Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1882-03-23
Won do not believe me, wear the one
in pink, and 1 will know that my
temple of love and hope is closed
forever. Until we meet again,
EEoRGE'


forever. Until we meet again,
GEORGE"
Eva had just received the note and
read it as she heard the rumble OF the
cars outward bound from the station.
The foolish jealousy of the night be-
fore was gone, and she believed all
that her lover had said. She snatch
ed up one of the two scarfs lying up
on divan, and tripped gracefully out
upon the lawn as the train was NOV
ing by.
At one of the windows she saw
George Turner's face, but such
pallid, despairing face! 1t haunted
her for years.
Scarcely knowing what she did, she
turned and entered the cottage.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the
pier-glass opposite, she screamed:
''Oh, the pink scarf ! Oh, George,
George, 1 did not mean it," and fell
in a swOon.
For weeks she lay between life and
death, and her slow and most painful
recovery extended over months.
In the meantime George had reach
ed London and found that his small |
patrimony was 100000. But he was
heart-broken. Eva's cruel answer
robbed the world of beauty and joy.
His unexpected fortune brought him
no happiness. He was wealthy, but
the dream of his youth was gone.
The hope Of his manhood had depart
ed. But single ray of hope re-
mained. He would write to Eva, tell
her of his good fortune, repeat again
the story of his undying love, ask
her to forget her unjust suspicion,
and he would return to her at once,
and forget all for the glorious spring
time of new happiness.
The letter, full af noble and manly
sentiments and tender pleadings, was
sent, but it never made glad the long
ing eyes of the pining Eva. Mamie,
Lewis read tread how hopeless was
her own love, and consigned it to the
flames.
Again and yet again George Turner
wrote to EvaMaynard with the despair
of love. His letters met with the
same fate as the first. The fair and
cruel Mamie Lewis was determined
that the love she sought should not
be another's.
Hopeless at last, George Turner
began to make a tour of the Old
World in the vain search for happi-
ness.
After months and months of con-
tinement Eva was at last able to 60
out upon the lawn, pale and enact
ated, and no longer the Eva of old,
SO bright and joyous. When they
permitted her to 60 out she threw a
blue scarf over her shoulders, and
waited until the incoming train pass
ed by to the station. Her mother
only knew her secret.
The next day she wrote long let
ter to George Turner, explaining her
unhappy mistake, and imploring him
to write that he forgave her, and to
come home once more. This she
sent in care of her lovers solicitor,
whose address she remembered. But
it never went beyond the village post
office and the fair, cruel hands OF
Mamie Lewis.
Then there We're years of weary
waiting grief for Eva Maynard, ant
restless, gnawing sorrow for George
Turner.
: Eva, still pale, recovered a portion
of her former health, but all hel
buoyancy Of spirit was gone. He
beauty became the beauty of martyr
, dom. A tender dementia took pos
session of her. Never a passenge
: train flew by the wel-kept town be
tween the rising and setting of th'
sun, but the passengers saw a fair
slender girl, with blue scarf abou
: her shoulders, looking intently as fo
I some expected face.
d, The village gossips were puzzled
: They knew that a marriage had beel
e broken off, but why they could no
: guess. No word had come to tn
Il village of George Turner since he left
: and he had left no relations benin,
him, as he had been orphan am
alone. Besides Eva, only her mothe
Il and Mamie Lewis knew the secret
+ Ms. Maynard did not care to max
it known. Mamie Lewis dared not
AS the years went by, summer an
a winter alike, Eva's strange acts wer
% an enigma to all. There were Low
y and pity for her in every heart es
. ceot Mamie Lewis and of the tel
y rible wrong that she had committe
both Eva and Mrs. Maynard were i
y ignorance.
Ten years of aimless wandering an
W unfathomable grief had furrowed tn
y smooth brow Of George Turner. II
d had seen all of the Old World tn.
~ there was to see. Then he was seize
q with an indefinable longing to go BAG
, to the quiet village of Roseville, Il
" fountain of his happiness and
~ :. grief alike. For months he foug
" against the feeling, but at last he su
io rendered.
~ AS the train neared Roseville, he tot