The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1890-12-31

as journalist and publisher. He read
it again and again, and noticed the
name amended-such q beautiful name,
too-Grace Tremaine--and such beau.
tiful hand-delicate and sensitive. yet
full of character.
He wondered who the girl could be-
. genius acknowledgement he had never
heard her name in literary circles, and
then the poem-surely it had never
been published-such an exquisite crea-
ton would have been copied through
out the country Something seemed to
tell him that that eloquent messenger
had been blown at his feet by fate;
however, he decided to give it promi-
nent place in the New Years issue Of
his magazine, which would amaze the
gifted unknown If nothing else. He
would also publish an editorial ex-
planning the episode, and he was will
ing to pay any price for the sake of the
adventure.
1t is New Years day, and q SOFT
feathery snow fills the air, busy feet are
hurrying hither and thither, bright
CHEEKY faces look out from wooden
hoods or rich seal-skins, men muffied up
in great coats, and happy children al.
most lost in wealth Of plush and fur.
How joyful is the world! At least
Grace Tremaine thought so, with sick
feeling at her heart, i'll and almost
hopeless, as she made her way among
the throng, hardly knowing where she
was going or why she was there. An
elegantly dressed lady, impatient at hel
slow pace, and eager to pass, pushed
her rudely aside, and she would have
fallen had not gentleman hurried for
ward, and with gentle hand restored
her to her equilibrium. The lady,
looking up quickly, caught the eye Of
the man, and . swift look of recognition
passed between IL en-, which was fol
lowed by no outward demonstration o.
courtesy. On the face Of one was hate
on that Of the other contempt.
Leaning against lighted showcase
Grace soon became lost in admiration
of the beautiful sights before her. Tit
gentleman standing near her watched
with intense interest and admiration
the beautiful, sad-faced girl who seemed
to have forgotten her sorrows in the en-
joyment of the beautiful things dis
played in the window; then he started
forward to render her such assistance
as he could, for surely she must be i'll
Her gaze was fixed as though 1t woul'
consume something before her, tn
tears started to her eyes, and, PLACING
her hand to her head, she reeled Q
though stunned.
"Are you lip" he asked, compassion
ately, and Grace, recognizing in hin
the gentleman who had so kindly as
sisted her but a few moments before
answered "No," while the tears wer
flooding her cheeks.
"I-I-was reading that poem. sir
and" a -.
Isee," he answered, without allow
ing her to proceed; you were readin!
that poem, and it was so very beautiful
that it made you cry. There is a stor
connected with that potm.s I: will etel
tito you" When he had finished h
added: "And there is handsome sur
: of money waiting at my Office for tn
writer whenever she chooses 70 ! cal
for it." =. ...lss..,. .,sl,.. j
) "A sum-of-money?" But Grac
could say no more. for her voice wa
j choked with sobs, aud she buried he
! face in her hands. ....,. -
"Yes. sum of money" he answered
! puzzled at this demonstration of griei
why do you cry, my poor child? Ar
you in need Of money!
yes" she answered, brokenly. ''ver
much in need-of money-and IL
. am Grace Tremaine." 4.
{ Need the rest be told? A few year
later tw,- women are, obliged to NEE
| occasionally in society; one is unmaI
ried, the other Is the gifted and famou
8 wife OF Walter Fletcher, the wealth
publisher. s. s.. ..rt..-- 10
{ Can you guess which 3 the most q
t mired by the world-the once beautif,
b cir, now hardened by disappointment
}. and remorse, or the mild, happy fac
|, made radiant with love and good wi
a towards all-Drake,s Maraxina