The Desired Woman(Fiscle Part-3 Of 2) by Will N. Harben (e book reader pdf TXT) π
Only Child, Richard, Jr., Lived In The Mitchell Mansion, Which, Save
For A New Coat Of Paint, Was Unchanged. Mostyn Himself Was
Considerably Altered In Appearance. There Were Deeper Lines In His
Face; He Was Thinner, More Given To Nervousness And Loss Of Sleep; His
Hair Was Turning Gray; He Had Been Told By His Doctor That He Worried
Too Much And That He Must Check The Tendency.
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Your Old Jolly Self?"
He Shrank From Her Sensitively. "I Really Don't Like To Talk About
Such Things," He Faltered. "Tell Me About Your Marriage."
"Not Yet; One Thing At A Time." She Dropped Her Sunshade At Her Feet
And Locked Her White Hands Over Her Knee. "I Shall Never See You Again
After To-Day, Dick, And I _Do_ Want To Understand You A Little Better,
So That When I Look Back On Our Friendship You Won't Be Such A
Tantalizing Mystery. Dick, You Never Loved Me; You Never Loved Your
Wife; But You _Have_ Loved Some One."
He Lowered His Startled Glance To The Ground. She Saw A Quiver Pass
Over Him And A Slow Flush Rise In His Face.
"What Are You Driving At?" He Suddenly Demanded. "All This Is Leading
Nowhere."
She Smiled In A Kindly, Even Sympathetic Way. "It Can't Do Any Harm,
Dick, For, Really, What I Have Found Out Has Made Me Sorry For You For
The First Time In My Life--Genuinely And Sincerely Sorry."
"What You Have Found Out?" He Faltered, Half Fearfully.
"Yes, And It Doesn't Matter How I Discovered It, But I Did. I Happened
To Stay For A Week At A Little Hotel In Ridgeyille Last Month, And A
Slight Thing I Picked Up About Your Stay Up There Five Years Ago
Gradually Led Me On To The Whole Thing. Dick, I Saw Dolly Drake One
Day On One Of My Walks. One Look At Her And The Whole Thing Became
Plain. You Loved Her. You Came Back Here With The Intention Of
Marrying Her And Leading A Different Life. You Would Have Done It,
Too, But For My Threats And Your Partial Engagement To Your Wife. You
Went Against Your True Self When You Married, And You Have Never
Gotten Over It."
He Was Unable To Combat Her Assertions, And Simply Sat In Silence, An
Expression Of Keen Inner Pain Showing Itself In His Drawn Lips.
"See How Well I Have Read You!" She Sighed. "I Always Knew There Was
Something Unexplained. You Would Have Been More Congenial With Your
Wife But For That Experience. You Are To Blame For Her
Dissatisfaction.
Not Having Love From You, She Is Leaning On The Love Of An Old
Sweetheart. Dick, That Pretty Girl In The Mountains Would Have Made
Part 2 Chapter 10 Pg 47You Happy. I Read The Article About Her In The Paper The Other Day.
From All Accounts, She Is A Remarkable Woman, And Genuine."
Mostyn Nodded. "She _Is_ Genuine," He Admitted. "Well, Now You Know
The Truth. But All That Is Past And Gone. You Forget Something Else."
"No, I Don't," She Took Him Up, Confidently. "You Are Thinking Of Your
Boy."
Again He Nodded. "Love For A Woman Is One Thing, Marie, But The Love
For One's Own Child Passes Beyond Anything Else On Earth."
"Yes, When The Child Is Loved As You Love Yours, And When You Fancy
That He Is Being Neglected, And That You Are Partly Responsible For
It. Oh, Dick, You And I Both Are Queer Mixtures! I May As Well Be
Frank. Your Struggles To Make Amends Have Had Their Effect On Me. For
A Long Time I Have Not Been Satisfied With Myself. I Used To Be Able
To Quiet My Conscience By Plunging Into Pleasure, But The Old Things
No Longer Amuse. That Is Why I Am Turning Over A New Leaf. Dick, The
Man I Am To Marry Knows My Life From Beginning To End. He Is A Good
Fellow--A Stranger Here, And Well-To-Do. My Brother Sent Him To Me
With A Letter Of Introduction. He Has Had Trouble. He Was Suspected Of
Serious Defalcation, And The Citizens Of His Native Town Turned
Against Him. All His Old Ties Are Cut. He Likes Me, And I Like Him. I
Shall Make Him A True Wife, And He Knows It. I Am Going To My Brother
In Texas And Will Be Married Out There. Dick, I Shall, Perhaps, Never
See You Again, But, Frankly, I Shall Not Care. I Want To Forget You As
Completely As You Will Forget Me. I Only Wish I Were Leaving You In A
Happier Frame Of Mind. You Are Miserable, Dick, And You Are So
Constituted That You Can't Throw It Off."
"No, I Can't Throw It Off!" His Voice Was Low And Husky. "I Won't
Mince Words About It. Marie, I Am In Hell. I Know How Men Feel Who
Kill Themselves. But I Shall Not Do That."
"No, That Would Do No Good, Dick. I Have Faced That Proposition
Several Times, And Conquered It. The Only Thing To Do Is To Hope--And,
Dick, I Sometimes Think There Is Something--A _Little_ Something, You
Know--In Praying. I Believe There Is A God Over Us--A God Of _Some_
Sort, Who Loves Even The Wrong-Doers He Has Created And Listens To
Their Cries For Help Now And Then. But I Don't Know; Half The Time I
Doubt Everything. There Is One Thing Certain. The Humdrum Church-
People, Whom We Used To Laugh At For Their Long Faces And Childish
Faith, Have The Best Of The Game Of Life In The Long Run. They Have--
They Really Have."
He Tried To Blend His Cold Smile With Hers, But Failed. He Stood Up,
And, Extending His Hand, He Aided Her To Rise. "This Is Good-By, Then,
Forever," He Said. "Marie, I Think _You_ Are Going To Be Happy."
"I Don't Know, But I Am Going To Try At Least For Contentment," She
Said, Simply. "There Is Always Hope, And You May See Some Way Out Of
Your Troubles."
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Quite In Silence They Walked Back To The Cottage Gate, And There, With
A Hand-Shake That Was All But Awkward, They Parted. He Tipped His Hat
Formally As He Turned Away. Ahead Of Him Lay The City, A Dun Stretch
Of Roofs And Walls, With Here And There A Splotch Of Green Beneath A
Blue Sky Strewn With Snowy Clouds.
He Had Gone Only A Few Paces When He Heard The Whirring Sound Of An
Automobile, Which Was Approaching From The Direction Of The City. It
Was Driven By A Single Occupant. It Was Andrew Buckton. Mostyn Saw The
Expression Of Exultant Surprise That He Swept From Him To Marie, And
Knew By Buckton's Raised Hat That He Had Seen Them Together. The Car
Sped On And Vanished Amid The Trees At The End Of The Road. Looking
Back, Mostyn Saw That Marie Was Lingering At The Gate. He Knew From
The Regretful Look In Her Face That She Was Deploring The Incident;
But, Simply Raising His Hat Again, He Strode On.
All The Remainder Of The Morning He Worked At His Desk. He Tried To
Make Himself Feel That, Now That Marie Was Leaving, His Future Would
Be Less Clouded; But With All The Effort Made, He Could Not Shake Off
A Certain Clinging Sense Of Approaching Disaster. Was He Afraid That
Buckton Would Gossip About What He Had Just Seen, And That The Public
Would Brand Him Afresh With The Discarded Habits Of The Past? He Could
Not Have Answered The Question. He Was Sure Of Nothing. He Lunched At
His Club, Smoked A Dismal Cigar With Delbridge And Some Other Men, And
Heard Them Chatting About The Rise And Fall Of Stocks As If They And
He Were In A Turbulent Dream. They Appeared As Marvels To Him In Their
Unstumbling Blindness Under The Overbrooding Horrors Of Life, In Their
Ignorance Of The Dark, Psychic Current Against Which He Alone Was
Battling.
All The Afternoon He Toiled At The Bank, And At Dusk He Walked Home.
No One Was About The Front Of The House, And He Went Up To His Room.
He Had Bathed His Face And Hands, Changed His Suit, And Was About To
Descend The Stairs When His Father-In-Law Came Tottering Along The
Corridor And Paused At The Open Door Of The Room.
"This Is A Pretty Come-Off," He Scowled In At Mostyn. "Here You Come
Like This As If Nothing Out Of The Way Had Happened, When Your Wife
Has Packed Up And Gone Off For Another Trip. She Said She Was Going To
Write You--Did You Get A Note?"
"No; Where Has She Gone?" Mostyn Inquired. "She Didn't Even Mention It
To Me."
"One Of Her Sudden Notions. The Hardys At Knoxville Are Having A Big
House-Party, And Wrote Her To Come. I Tried To Get Her To Listen To
Reason, But She Wouldn't Hear A Word. She Is Actually Crazy For
Excitement--Women All Get That Way If You Give Them Plenty Of Rein,
And Irene Has Been Spoiled To Death. I Have Never Seen Her Act As
Strange As She Did To-Day. She Cried When I Talked To Her, And Almost
Went Into Hysterics. She Gave The Servants A Lot Of Her Clothes, And
Kept Coming To Me And Throwing Her Arms Around Me And Telling Me To
Forgive Her For This And That Thing I Forgot Long Ago. When She
Started For The Train I Wanted To Go With Her Or Telephone You, But
Part 2 Chapter 10 Pg 49She Wouldn't Let Me Do Either--Said I Was Too Feeble, And She Did Not
Want To Bother You. Say, Do You Know I'm To Blame? I Had No Right To
Influence You And Her To Marry, Nohow. You Have Never Suited Each
Other--You Don't Act Like Man And Wife. You Might As Well Be Two
Strangers Hitched Together. Something Is Wrong, Awfully Wrong, But I
Can't Tell What It Is."
Mostyn Made No Reply. He Heard Little Dick's Voice In The Hall Below,
And Had A Sudden Impulse To Take Him Up. Leaving Him, Old Mitchell
Passed On To His Own Room, And Mostyn Went Down The Stairs To The
Child, Who Was Playing On The Veranda.
"Poor Child! Poor Child!" He Said To Himself.
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