forgives : ;
Married Life the Third Year
Helen Develops a Case of Tonsillitis and Warren at
kast is Really Concerned
By HERBEItT WXm.
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Warrn stood by the bed, his hand
i In hli pockets, Jooklng down at Helor
with a troubled frown. '
1 "I don't lik that or throat-an4 the
temperature with it.
jl'tn' going to, send
I a doctor this morn
I Jng. Can't afford to
take qha.nees over
i Here." " V
: "Will l have to
jsee him alone? Toil'
can't be with meV
; wistfully. '
"How can I? I've
;got an appointment
at ' 1 . and another ;.
at l, pin I'll try to
get here early ' this .
afternoon-"
Helen's lip quiv
ered gt tha thought
'of lying in this
hotel rpom ill day
aWne.' J .
.- "Now, there's tur
wJmpeina, . It' Mr4 Une.! I know, but
you'y' got to make the best of It. We'll
iwhAt-'thr doctor aaya.' He may b
jjblejto tixyov iipln g, day. or so,"
swfc-'jdaajf 40 'yu,know ioiitay doo-
toT; WeTT'"-v-jt'"'"",'f,a,w''' '
"I'll ask the clerk downstairs. These
hotels alwaja haVe1 ilotne one: they- rec
lonnnend, Oh, tha,t jnakes Itie, .UUnkV!
drawing jsut his (wallet. 'r want-to-leave
yo' the money to pay him. Here's two
guineas."
"Why Warran. It won't be so much
as that!"
"Pon't know. Tbee London , doctors
ara high. But don't you fret about the
cost.! What -you, want, to do, is. to get
welj. That's your Job now. I'll try :to
have tha dQutor v Come,, around at U
land I'll call .you up at noon to hear
iwhat ha say. You've got tha house
keeper and the chambermaid, and don't
be afraid to ask them for what you
want. Give the maid half a crown and
'shell ba right on tha spot Walt, I'll
Imoye the bed nearer to the door there,
you' can reach the bell now without
igetting up." v
As he stooped over to kiss her Helen
clung to him tremulously. With a final
"Cheer up now; I'll phone'' around 12,
o'clock," he was gone.
Evidently he met fhe maid In the ball
and sent her In, for Helen heard his voice
outside, and the maid came in at once.
"You feel like sitting up, ma'am, while
a dQ the bed?"
gh got Helen out in the big chair,
wrapped a . blanket-- about her( - then
quickly made up the bed, with cleau,
j fresh linen, and helped Helen Into a
i fresh night dress.
It was after 11 o'clock when the doctor
cam. He was a young man, ruddy and
very English, ,wlth a cutaway coat, a
high silk bat and gfas spats. But Helen
, felt "at once that lie was capable. He
asked a few questions, took her tem
perature, looked at her throat and then
said briefly:
"Tonsillitis. But only a mild form. I
will give you a spray for the throat' and
something to reduce your temperature.
We'jl havt you all right m a few days "
"A few days!" Helen repeated In dis-
' may.' "Oh, doctor, I had tooped to be
i out tomorrow,"
' Tha doctor smiled. "That's the way
with you Americans. You want every
, thing done in a minute. But you'll have
;to take this a little easy. You musn't
count en getting out for several days
i yet. f Ba careful not to take cold. And
dohft.eat any, solids. Keep on slops (for
a wtiile until your throat Is better."
"Slope!" Helen looked at him in wide
eyed wonder.
"Yes, slops broth and soups. We want
' to give that throat a chance to heal up.
i I'll tee you again In the morning." -
Helen hesitated. It was a most em
jbarrasalng moment With visions of
possjWy two guineas a call, she did. not
'want hint to make another,'-. Yet how was
!she to telltiim so? ",
- "It-It might not be necessary for
you to come again. Couldn't my hus
band telephone you if It was?"
"Ob, certainly," in a 'Voibe'that lm
i plied an understanding ' of her motive,
and that deepened the feversh flush
In Helen's face. - i
"Then I'd bettar pajr you for. this
'visit," she murmured, s wretchedly . un
comfortable, rfeellng she '.had lost caste
'to the doctor'! eyes, , -? ' : .
'. "Just a you wish, madame. My' fee
is ope guinea."
When be had gone the sense of hav
ing seemed small and mercenary still
rankled., r. :'-' -i : f'Tt-' '
Half past twelve the. telephone' rang,
and ; Helen, "knowing it was . Warrea.
slipped eagerly out of bed, holding dlz
ixily.to the wall. ..'
"Welli what did -"the doctor- have -to
say?" was bit first gueetlon.
'Oh, dear, h says I have tonsillitis.
and .that I'll have to stay in bed for
several days!"
"That so? That Is hard, Kitten. I'm
awfully sorry, What did be give, y?"
Helen told him of the prescriptions she
had sent out to have filled.
"When Is he coming again?"
"Why, he wanted to oome In tbe
mornlnjf, but I didn't know .tbien wht
he was going to eharge-reo I told htm
you would telephone."
"Bother the charge you've gut to get
well, Never, mind. I'll phone hlra.
Throat hurt much?"
'Oh, It's so sore hurts dreadfully to
swallow."
"Weil, you mustn't stand there and
catch cold, Go back to bad-rn get heme
Just as soon ai I can,"
The afternoon which Helen looked for
ward to with so much dread passed very
quickly. Perhaps It was the fever or the
meaicme that made her to drowsy, foe
she dosed most of the time.
Warren cftme early-it was hardly
five. He est down by the bed, took
both of her hands, and there was a
aonueness ana anxiety in Ms manner
inat inrjnea ijeiep even In.Jter drowsy
lethargy, .. .. . .. .-, . ,; ,
"How's the throatr , , ,
"It hurts when I talk.,r
'Then you musn't talk.. I -phoned the
4octor.": as he chafed her hands, "He's
coming in the morning. Said, the main
thing was for you not to eaten, oold,
While you've got this temperature, you
mustn't stir around. New, I don't knew
what to do about a nttree." thoughtfully.
"Dpn't like the Idea of your being here
alone," i ? ; V .
"A nurse? Oh, Warren, we can't af-
ford a nurse over here-tn thla notel-wltht
all her meals."
"We can afford anything that'e neces
sary to get you well. But we'll wait till
morning and see how you are." , ' ; ' .
He went over to the phone now and
called down for a dinner card.
"I'm going to have my dinner cent up
here so you won't be alone any more to
night. You're to have some clam broth
that's what th doctor ordered.""
Helen smiled faintly. "What do you
think he told me? He said I musn't
have anything but 'slops.' "
"Slops," laughed Warren,' "that's Eng.
llsh for you. That'e a nice, appetising
suggestion for a sick person- But you're
not going to be sick long. 'We'll have
you wjelj, and. out -of, here," - -.
Helen, .who had moved over nearer the
edge of the bed, so she might rest her
cheek against Warren's arm as he sat
beside 4ier, now tried to draw hi face
down to hers. But he suddenly jerked
sway. ' ' -"
"Don't kiss me," sharply, 'That ton
sillitis may be catching. I can't afford
to be laid up."'
! Now Helen knew It was "unreasonable
for her to be hurt at this, for It was
right that he should be careful. But she
was ill and Unstrung, and this sudden
change to his old curtnesa sent the qulak
tears to , her eyes.
"By George," irritably. "Nothing ever
satlsftee. you. Here I've tried to be es
considerate as X could and now Just be.
cause I don't want to run any rlsks
you're mightily offended. ' Po you know
what it would mean If I should be laid up
over here?",
"Oh, yes, dear, I know-I know you've
got your work and everything and I was
unreasonable. I'm Just weak and nervous
-that'e all."
-Well, don't push me too bard! There'
a limit to my patience even if you are
sick." ": " '
Helen felt a chill elnklr.g at her heart
Had his consideration and tenderness
been forced? That wm what his tone
seemed to Imply. Had his desire to get
her well been not from love or sym
pathy, but merely to avoid - the Incon
venience of a longer elckneee? "
, Peeperately she tried to crash- out these
thoughts, tried- to make hereelf believe
that she was morbid, inponeletent and un
reasonable. ;
V'See here, it's time to take your medi
lne." HI voice was non-committal; It
held' neither the recent tendernese inor
the cuhneee of th last few moment.
It was . a particularly bitter mixture,
but when' he handed her the glass Helen
drank 4t quickly without -comment, (
"Kitten pretty good at taking medN
cine," and now there waa a more tender
note tn his voice. 'That's a nasty dose.
Want some water?"
, As she sipped the water, her eye
met his ' over the top of the ' glass. Htr
gase was tremulous, questioning, wistful,
and he answered It by stooping and kiss
ing her lightly n the hair,
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By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright, 1911, National News Aa'n,
Br W1MF9KU BLACK.
Dead Friend; Your article in reference j the trouble of forgetting. Whlcn k!nj
to a man's wife deceiving biro has called .... ' . ...
And tne urinaing nowj on yon
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THE 8WEKTKST MfIO 1ST THE WOULDFOR HIM,
'"There," with an 'Indulgent -smile, "I
guess that's safe."
"Oh, Warren,'' as ih once more rubbed
her head against his arm. ''I'm such- a
foolish such a very foolish-Helen.' . .
"Of course you are," humorously, res
cuing the glass, which she was holding at
a dangeroua angle, and brushing back ner
hair with an awkward touch that was
almost a caress. "Don't think anybody's
going' to deny that do you? Now 'lie
down there and be good -
to inlnd a different tory. What if a.
man deceives hi wife; doe the same
apply to him. v
A bad woman,
good looking, well
educated, can
break up a doaen
home. Bay a men
ha a quarrel with
his wife and
doesn't think ' he
has been ' treated
square, and he
t a r t a drinking,
jneets a waiman
nd doee wrong
on the Impulse of
the moment, and
ffterward con
fesses hi wrongs,
Should not hta wife
forgive him? please anwer. .. W. R.
No, my friend, I don't agree with you,
lood looking women cannot "break up a
dosen homes.", or one home either, not
if the homes are real homes, and not Just
places where people live and pretend to
be happy.
Good looks never held a man's love In
the world, and they neyer ''broke up" a
bom worthy of th name either. A bad
heart breaks up home, and a silly head,
and both of them belong to the person
whq Jives it) the home.
tSftoutd a woman org Ive a man who
has betrayed her trust In hlm7 That
depends on the woman and on, the man
and on the way that oonfldanoe wss be
trayed, ; ( ;
The best "husband I aver saw had
foolish affair with a woman once when
his -wife was away.' He and the' wife
quarreled," and the wife had gone visit
ing to Vher folk;,"- -
The 3 man waa desperately ' miserable
and sp lonely and wretched that he
waa half raiy. '.Alopg cam the poor
gobse "of a woman .who' thought 'fhe
saw hr chance for .good . home and
decent man-at -last. . - :
'8he made lotfe to the man, cunningly,
carefully ,' veiled, love. ' She ' pretended
to be sorry for1 him'," oh, sorsorry,; and
shf. erledjwltb Jhlm. and..he ang to
hint In what 'she -was pleaed to rail
the ''gloamngy and he fUtterrd him
and 'ghe 'coixad him,, and 'she'; mad,
great, blg, 'tttpld, , oredulou fool . ef
him until on flay the 1 man got a
letter - from his1 wife,' arid 'the ; letter
rsald, "I'm orry, are your.'" '. ' ' ,
, And the man packed hi trunk and
was fona. without one syllable to the
'ponsoler,' -' ;
w.F""n ne got noma again with
the woman.' he really loved, at heme
Iq the dear little house they had built
together, - at home with . the, memories
ahd the hopes -and- tile sweet confl
denca. , the-' -men never even-remembered
the other woman -at all.
But the other , woman remembered
the man.-.and she pursued him day
nd night, and when, he , would not
come tank to hee, or pay ny 'atten
tion to Jier, she" went to the man' wlfn
and told her all about the wretched
affair... ,,; . i t
The wife' smiled and said, "Tee. didn't
you know jU yid me a'i.abput it?" wh'oh
waa really not true at all, and whtn the
other woman had gone the wife cried and
was broken-hearted, i - .
But she thought it all over, and when
her husband ce'meitiome sho said. "John,
I was a foftl to leiye you, anil you acted
like q fool while I wa gone.. tf both
be sensible after this." and John's white
face relaxed, and his strained eyes grew
natural for th first time In months, and
he put his head down on his wlfe'e lap
end cried like a great big, sorry baby.
And he thinks that his wife Is made
of gold, with diamonds for eyes and
rubles for Ilps and he wouldn't look at
the prettiest woman alive if she should
eome right down out of Veniisburg and
and make love to him. He has had bis
lesson and he'll never need another.
- Old his wife do right?. I th'nk she did,
tEha saved a good man and she mended
I a! broken life, and she had the good
sense to see that the other woman wasn't
anything real at all, she was Just an
opiate, like a dose of morphine.
Ye, she' happy not as happy as she
would be if her husband had not had the
affair at-all, but a whole lot happier than
she would be today If she had taken her
"rights" before the law and divorced the
husband and wrecked two lives.-
Forgive, why not?
Forget?' That Is not quite so easy, but
it can be'dope when It's .worth while.
Are you worth while, my good corre
spondent, for of course you yourself are
the man In tha case?
. Po you' really love this wife you de
ceived? 'Are you sorry and ashamed and
really contrite? ' Or would you go and do
tha very fame thing all over again on
the very first excuse?
There's a difference in men, you know
a' Very great difference. Borne are worth
forgiving, and some are not even worth
that Is an excuse, really? . i
How much of an excuse Is It? Be far,
now. How much or an exeuse wouia rom
make It for your wife, thi very wife yon
have humiliated, and , deoelved.' and
fhamed, In the eyes of thle shameiee
woman ne "lured" you from the straight
and narrow path? 1 ! ' !
Have you slopped drinking for good?
What have you done to show your wife ?
that you really are ashame of yourself
Why should she believe you? Have yen
always been straight with her before
this? . ' '
1 Forgive you? Yes, If you're worffl for
giving, of course she will. Poor womanl
Bhe'tl pick up the broken love and th
shattered faith, and the cracked confl
dense she once had In you, and fhe'll
match them all together again, as women
have been doing since time began. And
she'll shut her eyee and say. Hv all
there, whole, perfect, unharmed, as good
gs new."
And she'll brush the bitter tear from
her aching eye, and she'll smile. Oh.
how she will smile, and smile, and she
will go down Into the valley of the shadow ;
Of death for you, and com out smiling
again with your child in her weak arms,
and she'll lay hr tired heart to your,
and she'll try to make herself believe
that you never gave her one moment'
sorrow! And some day. when you ar
both qulta old, maybe she'll, succeed-?
you are worth while. Are you?-
Mark Twain at His Best
Mark Twain declared afterward that
he listened to four speeches that night
whlfh be would remember as long as he
lived- . One of them was ; by Emory
gtorff.',. another "by General Vla. an
other by Logan, and the last and great,
eat, 'by Robert Ingersoll.' ' whose elo
quence fwept the house like a flame.
, Clemens' own epeeeh'. came last, He
Md been placed at the end' to hold the
house. ! He, was preceded by , a dull
speaker, and his heart sank, for It wa
S o'clock and ; the diner were weary
and 'sleepy and the dreary pch had
niade them unresponsive,
i They gave , him - -. round of applause
when he ateppa upon fhej table In front
qf, blm-a tribute, to bis .name. . .Then h
began the. opening word pf that roemor
able, delightful jfancy..: .' i
) "W haven't .all had the good fertuna
to, be ladle w haven't all been, gener
alu or PP. r ftateamen; but when
the toast work , down to thf fbabtea
we ;tand , on common ground."
Th tired audience had listened In r
Kpeotful silence through the first half of
the' sentence. , He tnfde on ot:W ef
fective pause on the word ."babiee,"
and when he added. In that slow, rlc
rjieaaure of his, "we stand on t, common
ground,!' they : let-, go a etorm P' op
plause., There was no weariness , and ln
attention after that., At the end of each
sentence he had to stop to let, th tor
nado roar lUelf , out and wep bf.
When he reached the beginning of th
final paragraph, "Among the three or
four mllllbn cradles now rocking in the
land are som which this nation would
preserve for ages as sacred . thing If
we could know which ones' they re."
the vast audience waited breathless for
hi conclusion,, Step by step - tie led
tpward some unseen climax come sur
prise, 'of eourae, for that would be hi
way. Then steadily, and almost without
emphasis, he dullvered the opening of
hia final sentence:
"And now Jn his cradle, somewhere
under the flag, the, future illustrious
commander-in-chief of the American
armies' Is so Ilttte burdened with his ap
proaching grandeurs and responlbllitie
as to be giving his whole etrategle mind
at this moment to trying to -find out
some way to get his own big . toe Into
his meuth, an achievement which (mean
ing no disrespect) the illustrious guest of
this evening also turned his attention
to some fifty-six years ago," ... .
He paused, and tha vast crowd had a
chill of fear. After all, he seemed likely
to overdo It to spoil everything with a
cheap Joke at the end.
No one ever knew better than Mark
Twain the value of a pause. Ho waited
now long; enough to let the silence be
come abeolute, - until the tension was
painful; then wheeling to Grant himself,
he said, with all that dramatic power
of which he was master;
""And if , the child Is but the father
of the man,' there are mighty few which
will doubt that he succeeded!" 'f '
The house came down with a. Crash.
The linking of their hero' great mil!,
tary triumphs with that earliest of all
conquests seemed to them so grand a
figure they want mad with the Joy of It.
Even Grant's Iron serenity broke;
rocked ' and laughed while th tear .
streamed down hi cheeks. Albert Big-;
low Pain In Harper' Magaslne
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