The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-01-01

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WAYS. and the poet wrote Of no new dis
covery; he merely prt words to the old,
! old chords in Il minor key, which have
beaten upon the sounding boards of
mems and WOlnen's hearts since men and
women were.
If one who had been interested in
them had asked John MarstOn and Mary
Palvey why they were no longer friends,
rs they had been since childhood, neither
she in her quiet home in New England,
rOr he in the active, thriving western
town could have given Il definite answer.
They would have made the attempt, of
cuarfe. each according to the light pos
sessed, for who has ever known lovers
who quarreled to be unable to give a
most explicit and satisfactory eXplana-
tiOn-tO themselyes-Of the course Of
their estrange1nent, carefully emitting
! none Of the factors making the 1nteger
Of their alienation?
Marston was quite positive in his Own
mind that Mary had been entirely too
whimsical for any sane man to tolerate
for a moment, much less a lifetime, and
Mary was quite as sure in her mind that
OOI1 ldISIO1 was IL IIOSU pV11CCtlC
outrageous man she had ever met in the
whole course of her existence.
Observe, gentle reader, that these two
people were sure Sin their minds Of this
thing. What degree Of certainty was
registered in their hearts will appear
later.
Be it as it may, the years had crept
along slowly enough, until as many as
three lay between the New Years day
when John had turned his back on the
east and Mary and the one which, God
der the old roof where he had known all
that the world seemed to have for him,
until this unkindly parting had sudden
~ flung him into such a chaos of I'M
known things that at first he wandered
about among them as one beWildered and
blinded by a great shock.
In it all, however, and through it all.
the spirit Of the girl he had left behind
him sh0ne as a soft light in a misty at
mOsphere. and do what he would, her
face came ever between him and the
faces Of all other ONE
He fiirted with the pretty maidens of
the west, of course; he would scarcely
have been a man if he had not, but he
was proof against all their wOmanIy
wiIes and willingness, and they had him
listed as ''heartIess," bat he only smiled
at that and Went on his way untouched,
but not unfeeliug.
Now, when he was on the point of re-
turning to the place Of beginning, they
c,,.T ~ hit Cf c1,-a1 c7.,1irT+ -, 1i- fooo
q tenderer look from his Eyes than n
of them had ever won from him, and
some said that it might be Mr.. Marston
was not such an emotional Gibraltar as
they had fancied him to be.
He got away at last, and in the rattle
of the train and the whirr Of the wheels
the west began to fall away backward
along the straight lines of steel stretch
ing across the prairie, and Marston
dreamed Of the east.
The east, where the sun rose-would
it ever rise again?
In the little New England town among
the hills, up to its knees in the snow,
there was the usual holiday hilarity, not
unmiXed with that intangible sadness
which ever falls about and infolds the
days of the dying year. Christmas had
come and gone, and the children were as
happy as children only are at Christmas,
and the older grown were drawing their
dividends of enjoyment as we'll from
Santa Claus and the season.
New Years was following fast upon
the crispy heels of the departing Santa
Claus, and as a fitting tribute to the
time it was decided to have a watch
meeting"
Not an ordinary watch meeting, but a
big One-a union meeting in which the
congregations Of the four churches of
the village were to unite and wait in
prayer for the going out of the old wear
and hail with praise the coming in of
the new.
john Marston, the villages leading
representative abroad, was expected TO
be there, and on New Years night be
was to have a grand party at the Mars
ton home, where all might welcome him
back again.
In the preliminary preparations Mary
Palyey was unusually active. if it was
unusual for the busy little woman to be
active on any occasion Of this kind. and
there was a CHEEKY light in her face
which made her very presence warm.
albeit Il fk.kipg cloud fell athwart il at
intervals and left a shadow there.
For Mary's head and her .,e.1, mad
not been harmonious during the three
years gone, aul more than one diss gree
hlent had arisen between them over this
same MarSton-Palvey matter, and she
was at this very moment trying to settle
their last contention.
Watch night came, and everybod was
there except John Marston.
''Train delayed" they said at the rail
way station, and you know how much
further Information is ALWAYS obtaina-
bic under such circumstances from rail-
way officials.
AS the night Wore IN and the watchers
grew more silent, the soIelnnitv Of the
hour seeming to descend upon the place
as a great weight. Mary could endure
1t no longer. Quietly and unobserved
she slipped Il into tne open air.