Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-09-14

you earlier how things were; IL was cruel Of me
10 let you go on loving me without telling you
the truth. ! was afraid to at last, but pow you
arc away 1t seems less difficult to say For
give me. Look elsewhere for more fitting
mate-somc one who can fully share your new
life with you and help you as "A wife should
with head, heart and hand some one who can
love YOU better than DORIS.
An hour went by, maybe two, while
the hardening went on, while the love
died away, and the light and the JOY of
life dmmed and flickered out, leaving
me in darkness with hate and revenge.
Then rose mp and looked round at the
difference Of things, for all seemed
altered and not the same. | moved to
my desk, and unlocking drawer took
out all her letters, and they, too,
had altered and were merely so many
pieces of paper, not sacred things to be
touched with reverence, like bits of the
holy rood. But the breath of lavender
from them got at some soft corner in
me, making my eyes hot and tightening
my throat. For a second or two
paused. looking at the vision that grew
out Of them, till anger pulled and blew
it all away, leaving me with only the
DuIult vi IdDtlS' HIS Wldppt'l up
along with dead rose and a lock of
yellow hair, and directed to Miss Han
low, Ranston-i n-the-Vale, Worcester
shire, England.
Here" said | as Nita my uncle's
old housekeeper, hobbled in to lay the
cloth for tea; "let one of the lads take
this to the station before dark. No
matters I'll take it myself. Where 5
Boss:'
Coin away" said Boss Wilson as |
pulled up half an hour later at the gate
he was neutrality-suspicious. the corn's yell
lOwin for the machines? Sulnmat wrong:
You look kinder hit-hope faint seri-
GUS" He wiped his face, looking hard
at mine, which | turned away, feeling it
was teltale.
You won't be alone long" | went on.
My father is on bis way, and will take
possession of the farm and see to things
keep you on, Boss, and | think you'll
| find him good sort. Goodby. See YOU
again some day when Ive-when I've
found what | want" | glanced dowr
at his furrowcd face and saw kindnes.
| in it.
Lost summat, gaffer?" said he, and
could feel the search of his look. He wa,
shrewd man, twice my age, and may
have noticed many things since we haC
been together.
AYE, I've lost something, answered
"but it's not that I'm after, Boss N,
use hunting for broken bubbles,
take 1t.
mo, faint, drawled Boss; "but what
ever you're after i'll tex some findin,
guess, an you may scour the world "
an down an find it in yourself when all
done. Have good knock round, gaffer
an when it's all burned out come bacl
again and mex friends wi things"
could see his outstretched hand, an,
mine went to it involuntarily
"S'long, gaffcr," was all | heard a
the horse leaped away with me dow
the rough track.
$50 long said to the hot silenc
and the western solitude, where | ha,
dreamed my dreams awhile, tolerant O
the summer loneliness as long as | coul,
people it with fancy and see Doris an,
good company behind it. But to remain
there with my dead hopes all about me
grinning like mariOnettes which low
had made caper, deluded by its owl
magic; to live ON through the long INC
notonous heat with no opposite shor
for the bridge of thought to touch, wit
no future but a fog bank where ha
been fair cOuntry-no, | could not.