Ainslee's Magazine, February 1913 — page 150: what you’re looking at

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140. you. Then I began to yearn for it. And when baby came I loved him first because’ he was yours. Oh, yes—TI lied to-day. You see that now. I came here to-night with him in my arms, and lied. I used him to get back to you. Oh, Jim, it is so terrible to be a woman, and to love one man with all your heart.” : Jim Kerrall came to her. He took her hands, drew her closely to him, and held her in the strong, possessive grasp that her trembling being craved. She yielded to his strength and clung to him for refuge. “You must not tell me any more,” he said brokenly. ‘No man is fit to hear such words. If I had known—lI had no right to let you tell me so much. You have given me a bigger thing than the trust I asked for—too big a thing for a woman to give to any man.” “T love you so—it makes me afraid.” His lips silenced hers. “How wonderful a woman is! Too fine for a man to know. I feel as if I had stumbled brutally into a holy place. How am I going ‘to make you know what you and our boy mean to me?” Presently the door opened, and Lucy, the child’s nurse, entered. Lucy, like Martin, was an old servant and priv- ileged. She looked rebuke at the love- AINSLEE’S flushed and beautiful wife in Jim Ker- rall’s arms. “T knew Master Ralph wasn’t sleepy when you sent him upstairs. He has been crying for you some time, ma’am. This is always his playtime when you make shadow rabbits for him. He’s very impatient to-night.” “Oh!” Helen cried in self-reproach. “The poor child! So it is!’ I forgot completely. It’s your fault,” she whim- pered at her husband. “Come,” said Jim, smiling upon her with a tenderness she had never seen before. “Let us go and make shadow pictures for our son. Now it’s right for you to give him your attention!” he added, with a touch of humor. “Oh, he’ll just Jove to have you help make rabbits for him! He'll be so happy !” She turned, dimpling and sparkling at him in one of her sudden flashes of mis- chief, the more bewitching because of tear traces. “There, you see? It is for his sake— so that baby can have your jack rab- bits as well as my bunnies!” she cried, daring him. Then because of the way he looked at her she fled from him up the stairs toward the room where the voice of the child sounded lustily. os THE TRAVELER HAVE learned much from traveling, And very truly can declare Aithough I love my native land— I know that other lands are fair. I have learned much from traveling, As each and ev’ry tourist should, Although our ways appeal to me— I know that other ways are good. IT have learned much from traveling, (I hope I am not indiscreet !) Although I am engaged to Maude— I know that other maids are sweet! HAROLD SUSMAN, (C@ VOOLK (E@