Evening journal., 1892-11-10

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to overhear their remarks nc the close of
the contest. Now, Annie, tell me what
you wished sail Katie. We'll, wished
! might go 10 heaven. And what did
You wishy 'Wel. Annic'-with her con-
vulsive little giggle-did You ever see
anybody giggle as that girl does, DonT
"Never But what was her wish !"
"'Wel. said she. ] wished / might
be the first to get married. Annier while
/ Annie capped HE climax by retorung
Wen. il that aini just like you, Katie
| Ricel IN risk yon to always wish the
best for yourself
Donald laughed long and loud at this
! olle He was in mood TO make the
most of the smallest pleasantly May
each get her wishl' he pously eiaculated.
And so they agreed that marriage Is
nther better than heaven. on the
whole?
ooh, decidedly better, it would seem,
turning to him a bright, mirthful face
How pr'y and girlish she looked IN
that easy attitude. her face flushed
with the warn freight her hands
,lasped around her knees In careless
l0andonl And it was remarkably pleas
ant chatting there in that coy old
hme fashion. Donald wanted TO keep
the bali of conversation rolling, not car
ing much what was said
"Who is it who says that marriage Is
like a city beseged-all those who are
out want TO get in, while those who are
in an want TO get outr smiling comfort
ably across at her AN the brightness
was gone from her face on the instant
"a volume of truth in the ohserva-
tion, is there not" she returned icily,
taking up q paper a personal item
caught her eye the next moment, DR..
and Mrs. Rogers are spending aiew days
in Denver" All. yes. that explained
Donalds presence at home on this par
ticular afternoon Mrs Rogers always
Kept open house on Sundays.
~ hope yon don't think that meant
any reflection. I'm sure you could not
make any personal application of that
stupid quotation" poor Donald blun-
lered awkwardly
"Why, certainly not; how could ~
with a sarcastic little laugh, the ugly
red he had learned TO know SO well han-
ing in her checks "Of course we could
not possibly want TO get ont We are so
happy together you aud /.
81 most certainly don't want 20 get
ont said Donald sturlily, poking Che
fire "And, hy the way, that reminds
me, not explaining the connection. i
5 beg pardon, but / really forgot TO give
! you this letter. Il came this morning
From Gayw She exclaimed sur
prised, as she took it from his hand
She had heard but rarely from Gray in
the months since be had gone at her bid
ding. He bad proceeded down into Mex.
d leo, looking up the old hacienda where
she had lived as q child, and several let-
, ters he hnd written at FIRST. counting
] confidently on her interest In the lamil
lar scenes, but Anita never answered
She sat for a long time now abseutly
] twisting the unopened letter IN ben
hands, thinking of all that had happened
since Gray had said, "He viii teach sou
TO know the worth of love like mime
Wen. she had learned the lesson as h,
: said she would Strange 10 she lad moi
through an those days of smiling cold
[ ness. when Donald and she bad siIivw
each 90 outdo the other I'M the cool cuur
3 tesy of utter Indifference. 100 tas scenn
chat had come later. when irrepra sbh
J anger had worked ia way To ih. surlac,
Z in cruel SHIFTS of sarcasm than hal mHnl
8 a time sent Donald from the house pal,
S with rage while her heart bad bied viii
e stormy tears
There had been plenty Of time 0,
e measure the worth of a lasting love likl
Grays ia the long evenings she ha,
2 spent alone, feeling but too sure inn,
2 whose eyes Donald was snilmg in Oh.
weary hours when she bad tossed ON heI
% pillow, awake i'm horrid loneliness thai
p was q torture of terror when amy m
q emmy noise broke The night stiffness
p Selfish and lawIe-s as she know Gray
natrre to- be, in the glamour thrown bl
% time and distanceit seemed that had $50.
5 been his wife he must have been un
: swervingly true 20 hcr ANA n he
u heart hunger there bad grown up th0
p miserable regret chat her love hnl no
t been given to- him but &c was only Ola,
D small, futile regret for what she knew
e had never been really possible An'
( there could be- no Thought oi menlu.
3 the buuder of fate at ibis late day -al
4 the passion o9her heart seemed cold au.
dead Wirh d lretiul sigh She rousel
* herself to- open her letter now reseutml
Z, ly conscious that Donald was watching
" her curious.y
:, lC1ntinued Tonorrow.l
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