The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-10-08
An. I must say if I'd been in thai

question d1Orc now. w mar IL We u1O =
trimmer little craft n Meg? Clean cut
and purity on the outside, an big an
clean an roomy ter heart All she's
earnin' money fer is ter make us COM
Portable in our old days, an fer my
part I'd ruther see her comfortable in
her young ones I'll get her husband
if kim
Then this ancient mariner went out
to craftily propose sail by moonlight
ests he had SO greatly at heart He
found them sitting facing one another
on the two little settees of the back
| porch, spellbound and dumb. They
had each heard every word, and neither
| had power to move
Margaret recovered first, and with
out look toward anyone she arose
and went into the, house, past her
mother and up to her own room No
one spoke to her or attempted to stop
her; there was that in her face which
forbade it.
Five minutes latter. when the cot
| tage door closed, each of the three left
behind had the same thought: ''She
has gone to walk it off on the sands"
And-one Of the three, the youngest;
concluded that he would go and walk
it off with her. His chance would be
poor enough, perhaps, but it was a
chance he had long since decided to
take, and delayed-because unspoken
| love is sweet.
: He did not find her. Nobody foun
her, but her trunk and typewriter Wen.
away by that evenings boat.
A year later John Allen was again
off for his vacation, but he carefully
avoided Nantucket. He went to the
mountains, there to rest and to try to
forget" He was graver and s:erner
than he had been year before: ap-
parently he needed rest more badly.
He was determined to put his 'Sconset
romance forever out of mind. Men
lived without lung and did much
good work, too; why shouldn't he try
the experiment of living minus heart,
yet accomplishing fine things? OF
course there was no why.
On the evening when he arrived at
the hotel where he intended to recre.
ate, he noticed the servants. "Ah. this
is one of those houses where college
students are mattresses and walters.
I'll look into it and see if it won't make
a column for the Sunday edition. That
is, if can manage to put the thing in
a new light
A guest sitting near him called
'Maggie?''
Allen started. 1t was a foolish habit
ne had acquired during the past year:
when any change rung upon the name
of Margaret it reused his interest. But
he did not look around. He mantally
slapped the vacuum which his lost
heart had left and went on eating flap
Jacks: foc which he should not be
blamed. White mountain tlap-j acks
are famous.
Maggie, another plate of them,
| please. About twenty-four. l never
ate such pan-cakes!' said the other
diner.
Neither had John Allen. But TWEEN
tyfour! That order would give real
istic flavor to the prospective column
and the journalist locked up. Though
| he didn't see the hungry guest. He
saw, instead. little figure in print
gown and white apron, moving away
| down the dining-room with an alert
briskness native to only two people on
| this planet-''mother" and mothers"
| daughter. He rushed after the figure,
and caught it before it vanished kitchen
| wards. The student-waitresSes stared,
comprehended and looked away.
| Aliens hand fell on Margarets
shoulder with such an eager clutch
that she screamed and dropped the
plate she was carrying. Then she
turned pale. but her assailant did not
allow her to faint. He tucked her arm
| into his and marched her out of the
house and down into the Glen" She
was forced to go or make a scene
| In the Glen he released her, or
| placed her on a rock and stood guard
| over her.
Now. little girl. I've captured you.
There'll be no more time lost Meg
Margaret-Maggie, will you marry
| me?"
NO. sir"
'Why not?"
IL don't-once was literary
woman. L on tOlu me tnal you C1Cn
| like that kind"
Il don't But you were never liter.
ary."
Il was. l wrote book
''Yes. The .'Sconset Romance Well.
punished you for that. mo matter.
You'll never write another
Il will if like
You won't like
Pooh. Humph,
How did You happen to start on
such a distressing career?''
''Oh, could always write. l wanted
money"
Il thought SO. You had no special
laundering for fame?"
''Bosh. for fame. never thought of
fame. even in my 'authoress' days. /
had to do something to help. and that
came easiest"
''Revenons nos moutons. Maggie
Margaret Meg, viii you marry me?"
''Why?'
Il love you For your retaliation.
For my expiration. 1t was l who killed
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