creeping in between
them. He did not know enough of women, either, to divine how Myra was
suffering, to know that she had reached a nervous pitch where she was
hardly responsible for what she thought and said. He went on
blunderingly:
"I felt that I was accused... I felt that I had to make reparation to
the toilers, ... had to spend my life making conditions better.... You
see this country has reached a crisis ..."
It was all gibberish to her.
"Exactly what do you mean?" she asked, sharply.
"I mean"--he fumbled for words--"I must go and live among the poor and
arouse them and teach them of the great change that is taking place...."
She laughed strangely.
"Oh--an uplifter, settlement work, charity work--"
He was stupefied.
"Myra, can't you see--"
"Yes, I see," she said, raising her voice a little; "you're going to
live in the slums and you want me to release you. I do. Anything else?"
She was making something sordid of his beautiful dream, and she was
startlingly direct. He was cut to the heart.
"You're making it impossible," he began.
She laughed a little, stroking down her muff.
"So you're going to live among the poor ... and you didn't dare come and
tell me...."
"I had no right to involve you until I was sure...."
"And now you're sure...."
"No," he cried.
She raised her voice a little again:
"And I wrote asking if I couldn't help you. Women are fools...."
He sat searching about for something to say. His heart was like cold
lead in his breast; his head ached. He felt her side of the case very
vividly, and how could she ever understand?
Then, as she sat there her head seemed to explode, and she spoke
hurriedly, incoherently:
"It's time to get to school. I want to go alone. Good-by."
She rose and went off rapidly.
"Myra!" he cried, leaping up, but she only accelerated her pace....
Instead of going to school she went straight home, flung herself
full-length on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and shook for a
long time with terrible tearless sobs. Her life was ruined within her.
VI
MARTY BRIGGS
Joe went home in a distraught condition. He was angry, amazed, and
passion-shaken. He had had a look into that strange mixture which is
woman--and he was repelled, and yet attracted as he had never been
before. He felt that all was over between them, that somehow she had
convicted him of being brutal, selfish, and unmanly, and in the light of
her condemna
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