Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1892-08-04


10 intended to treat her. she had
hooged him TO be less kind-to put
her away from him. She never forgo'
aIf o could be happier away from
mo Won should be free. You say ne
docs NOT want your love. j want al
least your friendship, your comrade-
ship"
The opera house was packed. Bern.
hardt was giving a performance VI
~aClaonatra.D In one of the boxes SAT
Mr. and Mrs. Evelyn and many were
the o~pera-glasses directed to"aru
them. cL,
Elizabeth was lost in the play. She
listened breathlessly TO the passionate
words of the queen. II was thus she
could love. At that moment her eyes
wandered from the stage and feh upon
the upturned face of the nan icr
whose sake she had made kind Marx 5
life so barren. l.,
Are YOU iii, dear?" whispered her
husband-he was quick to note every
change in her.
They left the theater.
The next day Elizabeth was able 70
control herself when Mark said:
"There is a Mr.. Hugh Whittill here
from your old home. He has
my permission to call"
How could she tell her husband hat
this man was mis- rival? So Mark
brought temptation into his wife's life.
Huoh WhittiA was not a villain in
tLn NrpTI He had
admired Elizabeth Gilman, but could
not afford to love, much less marry a
poor Girl. She had not hidden her
liking for him. He was not o
flirting: there would be no danger to
himself now-she was a married
woman
Mark treated Whittill cordially, in
wiling him often to drive and dine
with them. Elizabeth observed toward
him a cool politeness. =,
This course of conduct caused Hugh
Whittill to think that he had loved her
very desperately in the past, after all,
and loved her still.
One evening the three were at the
Cliff house. Mark went to order some
refreshment; Elizabeth stood on the
end Of one of the long galleries, watch
ing the waves. .
The crowd had dispersed, the last
car had departed, she believed herself
t o be alone.
How grand the ocean looked! So
endless! 1t reminded her of n thing
Marks love for herself. She re-
membered the poem on her photo
graph:
When love is strong
1t never tarries to!take heed.
"a beautiful thought" said Hugh
Whittill. who had approached unOb-
served. "You were thinking that this
great understanding ocean is like a
strong love"
Elizabeth's heart beat violently.
Her cheek flushed deeply. Hugh no
| ticed this and went on, eagerly:
and it is. Elizabeth-like mine for
YOU! Why did you not wait for me?
Why did you not know that l loved
you9"
The next moment was like n year to
Elizabeth. This man had occupied
her heart for the last six years; she
had believed he would occupy it for-
ever; for his sake she had put aside
her husbands noble affection that
spent itself so generously upon her
taking nothing, giving all.
After all this weary time of craving
what she had wanted might be hers
under altered conditions, and could it
be that she did not care because
morally it was out of her reach.
She was shocked for n moment, then
a prayer Of thanksgiving burst from
her soul. She knew what it meant
she loved her husband!
Her heart grew lighter at each
breath. She felt like laughing in her
delight. She turned TO Hugh Whit
till.
81 was thinking of my husband, /"
she said. His love for me is like that
ocean-only wider and deeper. And
mine for him is like it too-thank
Godl"
When Mark returned she went to his
side and took his arm and he won
dered what had made her SO glad.
That night, when they reached their
sitting-room, Elizabeth went to him.
Mark" she said, Il have something
| to tell you. viii you help me-"
She put her hand into his. As he
clasped it he felt Eow it trembled.
~Do l not always help you,my dear?"
he said gently.
MARX, Hugh Whittill was the mar
/ told you about and he did are for
me after all"
Marks heart felt dead. This then
was what had brought the gladness to
her eyes.
Il understand" he returned. you
shah be free"
He turned to leave the room. But
Elizabeth called to him:
MARX! Mark! Don't you see how
it is? l don't want to be free.
want"
But she was sobbing so that she
could no longer speak.
"What is it, dear?" said Mark,
eagerly.
Il want you, Mark. love you!"
And without waiting for him to come
to her she ran and threw her arms
around his neck.-W aueriy Magazine.
Don't Forget to Remember.
That good lieutenants do not always
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