Mrs. F. G. Normun
Mary Marie
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ELEANOR H. PORTER
Copvrtgbf hr Eleanor H Forte»
CHAPTER IX—Continued.
there two days before Father and
Mother admitted that, perhaps, after
ail. It would not be so bad an Idea if
I shouldn't graduate, but should be
married Instead.
And so 1 was married.
(Didn't 1 tell you that Jerry always
brought rings and put them on?)
And again I say, and so we were
married.
But what did we know of each
other?—the real other? True, we had
danced together, been swimming to
gether, dined together, played tennis
together. But what did we really know
of each other's whims and prejudices,
opinions and personal habits and
tastes? I knew, to a wort, what Jerry
would say about a sunset; and he
knew, I fancy, what I would say about
a dreamy waltz song. But we didn’t
either of us know what the other
would say to a dinnerless home with
the cook gone. We were leaving a
good deal to be learned later on; but
we didn't think of that. Love that
is to last must be built upon the reali
zation that troubles and trials and sor
rows are sure to come, and that they
must be borne together—If one back Is
not to break under the loud. We were
entering into a contract, not for a
week, but, presumably, for a lifetime
—and a good deal may come to one
in a lifetime—not all of It pleasant.
We had been brought up In two dis
tinctly different social environments,
but we didn’t stop to think of that. We
liked the same sunsets, and the same
make of car, and the same kind of ice
cream ; and we looked into each oth
er's eyes and thought we knew each
other—whereas we were really only
seeing the mirrored reflection of our
selves.
And so we were married.
It was everything that was blissful
and delightful, of course, at first. We
were still eating the ice-cream and ad
miring the sunsets. I had forgotten
that there were things other than sun-
And while I read the letter. I just
knew he would do it. Why, I could
even see the sparkle of the ring on
my finger. But in five minutes after
the letter was folded and put away,
I knew, with equal certitude—that he
wouldn't.
I had been at home exactly eight
hours when a telegram from Jerry
usked permission to come at once.
As gently as I could I broke the
news to Father anu Mother. He was
Helen's brother. They must have
heard me mention him. I knew him
w ell. very well, im.eed. In fact, the
purpose of this visit was to ask them
for the hand of their daughter.
Father frowned and scolded, and
said, "Tut, tut!” and that I was noth
ing but a child. But Mother smiled
and shook her bead, even while she
sighed, and reminded him that I was
twenty—two whole years older than
she was when she married him;
though in the same breath she ad-
mitted that I was young, and she cer
tainly hoped I'd be willing to wait be
fore I married, even if the young man
was all that they could ask him to be.
Father was still a little rebellious, I
think, but Mother—bless her dear
sympathetic heart—soon convinced
him that they must at least consent
to see this Gerald Weston. So I sent
the wire inviting him to come.
Jerry came—and he had not been
five minutes in the house before it
might easily have seemed that he had
always been there. He did know about
stars; at least, he talked with Father
about them, and so as to hold Father's
interest, too. And he knew a lot about
innumerable things in which Mother
was interested. He stayed four days;
and all the while he was there, I never
so much as thought ot ceremonious
dress and dinners, and liveried but
lers and footmen; nor did It once oc
cur to me that our simple kitchen
Nora, and Old John’s son at the wheel
of our one motorcar, were not beauti
fully and entirely adequate, so unas
sumingly and so perfectly did Jerry
unmistakably "fit in.” (There are no
other words that so exactly express
what I mean.) And in the end, even
his charm and his triumph were so un
obtrusively complete that I never
thought of being surprised at the
prompt capitulation of both Father
and Mother.
Jerry hnd brought the ring. (Jerry
always brings his "rings"—and he
never fails to “put them on.") And
he went back to New York with
Mother's promise that I Should visit
them in July at their cottage in New
port.
They seemed like a dream—those
four days—after he had gone; and I
should have been tempted to doubt
the whole thing had there not been
the sparkle of the ring on my finger,
and the frequent reference to Jerry
on the lips of both Father and Mother.
They loved Jerry, both of them.
Father said he was a fine, manly
young fellow ; and Mother said he was
a dear boy, a very dear boy. Neither
of them spoke much of his painting.
Jerry himself had scarcely mentioned
it to them, as I remember, after he
had gone.
I went to Newport in July. "The cot
tage,” as I suspected, was twice as At Newport Jerry Decided That He
Wanted to Be Married Right Away.
large and twice as pretentious as the
New York residence; and it sported
twice the number of servants. Once sets and Ice-cream, I suspect. I was
again I was caught in the whirl of din not twenty-one, remember, and my
ners and dances and motoring, with feet fairly ached to dance. The whole
the addition of tennis and bathing. world was a show. Music, lights,
And always, at my side, was Jerry, laughter—how I loved them all!
Then came the baby, Eunice, my
seemingly living only upon my lightest
whim and fancy. He wished to paint little girl; and with one touch of her
my portrait; but there was no time, es tiny, clinging fingers, the whole world
pecially as my visit, in accordance with of sham—the lights and music and
Mother's inexorable decision, was of glare and glitter just faded all away
into nothingness, where it belonged.
only one week's duration.
But what a wonderful week that As if anything counted, with her on
was! I seemed to be under a kind of the other side of the scales!
I found out then—oh, I found out
spell. It was as if I were in a new
world—a world such as no one had lots of things. You see, it wasn’t that
ever been in before. Oh, I knew, of way at all with Jerry. The lights and
course, that others had loved—but not music and the glitter and the sham
as we loved. I was sure that no one didn’t fade away a mite, to him, when
had ever loved as we loved. And it Eunice came. In fact, sometimes it
was so much more wonderful than seemed to me they just grew stronger,
anything I had ever dreamed of—this if anything.
He didn't like It because I couldn’t
love of ours. Yet all my life since my
early teens I had been thinking and go with him any more—to dances and
planning and waiting for it—love. And things, I mean. He said the nurse
now it had come—the real thing. The could take care of Eunice. As if I'd
others—all the others had been shams leave my baby with any nurse that
and make-believes and counterfeits. ever lived, for any old dance! The
At Newport Jerry decided that he idea! But Jerry went. At first he
wanted to be married right away. He stayed with me; but the baby cried,
didn’t want to waft two more endless and Jerry didn’t like that. It made
years until I was graduated. The idea him irritable and nervous, until I was
of wasting all that valuable time when glad to have him go.
I think it was about this time that
we might be together! And when
there was really no reason for it, Jerry took up his painting again. I
guess I have forgotten to mention that
either—no reason at all 1
I smiled to myself, even as I thrilled all through the first two years of our
at his sweet insistence. I was pretty marriage, before the baby came, he
sure I knew two reasons—two very just tended to me. He never painted
good reasons—why I could not marry a single picture. But after Eunice
before graduation. One reason was came—
But, after all, what is the use of
Father; the other reason was Mother.
going over these last miserable years
I hinted as much.
"Ho! Is that all?” He laughed and like this? Eunice is five now. Her
kissed me. “1’11 run down and see father Is the most popular portrait
painter in the country. I am almost
them about it,” he said Jauntily.
I smiled again. I had no more idea tempted to say that he is the most
popular man, as well. All the old
that anything he could say would—
charm and magnetism are there. Some
But I didn’t know Jerry—then.
I had not been home from Newport times I watch him (for, of course, I
a week when Jerry kept his promise do go out with him once in a while),
and "ran down.” And he had not been and always I think of that first day I
Bl TTElU’l P'S WISH
Buttercup growing
O NE in a day field a little
looked ut u Daisy grow
ing nearby und sighed to Itself; “1
wish around my neck I hud u pretty
saw him at college. Brilliant, polished, tinted rutile. I mean to ask the Fulrles
witty—he still dominates every group tonight to make me one as pretty us
of which he is a member. Men anti Daisy's.
women alike bow to his charm.
"I ought to lie more beautiful than
After ull, I suspect that it's Just that Daisy, for 1 have more gold to go with
Jerry still loves the Ice-cream ami sun a white rutile," said Buttercup, flirting
sets, and I don't. That's all. To me herself at the thought of how beauti
i there's something more to life than ful she would be when she wore the
that—something higher, deeper, more white collar.
worth while. We haven't a taste In
Meek little Daisy heard her, but she
common, a thought in unison, an did not tell Buttercup ahe envied her
aspiration in harmony. 1 suspect—In the sheen of her pretty gold <lrei»a, for
fact I know—that I get on his nerves Daisy knew that each one was dressed
Just as rasplngly as he does on mine. us Fulrles wished them to be and for
For that reason I'm sure he'll be glad—
when he gets my letter.
But, some way, I dread to tell
Mother.
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Well, It’s finished. I’ve been about
four days bringing this autobiography
of Mary Marie's to an end. I've en-
Joyed doing it, in n way, though 1’11
have to admit I can’t see as It's made
things any clearer. But. then. It was
clear before. There isn't any other
way. I've got to write that letter. As
I said before, I regret that It must be
so sorry an ending.
I suppose tomorrow I’ll have to tell
Mother. I want to tell her. of course,
before I write the letter to Jerry.
It’ll grieve Mother. I know It will.
And I'm sorry. Poor MotheH Already
she's had so much unhappiness in her some good reason, so she pretended
life. But she's hnppy now. Spe and not to hear and turned her face uwuy.
Father nre wonderftd together—won
That night when the stars were out
derful. Father Is stll! president of the and the magic hour of midnight
college. He got out a wonderful book struck, into the Held came the Fairies
on the "Eclipses of the Moon” two and with them their Queen in her
years ago, and he's publishing another Bluebell chariot drawn by four white
one about the “Eclipses of the Sun" mice.
this year. Mother’s correcting proof
"Good evening, pretty field flowers,"
for him. Bless her heart. She loves
said all the Fulrles, and then each Fairy
It. She told me so.
Well. I shall have to tell her tomor took from a stein a daisy and placed it
on their heads, bending two of the white
row. of course.
petals to fasten It under their chins.
TOMORROW —WHICH
HAS
BE
"Oh, dear," sighed Buttercup, “if I
COME TODAY.
had a white ruffled collar I might have
I wonder if Mother knew what I had been worn by a Fairy and go dancing
come into her little sitting-room this
morning to say. It seems as if she
must have known. And yet—
I had wondered how I was going to
begin, but, before I knew it, I was
right in the middle of it—the subject,
I mean. That's why I thought perhaps
that Mother—
But I’m getting as bad as little Mary
Marie of the long ago. I’ll try now to
tell what did happen.
I was wetting my lips, and swallow
GOOD DEEDS
ing. and wondering how I was going
to begin to tell her that I was planning
OMEN never receive enough
not to go back to Jerry, when all of a
credit for their good deeds.
sudden I found myself saying some
If there is anything for which too
thing about little Eunice. And then
little appreciation is shown it is the
Mother said:
devotion of women to the cause of
“Yes, my dear; and that's what com kindness,
love
and
helpfulness.
forts me most of anything—because Throughout the ages the women have
you are so devoted to Eunice. You see, sacrificed their own happiness, their
I have feared sometimes—for you and health, and sometimes their lives in
Jerry; that you might separate. But order that the children may be reared
I know, on account of Eunice, that you
properly and husbands may win hon
never will.”
ors and financial success. Yet seldom
“But, Mother, that's the very rea
has history recorded the trials and
son—I mean, it would be the reason,"
heartaches of the wives and mothers
I stammered. Then I stopped. My
who have been responsible for men's
tongue Just wouldn't move, my throat
success.
and lips were so dry.
This is something deserving the con
But Mother was speaking again.
“Eunice—yes. You mean that you sideration of everyone who questions
never would make her go through what the prominence women have gained
you went through when you were her in political affairs since equal fran
chise has been acquired in the United
age.”
States. Some complain that too many
“Why, Mother, I—I—” And then I
stopped again. And I was so angry busybodies are "playing" the galleries
when they should be home looking af
and indignant with myself because I
had to stop, when there were so many, ter their children; that the new free
many things that I wanted to say, if dom which has come to the women has
only my dry lips could articulate the turned many of their heads until they
are no longer the devoted mothers and
words.
Mother drew her breath in with a wives they once were.
little catch. She had grown rather
In a measure some of these criti
white.
cisms may be Justified. But, Just the
“I wonder if you remember—if you
same it remains a fact that the hearts
ever think of—your childhood,” she of women cannot be changed. Now
said.
and then one may devote more time to
"Why, yes, of — of course — some gaining publicity for herself than to
times.” It was my turn to stammer.
the essential woman's work she should
I was thinking of that diary that I had
do. But, there need be no worry about
just read—and added to.
women as a rule becoming uny less
Mother drew In her breath again, faithful wives or mothers.
this time with a catch that was almost
The recent trn^le experience of Mrs.
a sob. And then she began to talk—
W. E. Stone, wife of Professor Stone,
at first haltingly, with half-finished
former president of Purdue university,
sentences; then hurriedly, with a rush
serves as an excellent example of the
of words that seemed not able to utter
sacrifices women have made and will
themselves fast enough to keep up
continue to make for husbands they
with the thoughts behind them.
love. Seeing her husband in his death
She told of her youth and marriage,
throes hundreds of feet below her In
and of my coming. She told of her
the mountains of Alberta, Mrs. Stone
life with Father, and of the mistakes
unhesitatingly risked her own life In
she made. She told much, of course,
order to reach nnd aid him. Dangling
that was in Mary Marie’s diary; but
she told, oh, so much more, until like from the end of a rope In midair this
woman finally fell exhausted on a nar
a panorama the whole thing lay before
row
cliff where she lay eight days with
me.
out food and water. When rescued
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
she did not think of herself, but upon
becoming conscious regretted that she
Movements of the Tides.
had not been able to reach the injured
The spring tides, or tides having
man. She said, even though it might
the greatest range, occur near the
have meant her own death, she would
times of new moon and full moon.
have preferred being with him to com
The neap tides, or tides having the
fort and aid him in his last moments,
lowest range, occur near the times of
than to have had her own life saved.
first and last quarters of the moon.
Most women are Just as brave and
The highest of the spring tides is
from one to two days after new or Just as willing to sacrifice everything
full moon. At this time, also, the low
to help their loved ones as was Mrs.
waters will lie lower than usual.
Stone. When seeking causes for hap
piness and persons deserving medals
Oldest English Clock.
and honors, one should think more
The oldest English-made clock
about the women folk.
known is In the tower of the palace
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at Hampton court, where it was placed
Buckingham palace occupied the site
in 1551. It was so complete that it
of the mulberry gardens laid out by
showed the motions of several of the
planets, In addition to measuring the James VI In his unsuccessful attempt
to start a silk Industry in England.
time.
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about, but here I have to stay und
watch Daisy have nil the fun ns
well ns the honor of being chosen by
the Fairies. I do wish I could get a
chance to ask one fur her neip.
When all the Fairies were dressed
tn their gold and white caps the Queen
stood up In her chariot and spoke to
one of her Fulrles: "Bring to me."
she said, "a alp of dew in a gulden
cup."
Buttercup looked to see what was to
hup|>en, and to her astonishment the
Fairy took her to the Queen, who
drunk the dew uml said* "Of all the
field flowers little Buttercup Is the
brightest gold, and we will use It for
our Fulry cup every time we give a
feast."
Little Buttercup trembled with de
light until she thought she would fall
from her stem, but the Queen did not
■eem to notice It and told the Fairy to
put Buttercup back in her place.
"Oh, pieuse, deur Queen, cun we
have a party In the dell tonight?" crhsl
all the Fairies. "The gold cup will
look so pretty on the moss-covered ta
bles, and with our gold und-whlte huts
it Is sure to bo the prettiest party ever
seen.”
The Queen, always ready to grant
any request that the Fairies make,
gave her consent and over the fields
flew the fairies like so many little
bees gathering the buttercups und fill
ing the Queen's chariot until she could
hardly find a place to alt.
Then off they drove to the dell and
held the party, while all the goblins
peeping from behind their rocks were
so spellbound by the beauty of the
scene they forgot to play tricks.
When the party wus over the but
tercups and daisies were carried back
to tlie fields and when the sun looked |
down in the morning he did not dream
they had spent the night in Fairyland.
Buttercup was never envious again,
for If she bad worn a ruffle she would
never have been chosen for a cup at
the Fairies' party, and Daisy, knowing
that she was happy, nodded a pleasant
good morning and never said a word
about what she had overheard the day
before.
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By MARY MARSHALL DUFFEE
BURNING THE BRIDGES
’E'VEN from an entirely selfish point
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