Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-11-29
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A dull. dead blank was around him.
a weight on his heart that felt as II
IL could never be lifted again; all was
dark where il had been sunshine a
few hours before. A few hours! II
seemed as though years had elapsed
since last night.
How little had he thought, as ne
fingered with Mary in the moonlit
portico to say his reluctant good
night that it was for the last time
that those little hands would never
be placed confidingly in his; that
gentle voice murmur his name giving
it the sweetest sound ii had ever
borne on mortal lips, no more
How fleeting had been his dream of
happiness aud love !-how dreaFy and
tasteless seemed his life when robbed
of its grace and glory
The weary morning wore away,
and the hour of noon rang out from
the steeple close by. He rose im-
patiently from the sofa, rang for coffee
and some dry toast, hut could not
taste them when they came. He had
eaten no breakfast, and felt faint and
weary from excitement and fatigue,
but loathed the sight of food.
His landlady, kind-hearted elderly
woman, quite compassioned his few
cred and haggard appearance.
Dear Mr.. Morley, but you do look
bad - she exclaimed. You had bet-
ter let me send for Doctor"
James smiled family, and assured
ache. which would wear of after a
while.
He was, indeed, suffering from ak
kWauNa NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. t.ttIco thpnlhaA
and his blood coursed through his
veins with painful rapidity. He tried
to compose himself to sleep, but the
attempt was vain.
Late IN the afternoon, rs he was
sitting in an armchair near the wine
dow, he heard the sound of footsteps
on the stairs leading to his rooms.
Nobody coming to see me. de-
youtly hope,n was his thought.
The hope was vain one. for the
next minute there was tap at his
door, and in answer to his resigned
. Come in!' his landlady flung it
open, and with a beaming face ushered
in-who?
A little lady in a blue silk dress and
a hat with a most bewitching feather
in it, who. without the least show of
baShfulness or timidity, ran up TO him
and clasped her arms about his neck.
"Oh, James how could you-how
could you write me such a note I'll
never-never forgive you.n
She was sobbing on his shoulder.
Mary-Alary, my love, my darling
girl what is this ? What does ii
mean ?'' said James, too bewildered to
comprehend how this state of affairs
could possibly have come about.
g 1t means this That you are had,
bad, odfor-nothing person, who
wants to get rid of me, and I won't
be got nd of-do you hear? Now do
you understand, mgratefI man ~
No, l don't understand, Mary. /
am afraid there is some great mis-
take.'
Yes, there is a great mistake--the
greatest you ever made i'm your life.
/ dare say it was my own fault' tsobl.
. made you think me mean, selfish.
heartless mercenary little wretch,
(s0b), and it was shameful in you to
believe me, and never thought you
would have acted so'' (sob, sob); "but
/ will show you that am just as good
and forgiving as | can be. and I've a
great mind never TO forgive you or
love YOU any more y
With which very lucid and cOnsis-
tent speech Miss Sweet hid her face
and cried more than ever
But. Mary, my dear, dear girl do
you know that I'm ruined man 20
"0f course, know it Papa
knows it, see papa, there; you didn't
think / would be so improper as to
come to gentleman's rooms without
him, did you, sir? and he says it's all
the same; and you are just as silly
as can be-
Pardon me, my dear Mary" hlandly
interposed Mr.. Sweet, of whose pres
ence James had been in total uncon-
sciousness that wits bv no means
my expression. / only said''-
What he said, and what James said
in return, is too long to be repeated
here. Suffice it to say, that James, in
the strength of his newly restored
love, felt equal to making a dozen new
fortunes; but as one will be sufficient
for his needs, let MS hope that it will
not be long before he succeeds in att
tanning it.
He is already on the road to re-
newed prosperity. He has been mar
ried now for over year, and in all
the city there is not happier couple
than Mr.. and Mrs. James Morley.
Mary was not to be done