The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-07-30
Calypso o. Psls|llsl
BIZ EDWARD 8. VAN zrrE
AUTHOR OF WANTED, A sESEATIoN.s TIN
LAST OF THE wax sLAcKs," -
MAGNETIC MAN" ETC, ETC.
loopynsh. 1891. BY rno unissd ProsAl

Two women can love one man; can one
man love two wumeni was tfle question In
hie mind His better nature urged him
toward the girl who had jueo asked him to
b. honest; force Of habit and the subtle
fascination az woman Of the world In
lsie,l him b be faithful to her whose
thrilling voice still echoed In bis ears with
wor.s OF love. Had John Arnold told the
truth? Must he. indeed. make choice at
once between Calypso and Penalopef It
seemed 50. He glanced toward Alice In
man. BY her side sat his dearest enemy,
the youth whose malicious remark had
annoyed him In the courtroom.
g Is II not pity" the young man was
saying to Miss Inman. that such good
fellow as Hal Otis should not be better
balaucedY'
= don't know what you mean" returned
Alice coldly.
Well, for instance he dined with Mrs.
Barr tonight and then came straight here.
think il Is shame"
A slight pallor appeared on the girls face
for an instant. but she managed to remark
In q conventional way:
l see that yrur partner b deserted, Mr..
Rogers think you had better go to her"
In her heart she knew that Rogers had
NJlh bhd VI utu 1bio bub 0hu
despised him for his unmanly attempt to
stab colleague In the back. Nevertheless,
the blow had struck home and when Otis
came to claim her for the second interInis-
sion she received him coldly He did not
notice. however, the constraintin her man
Dsr for, with his usual impetuoSity, he had
come TO an important decision and longed
only to find some corner where he could
talk TO Alice In comparative seclusion. AZ
ter they had seated themselves In o 70.
mote nook In the hallway he said.
Early In the evening you asked me,
Alice, why would not be honest-just for
n change. After our Yankee fashion, let
me return your question with another.
Will you let me beY
She shrank from him, and pulled her
white wrap closer across her shoulders, as
though the draught had chilled her
You do not answer. Silence, they say,
gives consent. Alice, love you. want
you TO be my wife,"
She sprang up quickly as he attempted
to take her hand. Her face was very pale
and the shadow Of tears was La her eyes
In her veins flowed the blood Of Puritan
ancestors, and. though her heart was
breaking. pride showed itself In every
movement, In every feature
Mr.. Otis, you have no right to speak to
mo In this way. You have been unklnd.
Please take me back to the ballroom"
But Alice he cried. springing up,
you do not understand l."
understand too much" she said sadly.
"Come."
She placed her arm In his. He detained
her for an instant
You don't know what you've done" he
WhiQnprel hnufanlN Than tlTp Al,
Tell me-are you engaged To John AR
nold2"
No." she answered simply. Come" =
The moon had fallen toward the west
ern horizon as Harlan Otis Stun
hled through the snow toward col
lege. His brain was In whirl and a
heavy hand seemed to clutch hts heart.
The silent beauty of the night claimed not
the fever that made his pulses beat fast
and his cheeks burn. Behind him the
lights OF the ballroom shone through the
night and the joyous music Of
the dance Hbrated on the crisp, dry air.
Reaching hts parlor the young man
threw few sticks Of wood upon the
smouldering fire, lighted a lamp. east off
his overcoat and seated himself at the
desk He tried to write. but his nerves
were too unstrung to make the effort sue
cessful. Impatiently he arose and filled
his pipe. Then as he pulled himself into a
quieter frame of mind he penned the fol-
lowing note:
" My Dear Rhoda:
Inc sleighing is glorious. II you wish
I" drive with me Tomorrow afternoon.
Will call for YOU about three.
-. Lovingly yours,
49, ,.1A, -- HARRY
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