Smyrna times., 1892-10-12
WHO SHALL JUDGE?
BY FLORENCE A. JONES.

= And this is the end !" Jean Mur
ray uttered the words slowly. as i
they hurt her. She leaned against the
gate her hands tightly cIasped, a look
On her lace that Almost frightened her
companion. This is the end of all
my dreams-my foolish dreams--tba
END OF my faith in you. Oh, Jack. 7
cannot believe it. Is all my love. all
devotion as nothing, that vou can
throw me aside for the first stranga
face you seeP Tell NE, it is not
true ?"
Inc man gazed past her, not daring
TO look in the sweet face, turned So
Piteously toward him, as if awaiting n
sentence of life and death. After a
silence that to her seemed upepdnrabIo
he said
Don't take it SO hard, Jean. lam
sorry, but we must part. You will
ma some one who is far more worthy
OF you than 1. Forgive me. and let us
be friends"
lie spoke hesitatingly, still avoiding
her accusing eyes. As she did not
speak, he added, in a complaining
way:
After all, it is not wholly nv fault.
mad you married years ago, as | de.
sired, this trouble would have been
avertedi but despite my entreaties. Won
chose to devote yourself to your
father''-
stop, Jack do not reproach me
for doing my duty" Jean broke in. in
tone and manner completely changed.
when mother died, was obliged to
take her place in measure. If bv So
doing have lost your love, I am ron.
tent to live without it. Good.bve-
and may you be as happy as YOU
deserve"
She walked swiftly away her head |
heid proudly erect. Jack looked after I
ner until she was lost to view, then. |
with u frown, turned to leave the spot.
i wonder if every fellow feels as L
nean as do, when he filings Off the e
Did love for the newP" he Thought il
Poor Jean She's a noble girl. and t
deserves better man than I. Wonder b
I she will think so bye.and-bye." =
A pang shot through him at the
hought. Now that it was all over. he j
elt an odd sort Of regret at the turn b
fairs had taken. Jean could mot a
ave loved him very deeply, or she b.
you'd not have surrendered him 90
uletly. He had a longing he could
OF account for, to go back, clasp that s'
nat little figure in his arms, and tell "
er 1t was buta jest, dream, anything Cn u,
I'VE the truth. But it was too late III
ow' and ne was free; why should he I'D
eI SO dissatisfied and gloomyP Was OF
not at liberty to offer himself tn the re-
ri whose blue eyes and bewitchino ia
anners had tempted him from his -
iegIance TO the less snowy Jean-fair %
eatrice Gordon? And at tbouobt =
r. his face lighted up and he reioiced %,
his freedom.
Jean walked on as one in sleen No,
arce conscious of where her feet led ar,
r. until at last she reached her own !
Om. She seated herself by the win. WI
W and looked toward the SPOT wbera n
mad said goodbye to her happi- bea
IS. The apple trees were weighted do
wn with the pink white blossoms To-
u would soon turn to golden fruit, dos
r.Ni' O"SC "eird shadows in For
moonlight, and from their depth a
d called tenderly, questioningly to
mate. The almost overpowerino 81
GRANGE of lilacs was waited to her who
nlng her faint and sick, for had not Tall
X brought her bunch of these way
vers every evening, from the ward coul
ront of the cottage thew had coIIod mon
8 ?" 10" 0@iieu FoU
ne mad seemed benumbed, but the ne
:, anu 'nelr memories opened the oatu
dgates of tears. Tbroupb Tho then
3 weary hours, she kept watch Mon
! ner dead love, and then on,
led II forever" she said wen
wen
jean" said Farp,ar Nr,, curl,