The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-11-26
pain which his loving, impulsive friendship
for Howard Glen had brought upon them

pain which his loving, impusive friendship
for Howard Glen had brought upon them
ALL"
Hs had begged of John Clements not to
tell them of the deadly bullet which his own
hand had sent so near to his young heart,
that through his blind, boyish devotion to this
man he had drawn and -given him moneys
from time to time, trusting in his assurance
Of large return. But at last, when ex-
posnre could no longer be ayerttd and How
ard Glen had acknowledged that all was
hopelessly lost, the poor dupe could see no
way to save his friend from disgrace but to
lie and bury the shame in his own grave.
But John Clements had something to say
why death should not enter there. Already
he had summoned the best medical aid, had
done everything that was possible to be done,
quietly and promptly; aye, this unasSuming
clerk, upon whom SupcrciliOuS Mr.. Glen had
looked with plying contempt, now turned
out to be one of the wealthlest Directors of
the bank, his supposed clerkship beiEg only
the qualification of n whim. He 1t was now
who strove with might and main to ward off
death and disgrace from those whom he
loved
When Howard Glen had gone away
silently and forever; when the deficiency
in the bank had been quietly replaced; and
Harry was recovering as if by miracle;
then and not till then was Edith told the
miserable story, and at the same time John
Clements bid her goCd-by, as he was going
away, ''perhapS," he added, 'tOr long
time"
II am sorry you are going away now" she
replied. She had come to regard him as a
friend whom they could i'll afford to lose
even for time.
''Oh, for littla while only" he replied,
perhaps a year or so. l need a rest and some
of my friends are, going over TO England"
"We will give you three months, short
months at that" chimed in Harry from the
lounge. II have urgent reasons for limiting
your leave"
And so he went away, leaving a void in
one heart that he little dreamt CT.
year had nearly gone by. The name OF
Howard Glen had never been mentioned in
that time. 1t seemed easy enough to forget
him.
To Edith the past seemed like disagree
able dream. The quiet seclusion in which
| she had lived for the past year had been
| fruitful in sensible reflection. With the
| falling OF the scales came 4 clearer vision
| and q more distinct remembrance of uncon-
| sidered kindness and patient love of John
| Clements. How many things now stood out
| in bright relief in his favor. bright
| picture with very dark background. This
| once proud girl would gladly have knelt at
| John Clements feet now and humbly begged
| forgiveness.
II seemed long time since John Clements
| went away. Verify the love which has
| gratitude for basis is stronger and deeper
l
upon gllded show. How easy it seemed now
| to frd golden heart beneath the thick
| guise of homeliness and homespun.
| John Clements came home at last. He
| made a hasty and. to Editi's mind, a very
ceremonious visit, which panied her so that
! it could be read in her pale face. Mr..
| Clements drew some satisfactory conclusions
| therefr0m, but his manner remained almost
sternly cold and polite.
And so matters continued for several
| months until one evening when they stood
together in the bay-window watching the
sunset. The shadows deepened around
| them while he talked calmly Of English
scenery and things he had seen in his
| travels, apparently not thinking Of the
| woman at his side. When it was quite dark
| the quiet brown eyes became very watchful
| of her, and when she shiyereu slightly and
murmured something about shawl he
| gently, and very coolly for him, put his arm
around her waist and drew her nearer to
| him. There seemed no need of shawl
after that, and those two stood long time
In the window feeling very like two people
who had been by some miSchance separ-
ated for long time.
Harry came bounding into the room look
ing for Mildred, but, after dumfounded
glance and an awkward pause, retreated In
more orderly manner, saying to himself as
he softly closed the door behind him,
Ghosts" GRACE MAHONEY.