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Matrimonial Adventures Mrs. Redmond's Maximilian Foster 4 Author of "Oi* vnuattbw M*a." "KMplnr Up Appear ance#," "Shocwtrln* "Th# Whirlpool," "Rich Mao, Poor *Un," ud "Tin Tr*p," Copyright by United r?*tur* SjradtoaU BY MAXIMILIAN FOSTER Maximilian Foster says of him self that he write* only when there la no flahlng! And fishing U more than a hobby with him, for he haa Invented a fly that la not only a winner In snaring trout, but haa equal merit In catching salmon. He will talk to you at length about the piscatorial sport, but he Is most reluctant to tell you how and when he started his career as an author. I met him first some years ago In Maine, and it took all day be fore I elicited the following facts: Due to a desire to support him self by writing, he Joined the news paper world for the reason that lie believed that the newspapers sup plied the best experience. "The young writer," he says, "has little experience of life, but on a news paper he not only widens his own, but gains a knowledge of other people's." Mr. Foster's first story, 10,000 words In length and sold to the Atlantic Monthly, was written en tirely at night In a newspaper of fice. He was doing rewrite work at the time, and would wrlto down a page of that and then turn to a page of hla own story. It was a long and laborious Job, but after that first succeas he sold many stories to th? Atlantic Monthly. He haa written much fiction which appeared In the leading magazines. Mr. Foster attributes his success to his eight years of work In the newspaper world, but he has an other record. During the time we were In the great war he was Unit ed States government correspond ent abroad. "Mrs. Redmond's Shame," written expressly for the Star Author Se ries of Matrimonial Adventures, carries lt? ovfn particular message to the married. * MARY STEWART CTJTTINO, JR. It was a quarter to eight that morn ing ? a full fifteen minutes past the usual hour ? when the door of Red mond's bedroooin opened and Redmond hastily emerged. In the same haste he hurried toward the stairs. He was late, that was all there was to it ? late at breakfast ; and, as he reached the stairs, his eyes on the hall clock as he brisked along, his absorbed, somewhat boyish face wore on It a look of con cern not unmixed with guilt. "Dear, dear I" he clucked. To be late at one's own breakfast table Is, of course, not so heinous an offense; but, as Redmond's haste de noted, th$ case here was different. Time ? and1 with It promptness ? natu rally concerned a woman as active and Influential as Redmond's wife. At any rate, In the life, the career she had made for herself, Mrs. Redmond long had found It necessary to regulate her day to a schedule, every minute of ' which was actively employed. She was, In fact, that Myrta Redmond whose prominence as president of the Wom en's State Civic Federation was state wide, If not national ; and with the de mands this and h'er other activities made upon her, It was only reasonable that Redmond should do nothing to conflict with her appointed plans. He was, It seems, the minor official of an Insurance company In the city. An absorbed and reticent, self-ef facing person, Redmond seldom If aver came In contact with his wife's official life. KveL If he had, however, It's un Ufeoly that he would have made much ?f impression on her wide circle of acqutdntances, her social and political associate?. Among people of affairs, the selected, active set that surround ed Myrta Redfnond, he would have been adjudged obscure, perhaps Inef fectual ? In a word, one they termed "domestic." That, Indeed, was the word. True, once In his wife's career, though It was only once, Redmond had appeared aR honorary secretary of a meeting Mrs. Redmond had convened, the original appointee having succumbed at the final moment to a distressing at tack of migraine. His shy embarrass ment, however ? his Ignorance, too, of the mere fundamentals of parliamen tary law ? at once had betrayed his un? fitness; and, propelled from one em barrassing blunder Into another, the ladles, his wife's associates and her self Included, had diplomatically re lieved him of the place. The hall downstftlrs was long and spaclout. It wan. In fact, In character with all tha hout* spacious not only, but even vast. However, though there were only these two to occupy it ? they, John ^tedmond and hla wife?' this, too, had Ita explanation. Space, or a? Myrta termed it, "scope," Myrta In her actlv* life needed naturally; and It waa for this the house had been selected, a habitation suitably room* able for comiplttee meeting*, tor cau cuses and the like. But then, tMs air of largeneaa, of "scope," was due Aot entirely to the alte of the structut * ft* self; the furnishings ? that, or, ratner, the lack of them, accented this; and, as Redmond hastened albng the hall, the sight of lta present bare emptiness prlckad him with another thrust o t . a ^ * Tonight a meeting, crnocus, was to be held. Myi^as candidacy and her campaign Cor a state office were to be dlacuaaed ; th? man-of-all-work, on? ?h , ? t88k- h8d be^Q move "? th< Uble8 and 0ther U i?!??8, Later' they would be re 8 ?f fold,n* 8tooI? bar tered from the local undertaker. . ^ed,"ond'8 concern grew more evt ^aS 8tUl hurrying; but as he reached the breakfast room and ,n8lde he stopped abruptly. Hello!" he exclaimed. Mr!?h<Tj^reakfa8t room *as vacant. Mrs Redmond was neither there, nor, 88 appeared, had she already break a!ld g?ne: aad' "taring at her empty place, Redmond's astonishment grew. The d^ was one of vital importance 1 8 Kwlfe- ,At 8 p. m. the caucus would be called ; and from now till then every moment of her time would e taken, planning, arranging, seeing fellow members, marshaling all her forces for the night. The office she sought was that of state supervisor. ^ BPeX 0f aM her P^wnt activities and ambitions; and, as Red mond knew too, her candidacy for the place was to be no easy victory. Al ready opposition had reared Its head; and his air of questioning, his astonish h!h, *row,n* on him, Redmond hur rledly drew out his watch. He had made no mistake, however, it was a quarter to eight? fifteen mln ute? past the hour; and again Red mond shot a glance at his wife's va cant place. . j88 8tl11 landing there, watch in hand and wondering, when the pan try door opened, and a gaunt, angular ngure in cap and apron appeared. It wag a maid, the Redmond's waitress. bluntly? late'' 8he greeted ftt>rupt'ly, Redmond knew he was. That, how ever, did not concern him now. Neither was he the more concerned In the maid s brusque abruptness. Of his own .choice, Redmond* would have preferred a different, less thln-llpped, sere and fllnt-eyed Hebe to serve him his repasts; but Mrs. Redmond, natu rally, had made the choice. The wom an, Harriet Llpp, was a protoge of hers, a fragment. In fact, of that hu man social-wreckage Myrta Redmond. In part with her career, made It ' a habit to snatch from troubled waters and relaunch again in life. The wait ress, in fact, owed not only her pres ent place to Mrs. Redmond, she owed also her liberty to her, Mrs. Red mond's influence with the state pardon board having obtained Harriet Llpp'g release from a three-years' sentence In the penitentiary. As Mrs. Redmond, however, had pointed out, It was for a crime of violence, not one of Ignoble meanness or stealth, for which Har rlet had been committed ; but of this distinction, a difference In Mrs. Red mond's view, Redmond was not think ing now. "Where's your mistress?" he In quired. "Upstairs." the woman answered, briefly. The reply, too, was as blunt, as brusque as it was brief; and, his dis taste of her growing, Redmond stared at the woman. h?"Wv?1 18 Mrs- Rodraond coming down?" he asked. * Harrjet Llpp'H air did not alter. She ain't," she answered, and Red mond started. "What?" "She's breakfasting abed," said Har rlet Llpp, "In bed?" Redmond echoed "Uh huh !" repeated Harriet Llpp. Ja*ue,y ^rturbed now, Redmond wondered to the table In the same wonder he drew out a chair Trl Meate!luhim8e,f' the ma,d wash ing him with hard, oggresslve eyes. It ^nnHn?ihln,K, new' thon*h, that Red mond should breakfast alone. Often was up and away even before he had come downstairs. There were days 22 oftZ we?T *hen her off,c,ai d?: i **' pwubll<; affairs, called her entirely from her home. No, to be alone was nothing new. But now . . . Mrs Red mond breakfasting in bed. That was new, yes. * woman's trick-that breakfast In bed It was a trick, too, a woman's k 8 8?rt thRt Myrta heretofore would have scorned. The soft, the In dulgent. the femininely feminine thing* MrP?Ularif, Presumed of womankind, Mrs. Redmond Instinctively and con temptuously disdained. To her thev meant but on. thm*. ? con^on Z sex, the weakness a confession of *Z ? Thp par,ty nt the sexes, the abolition, rather, of all sex. that was Mrs. Redmond's watchword "Here!" Redmond sold sharply to fee ,,ni 'hrln* m? my efirsrs and cof^ He sat there! staring at his hands. Something had happened, ho nnw that ; something visibly out of tho way. Red mond, In fact, in the twelve years of hlf*? married life, had grown, If only subconsciously, too familiar with his wife's ways, her habitude, not to sense that something unusual had occurred to her. Its Indications, however, were not merely the otherwise trivial cir cumstance* .of her breakfasting In bed ; of Ikte he had noted In his wife's usual calm, her somewhat complacent self-restraint, a hint of nerves, of tem perament ? a reaction as If she labored unde^ some secret weight, a burden. Uneasy, now, a frown puckered on his brow. What had troubled her? he pondered, his uneasiness gaining ground. It was rarely, If ever, now, In these liter years that Mrs. Hedmond con flded In the man she'd married. Be tween the two It was ss if the usual marital situation had become reversed ? ha, hot she, the dependent; she the master hand. The change, however. If such hart happened, *aa not Ju*t equitable ; ft>r Redmond, tf he the Inferior, bent under whet t1 Anal ly was a double responsibility, tl it of the provider, the one who broug it In tho living ; with that, he. to a 1 In tents and purposes, ran the houa hold as well. Of that never mind, however. With all the other calls on Mrs. *led rnond there might have been no house hold, save that John Redmoud had stepped Into the breach. He had not complained. Overshadowed by his wife, submerged In her growing promi nence, the added task John Redmond had shouldered as If a duty, his." He was not thinking of It now4 He was not thinking, either, of how he himself had become submerged, thrust inconspicuously Into the background of their married life. Wonder still reigned among his thoughts ; and, In their confusion, his mind leaped with a quick Informality from one thought to another. It Is the way with those who mull things over, solitaries. Some thing wns wrong, wrong with Myrtn Redmond ; and his mind dwelt on that ; something wrong with Myrta. With Myrta, yes, not Just Mrs. Red mond. You understand, no doubt. In other words, there were In Redmond's mind two figures, always two : Myrta. first ; then ? well, the other, Mrs. Red mond. The two were vividly distinct. Myrta, the one he'd married, had (to him) never changed; she still was the one. the same; but the other, the Mrs. Redmond who'd taken his name, still was using it ? she and Redmond were far apart. It was only at odd Intervals now, brief and far apart, that the Myrtn he'd married came back to him. She wan still there, though. She was there now. Trouble .... A "mere" husband, an appendage Well, the term fitted well enough. It was queer, though, the twist the mo ment gave to it. In trouble, if she were; Mrs. Redmond was not merely Mrs. Redmond. He was a husband ? yes ; and Instinctively to him she be came transformed. She was Myrta ; and as Myrta, his wife, if Myrta need ed help .... Redmond, startling, had half risen from his. chair when the pantry door opened, and the woman, Harriet Llpp, stalked forth. "There's y'r eggs," she pronounced. Redmond resumed his seat. To Myrta he could have flown, offering aid. To Mrs. RedmOnd ? well, that was different. He sat there, mooning. The Llpp woman had withdrawn; and his eggs grew cold within the cup. Mulling It over, his thoughts were now going at full tilt, galloping. In the way with those who moon, who mull, one thing ran Into another, piling up in magni tude. If something really was wrong, what was It? A hundred thoughts raced Into his mind . . . Politics , , , Schemes . . . Plots for place, for pow er, . . . With women, women didn't differ much from men. Politics, too, were Mrs. Redmond's dally pabulum. Had she done something? Had she compromised herself? Unwitting had she let herself Into something ugly? Vague stories, sinister whispers of poli tics, public affairs, leaped Into his re membrance. Her ambitions he knew. He knew^ too, that she ? that Is, Mrs. Redmond ? would make no distinction in methods. "In politics no sex" was the watchword of these women, Mrs. Redmond's associates, hers as well. They fought with the same tools as the men. Rut If Myrta .... Myrta again ? Myrta, not Mrs. Red mond. An exclamation, sharp, ex plosive. escaped him. Shoving back ills chair he rose abruptly. Harriet Llpp, as If her eye had been glued to the crack in the pantry door, at once shoved It open. "Say, you ain't et y'r breakfus* !" she barked. Redmond had flung down his napkin on the cloth. He looked at the figure in the doorway. "What did your mistress say?" he demanded. Harriet Lipp's eyes narrowed de fensively. "Say when?" she countered. "This morning? Just now!" rapped Redmond, his temper rising. "Is she HIT' he snapped again. "No, she ain't!" the woman an swered. "Then why Isn't she coming down?" asked Redmond. With direct finality the woman an swered him. "She's a-breakfustln' a bed," nnld Harriet Llpp. That ended It. For a long moment afterwards the hard-fentured maid stood there at the pantry door, one hand at her breast, her face strained as she gazed after him. A hrenth escaped her. The mys tery of all this, though, was not re vealed to Redmond. Already he was at the stairway hurrying upward. Mrs. Redmond's room was at the front of the house, on the floor above. For years ? four years now, nearly five ? she and her husband had occu pied separate rooms. As Redmond reached the door he ppused. Ills hand uplifted, he made as If to knock, tlien desisted. Standing there, he put one ear to the panel and listened. It was only for an Instant, though. The next lajdant, without even the formality of a knock, he thrust open the door and stepped Inside. "Myrtn I" he exclaimed. flhe lay there among the coverings of the bed, her back to him ; and as he entered, calling to her, she did not move. Along the pillows the masnes of her thick, silky hair, like ropes of burnlahed copper, lay strewn; and above the counterpane a limp, slender arm, girlishly rounded and pink, re vealed Itself. flhe wri still young, only a year or so over thirty; and now, as Redmond looked at her, her figure among the coverings seemed appeal* ingly alight and youthful. Mora than that, though, In Ita supine poae at the moment there waa a (aggestlon of lax lty, of halpless dejectloa that ho wm Quick to ?Qe. "Myrta !'N he cried again. She answered him then. It was, however, Mrs. Redmond rather than the Myrta he called who spoke. Nor j did she turn. From among the pillows her voice rose, formal and precise ? j the voice of Mrs. Redmond, the public woman's voice. "What Is It?" she inquired. Redmond paused midway across the room. His air, his look, eager and anxious, altered, too. "You all right?" he questioned. A pause. She still did not turn, and In the pause he stirred uncomfort ably. Thfcn from the bod came her ; voice, Its note, as before, still precise. I "All right? . . . Why do you ask, ! pray?" Uncertainly, he took a step toward her. "Why, you see, you didn't come to your breakfast," he faltered. Again she replied, this time with a change, a note of petulance in her voice. "I'm breakfasting here," she said. "I know ? but the meeting ? tonight's , ? your time," he faltered again. Another pause. Then, from the pll? lows the reply. It came slowly, as If, ' with the effort, ponderously. "There Is to be no meeting, ** said Mrs. Redmond. "What?" interrogated Redmond. A movement of restless Impatience stirred among the pillows. "I have called It off ? canceled It." Perplexed, he ruffled up his brows. "You have postponed It?" he In- ] quired. There was again a movement among the pillows, sharp, vehement, visibly emphatic. "I have told you once," Mrs. Red mond said, as sharply; "there Is to be no meeting. That Is enough, Isn't It?" seh uttered crisply. "Myrta !" exclaimed Redmond. Swiftly he hastened to the bed. In the same haste, the alert alarm bred of his concern for her, he laid a hand upon her shoulder. "Myrta ! . . . My dear I" "Let me alone, pray !" Mrs. Red mond directed annoyedly. The hand on her shoulder she shook away. With the same movement she drew the coverings about her. This, too, she did with a col<T, formal delib eration whose dignity was unmistak able. Now, however, wonder, trepida tion, too, had the better of Rpdmond, and he missed the majestic rancor of the gesture. "Myrta, what's wrong? What's hap pened? Tell me I" he cried. She turned then, momentarily tense, her features vital with the emotion she still strove to repress. Her voles harsh, she spoke ? Mrs. Redmond. "You, of course, would not under stand. It's ended ? that's all," she said. Redmond gaped. "Bnded ! What's ended?" "Everything ? for the time, anyway," she replied. "I'm done for, that's enough. Isn't It?" "Done for?" Her lip for an Instant curved bit terly. "You heard me!" she returned. "Yon don't suppose for a moment, do you, that I could run now for that office l" She laughed harshly. "This year?" She laughed again, the laugh more rasping; and, his Jaw dropping, agape, Redmond stared at her. "Myrta !" Among the pillows she again gave her shoulders a shrug. "Bah I . . , Fancy facing those wom en now I" The women she meant he knew. They were those other women, her as | soclates ? public women like Mrs. Red mond herself. Why, however, she could not face them Itedmond had yet to grasp. Startled, he caught swiftly at his breath. Then, as he stared down at her, the thought, the suspicion al ready that morning engendered In his mind, Raw In her strained, embittered face the answering echo, an affirma tive. Shame! . . . "Myrta," said Redmond, his vole* thick, "what hava you done?** "ir She looked up at him sharply, tosa Ing from her brow the thick, bronsed masses of her hair. "What t You mean you don't ? don't understand?" "What's wrong, Myrta? Tell me," said Redmond, stoutly. "I'll help you, I'll stand by you, dear. If It's trouble ? If even It's wrong?" "Wrong?" "Yes, If even shame ? H He got no further. A laugh, sharp and Intolerantly bitter nnd disgusted, came 'from nmong the pillows. It , caught Redmond midway In his words, nnd left him, like a stranded flnh, gasp ing Impotently. "You dolt, you numbskull!" said Mrs. Redmond. She told him then. It was to Red mond, too, the news was, as If she, Mrs. Redmond, had reached from the bed and felled him to the floor. * He stood riveted. Then Into his fare, his eyes, leaped the light, transfiguring like a swift burst of sunshine through a cloud. "Myrta!" he shrilled. Radiant, quivering to his feet, had he dared he would have reached down and gath ered her to his arms. He dared not, thongh. ft was Mrs. Redmond, her face distorted with the bitterness of her defeated ambitions, that gaxed up at hlra from among the plllowa. "Pshaw!" she said, her Hp curled anew ? "you're like all men, all yon husbands. That's alt you think about P* She gave her shoulders another dis gusted, embittered shrug. "Go away ? ? leave me; I want to sleep," she s&M. Redmond went. It was as if hs want too, treading the notintalfttif* MPftOm UMFOt* ?fTDUIATlOHM SundaySchool ' Lesson '? (By REV. P. B. FITZWATER, D. D., Teacher of Er,*Ush Bible tn the Mootljr Bible Institute of Chicago.) Copyright, lilt, Wuurn 'Newspaper Union. LESSON FOR MAY 27 ISAIAH, THE 8TATE8MAN AND PROPHET - LESSON TEXT ? Isaiah 6:1-13. GOLDEN TEXT-Here am I. send ms.? Isaiah ti :8. REFERENCE MATERIAI^-II Chron icles 26:?J; 32:20; laalah 1:6; 7:1-17; 8:1-1; 9:1-7 ; 11:1-10. PRIMARY TOPIC? Isaiah Who Was Ready. JUNIOR TOPIC? Isaiah's Call to Serv ice. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC) ?Isaiah's Work for Hit People. YOUNO PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC ?Isaiah, the Stateaoum and Prophet. I. Isaiah's Vision of tho Lord (vt. 1-4). No one's ministry will ever be fruit ful until he has had a vision of Jeho vah. The scope of his tasks and the power to perform services will be lack ing until he sees God. 1. He Saw the Lord on His Throne (v. 1). The prophet's gaze penetrated to the very throne of the eternal. We need tiot so much know things con cerning Qod as to have a vision of Him, even to see Him on H1b throne. Surely now, as perhaps never before, with the awful darkness settling down upon the world and the foundations of culture and civilization, Institutions and governments are tottering, we need a vision of the enthroned Lord. 2. He Saw the Seraphim Above, (vv. 2, 3). Whatever form or rank these things have, they clearly are ministers of the Most High. Their standing In dicates that they were In readlneas to do His bidding. Their equipment with six wings show s the celerity with which they executed His will. In the Divine presence they find different uses for. wings. One pair was needed to veil the seraph's head from the "intolerable ef fulgence" of the glory. One pair veiled the feet, which had been soiled In the execution of the commission. The third pair was suspended In midair while waiting to depart on any errand which the Lord willed. All ceaselessly cried, "Holy, holy, holy." The suprem? at tribute of Jehovah Is holiness. It Is for this that His creatures worship and adore Him. The treble repetition doubtless refers to the triune Qod. Holy Is the One who created us, holy Is the One who redeemed us and holy Is the One who sanctifies and keeps us. From the position of God's throne i they see tho whole earth filled with His glory. 3. He Saw Manifestations of Majes ty (v. 4). As the holy ones cried tha very door posts moved and the temple was filled with smoke. Smoke Indi cates the Divine presence In anger (Ex. 19:8; 29:18). This indicated that the selfishness. Idolatry and ingrati tude of Israel provoked God's anger. II. Isaiah's Conviction of Sin (v. 6). When the prophet got a vision of the holy God he was smitten with a sense of sin. This Is always true. The reason that men think well of them selves Is that they have never seen God. Face to face with the Lord, Isaiah saw himself as wholly vile. He realized that he had sinned In speech and, (t In speech, then In heart, there fore the cry of despair. He was not only guilty himself, but was living In the midst of an unclean people. III. laalah Cleansed From 8ln (fr. 0, T). 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