KILDARES OF STORM



  " Humph! " said Jemima, and would have liked to add,
"I told you so ! "-but did not dare.
  Thoughts, however, have an annoying way of communicat-
ing themselves independent of words, and Jacqueline nodded
sadly, as though she had spoken.
  "I know. I ought n't to have married Philip-you were
right. I only wanted to make him happier, and I thought
he could go on adoring mother just the same, with me to
comfort him in between whiles. But he won't let me,-he
won't let me! And he 's unhappier than ever.- Oh,
Jemmy, what shall I do"
  Jemima for once was at a loss for advice to offer. She
thought harsh things of her headstrong, single-minded
mother, and yearned over this poor, ignorant, immolated
young creature who seemed destined to waste her loveliness
on those who could not value it.
  "There 's nothing to do," she sighed; adding with a cyni-
cism of which she was not aware, "Except to wait for mother
to grow old. It won't be long now. She can't go on looking
like a girl forever!"
  "Oh, Jemmy!" exclaimed Jacqueline, shocked and flush-
ing. "Philip 's not-that sort!"
"Every man 's that sort, " remarked the experienced Mrs.
Thorpe.



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