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* 4L » A A REAL ADVENTURE WEBSTER, txffTJW*. rm apéMUTfarfitn/LL com BECAUSE HER HUSBAND WILL NOT LET HER HELP TAKE CARE OF THE TWINS, AND BECAUSE SHE HATES IDLENESS, ROSE HAS A VERY SERIOUS DISAGREEMENT WITH RODNEY SYNOPSIS.—Bose Stnnfon marri es Rodney Aldrich, a wealthy young lawyer, after a brief courtship, and Instantly is taken up by Chica go's exelu-tive social set and made a part of the gay whirl of the rich folk. It is ail new to the girl, tnd for the first few month* she is charmed With the life. And then she comes to fuel that she Is llvlag a useless existence, that she is a social butterfly, a mere ornament iu her husband's home. R*c Jongs to do something useful and to have On* opportunity to employ her mind and utilize her talent and educa itodney feels much the tame way himself. He thinks he ought tiou. to potter around in society Just to please his wife, when lu reality he'd rather be giving hi* nights to study or soclui service of some sort. They try to reach *n understanding following the visit of two New York friends, who have worked out satisfactorily this same prob lem. Then Rose decides that her Job as mother Is a big one, and she look* eagerly forward to the great event, but she has twin# and is unable to care for both the babies at once. j j Imd TM Dam Gives Way. tng. She begun gelling her struugth back that very fast In the next two or three one. days, but this queer kink in her emo lions didn't straighten out. She came Into to see that It was absurd- monstrous almost, but that didn't help. Instead of a baby, she had given birth to two. this They were hers, of course, as much as one would have been. Only, her soul, which had been waiting so a ecstatically for Its mlracle—for the of child which, by making her a mother, for should supply what her Ufe needed™ her »out wouldn't—couldn't accept the substitution. Those two droll, uses thin-voiced, squirming little mites that of were exhibited to her every morning, and were a* foreign to her. as If they hud been brought luto (far house In a basket. CHAPTER Kill. ding, she or thing That's pink ly ucts. of them. When Harriet camf in for the first time to see her. Rose knew. Har riet was living here now. running the house for Rodney, while Rose Was laid up. Doing it beautifully well, too, through all the confusion of nurses and alt. Harriet said: "I think you're In great luck to have had two at once; get your duty to posterity done that much sooner. And. of course, you couldn't possibly be expected to nurse two great crea ture* like that." Rose acquiesced. She woutd have struggles), though, she kuew, but for that queer trick fate had played her. Her heart ached. When she found that struggling with herself, denouncing herself for a brute, didn't serve to bring up the feelings toward the twins that she knew any proper mother ought to have, sire buried the dark fact as deep a* she could, and pretended. It was wily before Roduey that the pre tense was really necessary. And with him. really, it was hardly a pretense at all. lie was such a child himself, lu ht» gleeful delight over the p<>» uessiou of a sou und a daughter, that she felt for hitu, tenderly, mistily, luminously, the very emotion she wus trying to capture for them—felt like cradling hi* head iu her weak arms, kissing him. crying over him. She wouldn't have been allowed to do that to the bublea, anyway. They were going to he terribly well brought up. those twins; that was apparent from the beginning. They hud two nurses all to themselves, quite apart > from Miss Harris, who looked after ! Rose—Mrs. Ruston and Doris, the maid, who were destined, It appeared, to be as permanent as the babies. But Rose bad the germ of an idea of her owu ubwut that. They got them named wtth very lit tle difficulty. Tlie boy was Rodney, of course, after his father and grand father before him. Rose wus u little afraid Rodney would want the gt.l named after her, and was relieved to find he didn't. TUere'd never lu the world be but one Rose for him, he said. So Rose named the girl I'ortin. They kept Rose In bed for three weeks; fiat on her back as much as possible, which was terribly irksome to her, since her strength uud vital ity were coining back so fast. She might have rebelled. Und it not beeu for that germinunt idea of hers. It wouldn't do, she saw, la the light of that, to give them any excuse for call ing her unreasonable. One Sunday morning, Roduey car ried her upstairs to the nursery to see her babies bathed. This was a big room at the top of the house which Florence McCrea had always vaguely intended to make into a studio. But, in the paralysis of in decision as to what sort of studio to make it, she had left the thing bare. Rodney had given Harriet carte blanche to go ahead and fit it up be fore he and Rose came back from the ■«ashore, and the layetto was a monu esses. was they and tened ied tion the I ment to Harriet's practicality. There twins Imd been a wild day of supplement tng. of course, when it was discovered ly that there were two babies inateud of one. nil The room, when they escorted Rose Rose Into It, was a terribly Impressive place. The spirit of a barren, sterile given efficiency brooded everywhere. And hnd this appearance of bareness obtained despite the presence of an enormous number of articles—a pair of seules, perfect battery of electric heaters various sorts ; rows of vacuum jars for keeping things cold or hot ; u smull sterilizing oven ; Instruments and np plianees that Rose couldn't guess the uses or the names of. Mrs. Ruston, course, was master of them all, and Doris flew about to do her bld maid. tion, It cluded, was "I Rose To ding, under a watchful eye. Rose surveyed this scene. Just as would have surveyed a laboratory, a factory where they make some thing complicated, That's what it was, really. Those two pink little objects, In their two severe sanitary baskets, were factory prod ucts. At precise and unalterable in tervals, a highly scientific compound fats and protelda was put luto them. They were Inspected, weighed, submitted to a routine of other proc And In all the routine, there It." a ceived to be alluring noises, and finally turned suddenly to ills wife and said; "Dou't you want to—hold them. Rose?" give them to me," she started to say like watches. us lie well sense. doing been as go wild ML esses. was nothing that their mother, now they were fairly born, was wanted for. Rose kept those Ideas to herself and kept an eye on young Doris, lis tened to the orders she got, and stud ulertly what she dtd in the execu tion of them. Rodney had a lovely time wutehlng the twins bathed. He stiw>d about In everybody's way, made what he con ly. try that you be of to In T *, v-/ N ! \ Rose Surveyed This Scene. A stub of pain went through her and tears cutue up luto her eyes. "Yes, But Mrs. Rustou spoke before she could frame the words. It was their feeding hour, a bad time for them to be excited, and the bottles were heated exactly right. By that time Rose's idea had flow ered into resolution. But she mustn't jeopardize the success of her plan by trying to put it into effect too soon. She waited patiently, reasonably, for another fortnight. Harriet, by that time, had gone off to Washington on a visit, taking Rodney's heartfelt thanks with her. Rose expressed hers go to just as warmly, and felt ashamed that they were so unreal. She simply mustn't let herself get to resenting Harriet I At the end of the fort night, the doctor made his final visit. Rose had especially asked Rodney to be on hand to hear his report when the examination was over. "He says," Rose told her husband, "that I'm perfectly well." She turned to the doctor for confirmation. "Don't you?" The doctor smiled. "As far as my diagnostic resources go, Mrs. Aldrich, you are perfectly well." Rose smiled widely and contentedly upon them. "That's delightful," she said to the doctor. "Thanks very much." But after he had gone she found Mrs. Ruston In the nursery and had a talk with that Indy, which was des tined to produce seismic upheavals. "I've decided to make a little change In our arrangements, Mrs. Rus ton," she said. "But I don't think It's one that will disturb you very much. I'm going to let Doris go— I'll get her another place, of course— and do her work myself." Mrs. Ruston compressed her lips, nnd went on for a minute with what of he I I shu was doing to one of the twins, ns If she hadn't heard, quite satisfactory, madam," she suit! at last. Doris Is "I'd not advise making a She's a dependable young change. woman, as such go. Of course I watch her very close." "I think I can promise to be de I don't know pendable," Bose said, much about hiibles, but I think I cun learn as well as Doris. Anyhow, 1 can wheel them about und wush their clothes and boll their bottles and things as well as she docs. And you can tell me what to do Just as you tell her." To this last observation it became evident that Mrs. Ruston meant to make no reply at all. She gave Rose some statistical Information about the twins instead, in which Rose showed herself politely Interested, and present ly withdrew. Rodney wore a queer expression nil through dinner, und when he got Rose alone lu the library afterward, explained It. Mrs. Ruston hud given him notice, contingently. Rose hnd Informed her of her Intention to dispense with the service of the nurse maid. If Rose udhered to this inten tion, Mrs. Ituston must leuve. It was some sort of absurd misun derstanding, of course, Rodney con cluded, and wanted to know what it was all about. "I did sny I meant to let Doris go," Rose explained, "but I told her I meant To tuke Doris' Job myself. I said I thought I could be Just as good a nursemaid as she was. And I mount It." He was prowling about the room in a worried sort of way, before she got "I don't see, child," us far as that, lie exclaimed, "why you couldn't leuve well enough alone! economy bug of yours again, it's non You, to spend ali your time If it's that old sense. doing menial work to suve me ten dollurs u week!" "It Isn't menial work," Rose luslst lt's apprentice work. After I've been at it six months, learning as fast as I can, I'll be able to let Mrs. Ruston go and take her Job—I'll be really competent to take care of my own children. I don't preteud I am now." He stared at her In perfectly honest bewilderment, wild I think. Rose," he suld veity qulet ML You're talking rather ly. "I'm talking what I've learned from you," she auld. "Oh, Rodney, please try to forget that I'm your wife and that you're In love with me. you Just sny : 'Here's A, or B, or X, a perfectly healthy woman, twenty-two year* old, and a little reul work would be good for her?" She won, with much pleading, a sort of troubled half-assent from him. The matter could be tukeu up aguln with Mrs. Ruston. Given n fair field. Rose might have won a victory here. But, as Portia lmd suld once, the pattern was cut dif ferently. There was a sudden alarm one night, when her little namesake wus louud strangling with the croup. There were seven terrifying hours—al most unendurable hours, while the young life swung and balanced over the ultimate abyss. Tim herolue of those hours was Mrs. Buston. Thut the child lived was clearly creditable to her. Rose made another effort even after that, though she knew she wus beaten In advance. She waited until the old calm routine was re-established. Then, once more, she asked for her chunce. But Rodney exploded before she got the words fairly out of her mouth. "No." he shouted, "I won't consider it 1 She's saved that baby's life. You'll have to flud some way of satisfying your whims that won't Jeopardize those babies' lives. After that night good heavens, Bose, have you forgot ten that night?—I'm going to play it safe." Rose paled a little and sat Ivory still in her chulr. There were no miracles any more. The great dam was swept away. Can't CHAPTER XIV. • The Only Remedy. She was In the grip of an appalling realization. This moment—tills actu ally present moment that was going to last only until she should speak for the next time—was the critical mo ment of her life. "Hoddy . . ." she said. He was slumped down In a big easy chair at the other side of the table, swinging a restless foot; drumming now and then with his fingers. Some by on hers sort of scene was Inevitable, he knew. And he sat there waiting for it. He thought he was ready for any thing. But Just the way she spoke his name startled—almost frightened him, she said it so quietly, so—tenderly. "Roddy," she said, "I want you to come over here and kiss me, and then go back and sit down in that chair again." He went a little pale at that. The swing of his foot was arrested sud denly. But, for a moment, he made no move—Just looked wonderingly into her great, grave eyes. "Something's going to happen," she went on, "and before it's over, I'm afraid it's going to hurt you terribly— nnd me. And I want the kiss for us to remember. 80 that we'll always know, whatever huppens afterward, that we loved each other." .She held 'Won't you out her anus to him. come?" He came—a man bewildered, bent down over her, and found her Hits ; but almost absently, out of a daze. "No, not like that," she murmured. "In the old way." There was a long embrace. "I don't believe I'd have the courage to do It," she suld, "If It were Just me. But there's someone else—I've made someone a promis«. I can't tell you about that. Now please go back and sit over there where you were, where we can talk quietly. Oh, Roddy, I love you so !—No, please go back, old man ! And—and light your pipe. Oh, don't tremble like that! It isn't a tragedy. It's—for us, It's the greatest hope In the world." He went back to his chair. He even lighted his pipe as she asked him to, and waited as steadily as he could for her to begin. "Do you remember . . she be gan, and It was remarkable how quiet und steady her voice was. There was even the trace of a smile about her wonderful mouth. "Do you remember that afternoon of ours, the very first of them, when you brought home my notebooks and found me asleep on the couch in our old back parlor? Do you remember how you told me that one's desires were the only motive power he had? Well, It wus a funny thing— I got to wondering nfterward wliat my desires were, and It seemed I hadn't any. Everything had, somehow, come to me before I knew I wanted it. Everything in the world, even your love for me, came like that. "But I've got a passion now, Rodney. I've had It for a long while. It's a desire I can't satisfy. The thing I want—and there's nothing in the world I wouldn't give to get it—is, well, your friendship, Roddy ; that's a way of say ing It." Rodney started and stared at her. The thing struck him, it seemed, as a grotesquely irritating anticli sort of jpax. "Gracious heaven!" he said. 'My frlendshlp ! Why, I'm in love with you ! That's certainly a bigger thing." "I don't know whether it's a bigger thing or not," she said. "But it doesn't include the other." He was tramping up and down the 'You've got my frleud 'It's grotesque room by now. ship!" he cried out. perversion of the facts to say you haven't." She smiled at him as she shook her I've spent too many months head. trying to get It und seeing myself fall —oh, so ridiculously!—not to know what I'm talking about, Roddy." And then, still smiling rather sadly, she told him what some of the experi ments had been—some of her attempts to break lntc^ the life he kept locked away from her. "I was angry at first when I found you keeping me out," she said, "angry nnd hurt. I used to cry about it. And then I saw It wasn't your fault. That's how I discovered friendship had to be earned." But her power to maintain that atti tude of grave detachineut was about spent. The passion mounted In her voice and In her eyes ns she went on. "You thought my mind had got full of wild Ideas—the wild Iden I was pulling you down from something free and fine that you lmd been, to something that you despised yourself for being and imd to try to deny you were. You were wrong about that, Roddy. "I did have an obsession, but It wasn't the thing you thought. It was an obsession that kept me quiet, and contented and happy, and willing to wait in spite of everything. The ob sessiou was thut none of those thlugs mattered because a big miracle wus coming that was going to change it all. I wus going to have a job at last—a job that was Just ns real as yours— the Job of being a mother." Her voice broke In a fierce, sharp little laugh over the word, but she got It back In control again. "I was going to have a baby to keep alive with my own care. There was going to be responsibility and hard work, things that demanded courage and endurance and sacrifice. I could earn your friendship with that, I said. That was the real obsession, Roddy, and it never really died until tonight. Well, I suppose I can't complain. It's over, that's the main thing. "And now, here I am perfectly nor mal and well again—as good us ever. I could wear pretty clothes again and start going out just as I dicl a year ago. People would admire me, and you'd pleased, and you'd love me as much as ever, and it would all be like the paradise it was last year, except one thing. The one thing Is that If do that, I'll know this time what really am." With a dangerous light of anger his eyes, he said quietly ; "It's perfect ly outrageous that you should talk like that, and I'll ask you never to do again." After ten seconds of silence, went on : "Why, Roddy, I've heard 1 it for mo describe me a hundred rimes. Not the you that's my lover. The other you— talking all over the universe to Barry Lake. who's never been trained nor taught nor disciplined ; who's been brought up soft, with the bloom on, for the pur pose who's never found her job In marriage, who doesn't cook, nor sew, nor spin, nor even take care of her own chil dren ; the woman who uses her charm to save her from having to do hard, ugly things, and keep her in luxury. Do you remember what you've called her, BoddyT "I didn't understand any of that when you married me, Hoddy ; It was just like a dream to me—like a fairy story come true, now. How can you be sure, knowing that my position in the world, my friends, oh, the very clothes on my back, and the roof over my head, are dependent on your love—how are you going to be sure that my love for you Is honest and disinterested? What's to keep you from wondering—asking questions? Love's got to be free, Rod You've described the woman of making her marriageable ; But I understand I > ^ — V A i m i-d 7 V m a v c 'Roddy," She Said, "I Want You tc Come Over. Here and Kiss Me." dy. The only way to make it free is to have friendship growing along side it. So when I can be your part ner and your friend, I'll be your wife too. But not—not, Roddy, till I can find a way. I'll have to find it for myself. I'll have to go off . . She broke down over a word she couldn't at first say, buried her face In her arms, and let a deep, racking sob or two have their way with her. But presently she sat erect again and, with a supreme effort of will, forced her voice to utter the word: "I've got to go off alone—away from you, and stay until I find it. If I ever do, and you want me, I'll come back.'' * I I in it The struggle between them lasted o week—a ghastly week, during which so far as the surface of things showed, their life flowed along In Its accus tomed channels. But at all sorts ol times, and in all sorts of places, when they were alone together, the great battle was renewed. The hardest thing about it all foi Rose—the thing that came nearest tc breaking down her courage—was tc see how slowly Rodney came to realize it at all. He was like a trapped ani mal pacing the four sides of his cage, confident that in a moment or two he would find the way out, and then, in credulously, duzedly, coming to the sur mise that there was no way out. She really meant to go away and leave him —leave the babies ; go somewhere where his care and protection could not reach her ! She was actually plan ning the details of doing it! By the end of one of their long talks. It would seem to her that he had grasped this monstrous intention and accepted it. But before the beginning of the next one, he seemed to manage, somehow, to dismiss the thing as a nightmare. Somehow or other, during the cqlraer moments toward the end, practical de tails managed to get talked about settled after a fashion, without the ad mission really being made on his part thut the thing was going to happen at all. "I'd do everything I could, of course, to make it easier," she said. "We could have a story for people that I'd gone to California to make mother a long visit. We could bring Harriet home from Washington to keep house while I was gone. I'd take my trunks, you see, and really go. People would sus pect, of course, after a while, but they'll always pretend to believe any thing that's comfortable." "Where would you go, really?" he demanded. "Have you any plan at all?" "I have a sort of plan," she said. "I think I know of a way of earning a liv ing." But she didn't offer to go on and tell him what It was, and, after a little si lence, he commented bitterly upon this omission. Rose's point of view may seem foolish to old-fashioned women. How do you feel about it? 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