The Press., 1886-03-11
IN THE DAYS CONE BY.
B1 BoRRRr ,. BuRDnTTH.

Sweet HGtle MaTJOr10 E6nnBqu&ge. 1n6 \ long years roll like sea of memories be- tween me and her school days, and all those days are growing misty to me nov, eyes lighted upon brought back the old times, and the rosy face, wreathed in dim pies and smiles, clear as the summer light. | 1 It was simple little thing to bring her back to me, and yet it touched the hidden springs of memory, and, like magic wand, swept back the curtains that shut the past, and all its golden flood of memo ries came dropping back to me.
 l A little wad of chewing gum, pasted mp on the back of Q chair. l
 Hard as lump of rosin, with the dust of how many seasons of changing house. keepers, with the best of references, set tied upon it. Where now were the rose- tipped fingers that wadded it in it's hiding place? Where were the girlish jaws that h llfe's sunny morning deftly shaped it's shapeless Iumpiness Were they at rest 2 The chances are that they are at anything but rest. Those jaws are older now, and busier. But not at chewing gum. ssGg
 With dull, heavy pain at my heart, I threw the gum away. Had the fates wIlled otherwise -Ah, my Marjorie, what might have been my song to-day ? T
 We drlfted apart after the school days, l OuI III AAAy W4AA1 tsnA 1CSh1G6S A46---4 weut into the life-saving service, and through the influence of my friends who were leaders in the great reform move ment of 'sty-seven and 'thty-nine. I was stationed at small island town in South ern Ohlo-her image never left my breast. 1t is there to-day. It was not good image, because the saIlor-bluf old Ben Bobssay, of the Miami Canal-who Indla- luke d It on, had never seen my Marjorie, and he had to make the image from my description. hluch u httle today when 1 rem, mb, what pang that image gave me, when the bo'sun rubbed in salt to set the colors. An me, if Marjolie's self had nover given me keener pang g! W
 Tired of the Sea and storms at last, l took she train aud sought my boyhoOd's home. With blushes on her cheeks and a smlle on her lips, there to welcome me was Mari 'rie. She was woman, this school glrl 1 had worshiped. How beau tifu4 she was ! and how loved her l.,s
 She lived in beautiful red brick house. with q brass dour-knob and white marble steps, which stood all alone in the midst of 153 square miles of others just like II. She Was an haIfess, I learned, aud made wIgs and switches and bangs ill | Madame Ptalsfrunt's human haIr conser- vatory. She had two glandpapas, but no father. Indeed, she told me it wasn' t nect ssary to go any far, her than that, in Duncantown. ELJ has been an age since I saw you,' said. 1.4
 ''Yes," she sighed, s'orphanage' r
 And then, with heavy heart, knew that my darling had joined the Press lClub. Busy little Marjorie, how often nave seen the snowy, intellectual brows of earth's loveliest made lovelier by the work of her dett hands
 ''They are dett, are they not ?'' said one day, foDdling them with that air of ownership that is such marked charac- teristlc of the upper classes.
 ''They are delft to your nonsense, she said, settling her beautiful hair in place wath them. But as we always cali ed that ''deef'' out in the Ohio seaport where I had dwelt, the charming jeu Q esprat was lost upon me.
 How often, oh, how often, are these pearls of thought cast before our coarser natures by noble women, spurning which, 5 we turn aside and run violently down a , steep hill, to sate our heshly appetites at the trough of the sea sTT5 SsE Ban never smooth the devious course of a true love. Young as was, and inexpel rienced in the ways of 8 great village, my heart told me, and my eyes confirmed the information, that I had rival. ) Reginald Cokestone was handsome man. Had l been woman-which I never was-I would have deemed him beautiful. He wore short square coat an d lean pantaloons, and his willow legs swayed like graceful reeds in the winds that sometimes visited them too troughly. He wore his head inside his collar, and some day-some glad, proud, happy sday-he would have real nous. tache How I envied him Ihad one but listless, bLGSe man of the world that was, had already tired of it. wanted another one, of more fashionable color. Would that had dyed when was young Reginald was lawyer, not dry old limb of the law. but sappy, green young limb. He was limb of the barra tree ir v fact. He was ambitious and told me that some day he would go up on the bench.
 Then, said, ''you will be taken nr on writ of error that's the only way you'll ever get up there a@ @ if , From that hour we were enemies we = spoke when we met, but through ou, clenched teeth. He called me Sir, and ] called him Mister. He circulated evi
 reports about me at the fair of the ssL e dies Mutual Aid and Home Mission Socl ety for the Encouragement of the Workhy : Poor" and l repeated things he neve1 " sad or did in the club room of my lodge : the Sword Swallowers of Jericho. So tht U breach wldened-widenedo on his side. and n widened on mine, until at last 1t became 6 ! pair of brooches. And the years rolled on
 All this time Marjorie was like an Apri . day-all clouds and sunshine, all tears and smiles. And we two men, with hate for each other and love for her raging and : burning in our hearts. An how we haunted her | If he sent her a paper bag full of oranges, I sent in whole bunch of , bananas, fifteen for quarter if | laid an offering of cafamels before her. he came down with the marsh maIlows. Ii Reginald took her out to drive on the c,ble cars, secured box at the Dime Mueeum and gavea theatre party for two. So, i'll thls wild, gddy, naddening whirI Dt gayety and social d4sslpatlon that hrounds out the whole existence of fashion able society, our lives swept on. Some nights was up till haIfspast ten o'clock, and once, the night we went to the Klrmes, we didn't start home till eleven. and the man was putting out the lights on Chestnut street. Flesh and blood could iuot stand this forever and hasidpa I