Telegram-herald., 1891-02-18

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gasaes tlaroagA heavy paies u eAos.a thai
sS<4e Eaoanting rapidly
sNexsr~neyeKe be nzutfered, IS &c
stro,de along saa earsd hls let hrew ~
Ibe pelting drops II ram
~Neess" SIC s2i4 sally IS she list
enea - his retFe4sins footsteps. Il
was disappointed in hiEi We can
neser b unitea again"
And The wiEd blew and beat upon
that hogss.
Ruth Jarvis fsit that her heart was
bre.Aing. not because her lover wAs
gone. but because she felt that she
ought not long fer his return tie MAS
unworthy of Der love
The sultry days OF summer crept
slowly ey. Autumn breathed upon the
landscape. like the fair daughter 81
Rappacini in Hawthorne's tale. and
every living thing withered and died.
Winter buried its dead ia deep snow
and sang requiems Of the northland
over the white mounds
Ronald McAilister went YEARLY 10
and from his work, yearning for one
word from Ruth. the woman he had
loved and wounded SO grievously.
lie dared not write 10 her, nor even
look al her as they met In the street
He had no trusty friend who could
plead for him. How could he reach herr
One day as he was passing a newsf
stand he saw the little figure he knew
50 well standing az the counter. She
was buying a paper. the heading Of
which he recognized as one Of the lead
! ing journals of the city.
i thought flashed into his heart and
burned there like star OF hope
lie hurried home, seized pen and pa
per ard wrote rapidly and increasingly
till daylight crept in. gray and wan, at
his window.
! On his way downtown he dropped a
thica package of manuscript into the
lctter-box.
What days OF torturing anxiety fol-
| lowed At last il came-thc envelope
bearing the imprint OF the periodical
He tore it open and read:
''OFEIcE OF TIE CoURIEE-Dear Sir:
! Your story entitled 'Ruth's Lover is
accepted. and will be published in our
issue of December IS. Enclosed please
find check In payment for same"
On the morning of December &c Ron
aid stood shivcring az the corner op-
posite the newsstand. He had remained
there several hours watching for her.
The paper was iust-out containing his
story. Would she buy il and read it?
II was signed by an assumed name, bu,
she surely woul9--ah. she Is coming.
She enters the little store, purchases
the paper-his papcr-nnd turns TO &C
out. glancing idly down its columns
He can see her plainly in the brill
isntly lighted interior of the store.
She is about to put the paper in her
sachel when something near the bot
tom Of the page catches her eye. She
reads it eagerly.
4 \
heed him. Ronald can restrain himseli
no longer, but draws near, trembling
with hope and fear.
In that sketch, hastily scrubbed a.
midnight, he has told her story and hi,
own. has portrayed the anguish of tho
rcmorscful lover, his penitence, hii
longing for reconciliation.
She chances up; her eyes are dewy
with tears.
What face is that so near? II is his.
''Ronald.''
''Ruth-darling, Forgive me-
And, although the notice was rathe
sudden, the wedding did take place OF
that bright New Years day, after all.
ENvoI
Reader. hare you OWNED? This i
my own story; this is ny own paper
am Ruth's lover. VIII she see thi
and forgive me?-Willis Boyd Allen, il
Bostop Courier.