THE MARRIAGE SONG
she los
all desi
figure as it moved here
about the room, laying
on chairs, examining near
Louise Tried To Pretend
breasts
That Love Does No Matter in Marriage
Everythin
and flashed
She
Do you think you'd
you had washed your
edly the labels on trunks, and for the first time in their long asso- ciation she had thought that might be, cased in this splendid but inhuman oduction of experts, dressmakers and able conventions, a human old man who must surely love her,. and who, if put to it, would prove. tolerant, wise and understanding.
But when her aunt kissed her, she knew the wish had been father to the thought
a
with
"Good night, dear," she said, bit bleakly but without weakness. You couldn't very well cry against a face which should have been 60 vezes old, but which had been lifted until it felt and looked like. 40, and which smelled of nuit d'amour Nor could you show to those blank, unlined eyes, should have been wrinkled years and understanding, the marks which your nails were making in your palms, nor-shout to ears, long since trained to deaf- ness, that you were hating every thing, that all your body was rigid with revolt. To do any of these things would prove you a fool And you had spent a num ber of years learning not to be a fool
self
the last ten
give
our skin cheap co
of leisure and
on
kund
food and attent
Would
cotton
pillows give
like that?
"You're right, of course.
"You see, real beauty costs money a great deal of money, my dear. But it is an investment which repays one.
"Yes," said Louise. "I suppose Frederick might be ca big divi
Her
being
Short Story
one
you'd learned the the not say. But you are and tired, dear. Yo go to sleep now. And I won you called until ten o'clock. not to think of anything now ex cept your happiness. - You very hicky girl. fuss.
You've not
is rest and
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"Good night, child. And you must go to sleep at once.
"Yes," said Louise. "And, Amitingle detail. All Sybil, I don't want to sound sen- timental, but thanks for every. thing." She waved her hand at the littered room. Her hand was small and very white and her nails were painted red as blood. "I'm sure that's the most mar vellous trousseau a girl ever had. You've been wonderful.
Aunt Sybil patted her niece's golden head. "Darling," she said. "Don't talk nonsense. I've enjoy- buying this trousseau as much as you have I've always enjoyed
your clothes-except the ones you were wearing when you first came here"
"I was not very smart,” said Louise. “Round-eyed, country innocent, with clothes to match. She eyed a sports suit which had been left undecidedly on a chair back, and which cost ten times as 28 the suit she had worn on that day when she had first come to live with her aunt. She won- dered if she would be as
happy wearing this suit
had been wearing that other. She
thought it quite probable.
Rustic beauty,” said Aunt Sybil “is not very effective
poe
ose not, said
her for
you see YOU
star lips the ald smile from the doorway, watch ed darkness blot out the shapeless form. heard the soft closing of the door. Then she began to cry.
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things
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was called Song of Kafiristan," and she
ack with the opened book ed against her breast and
the ceiling. And the pain she
Pandis that
have many children.
And
they
greatly fo
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