Eagle Valley news. (Richland, Or.) 191?-1919, December 24, 1914, Image 2

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Newspaper Page TextThe. Gove rnor s L?ady . &y GERTR UDE Illustrations from Photographs of the Stage Production Oepjrlsbt, Wi. (PuiUeatlon CHAPTER X Continued. Kathorino quailed before this sud den outburst Then the hope of In fluencing the woman to divorce her husband spurred her on and she re plied: "Yea, there Is." "Is Bhe " Mary wan unprepared for tho admission In splto of all she had said. Her voice broke "Is she young?" "Yes," came from Katherlne. Even at that moment It occurred to hor that tho situation was unparallolod this wife asking her" "the other wom an" about herself. "Many years' dlfforenco in oar ages?" "I think so." "Is she pretty?" "People say she la." Mary experienced a sudden rovul sion of feeling. "I don't believe It," she cried, re fusing to bollovo what was not pleas ant to believe. "Dan Slade wouldn't. You're mistaken." As Catherine made no reply, she went on. "But you seem to be sure?" "I'm certain," answered Kathorlne, evenly and without emotion. "Do you know her?" The lace at Katherlne's throat flut- tered with her rapid breathing. "I yes, slightly." "Why, Dan Slade have another wom an in my old placel So that's it?" as Katherlne remained silent. "I'm much obliged. I'll keep my word. He can have his divorce any way ho wants It. She can have him and his name and his money," her voice became shlll. "Here, I'll give you something to give him," and ehe darted Into tho adjoin ing bedroom. "It will remind her of something she hasn't got his youth! His youth! His youth! See?" and she thrust before Katherlne's eyes the picture of Dan Slade when they were first married, the picture she had al ways worn. "That's the way he looked "when he was young. Tell her she can keep It." And she forced the brooch Into Katherlne's reluctant fin gers. "She can see what she's missed! Well, I'm done with It and with both of them. There!" and weak from her frenzied outburst, she sank Into a chair. There was Intense silence for a moment Katherlne stood as If pet rifled. Mary sat with brooding eyes, thinking. She was the first to speak, trying hard to be brave. "Well, there's one comfort It ain't us though I had any children. Who'd ever have thought we would have come to this here In this house. If I bad had a baby, here's where It -would have been born and that's the Teal reason I stick to this house It .ain't spunk. 44 Wo were both very young," she talked meditatively, more to herself than to Katherlne. "I was awfully lhappy. I couldn't wish you any bet ter, dear." and she turned Impulsively to the girl, who sat amazed, breath lessly watching her, "than hoping to have a child by some young man you cared for. There's no happiness like Jt But one day there wae an acci dent In the mine and they came and told mo he was hurt and I thought, p'raps, he was dead and my sudden .Tear for him robbed ua of our little child and me of all the hope of ever " Her voice broke with tho agony of all childless good women since the be .ginning of time. "See In there," she pointed through the open door Into the next room, "in the bureau drawer the one by the window there's all the little things I got ready years and years ago," her voice quivered piteously. "And now I'm old and there's another woman a younger," the .tears- were streaming down her cheeks now and Katherlne's heart - ached in sympathy with her. The girl's throat was dry and her eyes blinded by tears as she repeated over and over again to ber accusing con dolence: "I didn't know. I didn't know." "If we'd only had children," Mary obbed, losing herself In complete col lapse. "Nothing counts but children. They're oil wo get cut of inarrlago when we're old. If we'd only bad children, he couldn't have loft me like this," her shoulders shook. Katherlne started to her feet, un able longer to bear the sight of the woman's suffering. "Don't cry, Mrs, 8lade, don't cry," jhe pleaded, "My God!" Mary exclaimed, "How rn ) a-goln' to live out my. life! I H't, I H't I'm used to him, and ow be' Being to have another woman r him," There wan renuHclatlo' H(i AMjfufck sNd MiiKur In her out hufui, "And I'vh lh'"(J with U til A Novelxsation of Alice.Bradley's Play STEVENSON Illgbta Keacrrod) bjr DaTld Boiaioo. thoao years. I can't help lovln' him,1 she sobbed. Katherlne watched her, aghaBt at tho vision of a love such as she had never bororo realized. The hot tears filled her eyes and hor lips trembled. Unable to fight any longer, she stretched out her hand and touched the older woman gently, almost rover ently. "Ob, plenso please don't cry like that," Bhe begged. "I can't stand it Oh, please don't," and suddenly her emotions swept away her control hor remembrance of why she had come of everything but this Blender, sobbing little woman. Sho flung hor arms around Mary, burying her face on her ehouldor. The woman In hor rose up and rebelled at what she bad been about to do. Love, not of tho world, mastered the worldly in hor, as the tears overflowed. "Mrs. Slade, you fight," she Bobbed, breathlessly, "Never mind whatl You fight! He loves you best after all. I've seen that Don't you give In! You'll get him back. She's an out-and-out bad, heartless, selfish creature. She's bad bad, stifling every good, honest Impulse for money money! You're right to hate It. It la a dirty thing. If he wero poor sho wouldn't look at him. Don't you mind and don't you cry, Mrs. Slade. You fight fight them all." and she loosened her arms and Bank sobbing and heartbroken, into a chair, throwing her head on her outstretched arms In a perfect aban don of repentance and grief. For a few moments tho two women sobbed brokenly. Mary was the first to recover. "There, there," she cried, patting Katherlne tenderly on tho shoulder, "don't you cry for mo." Suddenly Hayes appeared In the door way. He looked first at Mary, then at Katherino. Katherlne, hor face still burled, her sobs still uncontrolled, bad not heard him open the door. Ono sight of the two women waa enough to convince him that in the encounter the stronger had been defeated and that tho gentle little woman whom he loved had come off the victor. Mary stood looking from Hayes to Katherlne In bewildered perplexity. Suddenly her eyes lighted with a thought Sho began to read her an swer in Bob's eyes, but ho turned to avoid her glance. She looked again at the Bobbing girl and as she did so the conviction came to her that "There, There, Don't You Cry for Me." Katherlne was the woman her hus band was planning to marry. She opened her mouth as If to speak, and turned questionlngly again to Bob. But Hayes could not meet ber eyes. Suddenly Mary pointed an ac cusing finger at Katherlne's bowed lipnd "fine! Oh-h!" b gaRnd. Katherlne, unconscious of tho reve lation that had Just taken place, was still sobbing bitterly, but with sweet er tears than she had shed for many, many years. The sight of the girl's misery called for all the treasures of love and sympathy In Mary's nature, sweetened by long years of forgiving and self-sacrifice. "There, there, there," she crooned, as she patted Katherlne's head. Over come with sh emotion she could not control, Katherlne claaped her arm about her comforter d wept softly una" quietly on luir brtmat, Bob, too surprised to bolleve his own eyes, camo up to hor. "Katherino 1" ho oxclalmod. "Oh, Bob, J'm bo ashamed," Kath erlne confessed us sho got to hor feet and stumbled Into hla firms, crying out for forglvenoss and the love the had so cruelly -and bo thoughtlessly flung RBlde. "I understand, I understand." Bob was very gentle and forgiving as he took her In hla arms. "I love you, Bob," she sobbed. "I don't caro who hears me say It. I don't care. I lovo you." "Come," ho said, leading her ten derly toward tho door. "We'll talk It over on tho way homo." CHAPTER XI. Before Bob could opon the door It was pushed In from tho outstdo, and as Katherino looked up, she looked straight into the eyoa of Dan Slade. For a moment the room was electric with the Intensity of tho situation. Then tho girl lifted hor head proudly and met Slide's eyes again. In them he saw a light ho had never soen thero before, a light of soft tender .ness and deep joy, a look that made hla heart start as he realized what he had lost. "Good morning, Mr. Slade." she said coldly as Bob- led her out Into tho summer sunshine and to life and love. As Slade, hat in hand, stood gazing at his wife. Mary realized that for tho first time In all their marrleu life she had tho advantage. For once the roles of the humble and the domi neering were reversed. Thero was ft long pause, awkward only for Slade, for Mary waa quito at cane. He coughed several times, and then, in a manner ho thought quito appropri ate, asked: "What did that girl como here for Miss or " "Oh forgotten her name?" came from Mary, mockingly. "Miss Strick land c&mo Just for a visit" "Well, what did she want?" Slade demanded.. "She camo to And out what I meant to do." There was a world of Irony In Mary's tone. "What has that got to do with her? I don't approvo of a woman coming Into my bouse to find out what you I don't like it! It's a bit of Impu dence. What olse did sho havo to say? Did she or" "She's not a very confidential girl," returned Mary, evasively. "I 8eo. So Bhe and Robort have made up?" Slado considered this rather a master stroke By continu ing such questions ho might got at the real state of affairs. "Yes." - "Well, well I'll havo to do some thing for them." Slado was pater nally patronizing, but ho did not do- celvo Mary. "Your business out hero today must bo very urgent What Is It?" Slade tried frantically to find a rev son for his visit When he had left town It was for tho ono reason of trying to bully Mary Into leaving tho cottage and agreeing to a divorce. With tho complexion of matters so changed, ho was at a complete loss to explain his visit He waa Irri tated and annoyed. Ho was not used to having tho tables so completely turned oh him. More than that, the little cottago never looked moro In viting. As a matter of fact, Slade had often found tho demands of his new life considerable of a nulsanco, and as a whiff of tho savory lamb stew camo to his nostrils, a momory of tho peace and contentment of tho old life flashed through his mind. Nothing at tho club had beon espe cially tasty of late. More than that, SAVAGES KIND TO ANIMALS French Scientist Cites Astonishing Ex amples Noted Among Primi tive Trlbea. If there were no cruelty to animals there certainly could bo no cruelty to humans. Ellsee Rectus, tho French scientist, Instances astonishing exam ples among savage tribes In South America and in Africa, of primitive humanity and the ssinsls s:sk!ns common cause In their .life and labors together. The llama, which carries enormous burdens over the Andes, would lie down In wrath and refuse to rise should hlfl master strike or abuse him; It Is only caresses and encour agement that lead him over Impoaalble deserts and roadways, The h,orse of the Bedouin Arab sleeps In hla tent with his children. In civilization men train home by bit, whip and spur hh4 then complain (hat they have no bruins, Initiative or real JftleN, To few the belter tho drlva down l,.U ulvon hlai as appetite, "Cooking a stow, Mary?" ha aske4 rather abruptly and tncouaoquetv tlully, "Just one of my old BtewB,". Mary's voice was Indifferent. She wan thor oughly dliguatod with her hutband, Looked Straight into the Eyes of Dan 8lade. now that sho knew Just what he bad planned to do. Jealousy and out raged prldo were In her heart This man, for whom she had worked and whose very faults and fallings she had loved, had been deliberately planning to thrust hor aaldo for a woman who had enjoyed only the sweota of life, a woman whose youth and beauty and social position put Mary completely out of the contest Tho very thought was aalt In her wounded heart "I'll stay to dinner. If I may," an nounced Slado, removing hla gloves and laying aside his coat "Certainly. Take your old chair, if you llko." There was none of the enthusiasm that might have been In Mary's voico If ho had come earlier In tho day. She waa formally, pains taklngly pollto. "You can talk over your business whllo we cat" Slado watched his wlfo from under lowered lids as ho ato. Ho feared that Mary knew everything. This calm, constrained ntmonphoro was moro baffling titan an emotional out burst would havo been. "Why did you como, Dan?" Mary was rather enjoying his dlscomflturo. "Oh, yes, I I'll tako my coffoo now, If I may, good and strong." Mary dropped In two lumps and the right amount of cream, more from long habit than any desire to please him. "I camo out horo to Do you know I rather like my dinner at noon hour, like wo used to have It horo. Aren't you eating?" "Oh, yes, I'll cat" replied Mary, "but you haven't told mo why you came out" (TO BE CONTINUED.) thom men make of aheop and cattle artificial creatures, Incapable of self support in the freedom of nature. Reclus insistB that In many respects the domestication of animals, as wo practise It today, produces a veritable moral backsliding, for far from hav ing Improved them we have doformed, degraded and corrrupted them. An Outraae. Pa- -Tho ncrvo of this geok! Horo's w,.l.Bw tU laO UUV044 i llko tho American women bocauso thoy nro so much llko the American men. Ma The ideal He ought to be lynched! That's a positive Insult to American womanhood, Headed In the Right Direction. The young man caught smoking a cigarette in a powder mill said he was looking for a place where he could rent without being annoyed, If they'd left him alone a few minutes lesger he'd bays found what Jo waa leokiag Ux, bbbbbBob' M'k" UBBBi BBBBBSSJSLC7 rsyTBf ttBBBS m BBBBBBBBBBBBBBB9L2! aSBEBPVBBSSBBBBBSBBl BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBflHSBBBJf . -m JS!VvBBBBBBBfl OF POETRY AND POKER IMPORTANT SUBJE0T8 DWELT ON IN THIS NARRATIVE. Razor Finally Supplanted the Muse When Full Houae That Looked 80 Good Took Back Seat' for Four Queens. Whon tho fourth quoon camo Into 13 Hillary's hand on tho draw, and th Bun was Just about to appear after an all-night session, and 0110 other man In tho party, whom ho called "Pard nor," showed a disposition to be ag grosslvo In tho hotting, Mr. Hillary thought tho tltno had como to broafa up tho gnmo, so Ho bet overy dollai that ho could muster for tho attack. " "Pardnor" had ontorod this exclb Ing period of tho gntuo with throe Jacks In his hand, and ho drew .two cards. To him woro delivered a pall of tons. "Heigh-ho," eald "Pardnor" with pan klonablo exhilaration. "llelgh-hb, tho pun Is upoth, and Jocund morn stand loth tiptoe on yon misty mountain top." Ho was fooling poetical, and what over Hillary bet, "Pnrdnor" would re clto a bit of approprlnto verso, and In crease tho sum. 12 very ono oIho In tho gamo dropped out for tho tlmo. The pot was piled In the center of tho ring. In papor, silver, and gold It roproaontod 933, rather a large turn for that neighbor hood, for It was in a bridge builders' camp on tho Ban Gabriel river. "I'll shoot my last flvo," said Hil lary. "Tho rosea are red, tho violets art blue, horo's my llvo and I'll see you," was tho refrain with which the "Pard nor" doposltod his last "Jltnoy" In the pllo, and tho tlmo for a showdown camo. "Pardncr" did It with much core monoy. Ho quoted a bit, chortled a bit, and sang a morry lilt as ho re vealed bis hand, tho hand ho thought was magic with Its throe Jacks and two tens. CrlBply and with bualnooallko pre cision, Mr. Hillary laid down his cards. "Pardnor" lookod. Only throe queens ho saw, and then a five-spot and then, by tho black aklll of the man who invented cards, ho saw an other queen. Mr. Hillary dragged In the pot Pardnor" dragged out his razor. Then started proceedings that woro not marked with poetry from "Pardnor" or triumph from Hillary. Hillary was in tho lead, freighted with wealth which ho was Jamming (nto his pock ets as ho fled. "Pardnor" was close behind. But a dollar bill spilled from tho pocket, Hillary stopped Just a second too long to recover It, and "Pardnor" was upon him. At tho receiving hoapltnl, several hours lator, Mr. Hillary had moro than twenty Inches of cuts treated by the surgeons, and ho made a complaint to tho pollco regarding his assailant, whom ho know only as "Pnrdnor," tho 'man who quoted pootry. Lob Angcloa Times. Not From West Indies. Soma tlmo ngo tho teacher of a pub lic, school was Instructing a class In geography, and whon It camo time to hand out a few questions Bhe turned first to Wllllo Smith. "Wllllo," eald sho, "can you toll me what is ono of the principal products of tho Wcat Indies?" "No, ma'am," frankly answered Wil lie, after a moment's hesitation. "Just think a bit," encouragingly re turned tho teacher; "whero does tho sugar como from that you use at your bouso?" "Sometimes from the store," an swered Willie, "and sometimes wo bor row It from tho next door neighbor." Philadelphia Telegraph. Musicians Want Good Streets. Tho Musicians' union Is appealing to tho Philadelphia council for the repair of tho highways, on the ground that holes In the pavement wore oxtremely dangerous to the members engaged to march through the Btreets at the head of parades. The appeal describes di vers Injuries to the band members, because of falling into the ahgbteet holes, or by having a musical Instru ment Jammed Into them, or being com pelled to watch such places, and be un- ablo to render the same volume of music." Ohio Stale Journal. Power of Ideal. No one can cherish an Ideal, and dovote himself to Its realization from year to year, and strive and struggle and make sacrifices for lis attainment, without undergoing a certain gracious transformation, of which the highest powors must be aware and men can hardly miss. John White Chadwlok. Gesd Rtaaena, "Why did you Know up thst Job I got you nb coltodor for Jones?" "Why, liHiig It. I owml money (0 about Mil llJtt 11 1 1' 11 liu will me to dun."