"
Lou ceased to churn and for a time stood musing. "Did you' husband tell
you a lie?"
"He lived a lie, my dear."
"Lived a lie? I don't understand how anybody can do that. Didn't he love
you?"
"Once, perhaps, but the love of some men is as variable as the wind,
blowing in many directions."
"But how could he tell you he loved you if he didn't?"
"My dear, men tell women many things that aren't true."
"I don't like to know that." She ceased churning again and thoughtfully
leaned upon the dasher. Suddenly she looked up and then came the
question: "And did they put yo' husband in jail?"
"Oh, no."
"What did they do with him?"
"His friends shrugged their shoulders, laughed and--forgave him."
"And didn't yo' friends try to kill him?"
"Oh, certainly not."
"What did they do?"
"Well, they shrugged--and didn't forgive me."
"But they had nothing to forgive," she replied, with a frown.
"In the world, my dear, that makes no difference." She was silent for a
time and the girl stood motionless, looking at her.
Pages:
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193