The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-06-29

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IN this German city was the most eco
nomical plan, they were soon busy
settling themselves in quaint old
house on the Carlinen platz. Margaret
found it quite possible to make the
rooms look familiar and homclke.
The same pictures. books and bric-a-
brac were placed as they had been in
the colonial mansion on Mount Vernon
place. in PARKWAY Baltimore: and it is
the household gods. after all, that rec
oncile us to the inevitable changes.
1t was for her own room that she
kept her fathers portrait, the unopened
brass box bequeathed to her in his will.
and the musty books which she alone
found interesting.
The months passed pleasantly and
quickly while the Copleys were max
ing acquaintance with the city Of ca
thedrals and palaces. and their daily
mail left them nothing TO complain of
In their friends across the sea
Paul Harcourt. the good comrade of
Nargaret's childhood and girlhood,
had begun by writing her letters filed
with enthusiasm for his profession and
for the work he had planned TO do as
a specialist at the great Johns Hopkins
hospital. where he had already won
distinguished recognition for the sue
cessful operation Of his advanced
ideas in the department of elm
ic. He was intensely, eagerly modern,
and held precedent in vencration only
in so far as it gave the clearest reasons
for the infallibility of its why and
wherefore
As Margaret Copley's absence length
cned he no longer tried TO restrain his
pen from gliding into personal allu-
s.ons which should convey some init
nation of the hope he now held dearer
than fame.
one day she had been many hours at
the Pnacotheca, drinking in the beau
ties of Rafaelle, Rembrandt and Fra
Bartolomeo. and threw herself, tired
and aimless. upon the lounge in her
mothers sitting room. and lay there in
calm enjoyment Of Ethels skillfully-
executed fentasy, when their rosy
checked maid brought in the letters.
There were two for Margaret and
cSN CIoi III uCA AAIOthCAs 0hV was IL
turning calls.
..One from Paul" she said to herself
with delightful anticipations. land one
from Bert" with much less interest.
From the next room the melody still
rippled forth, and on a table close be-
side the couch bunch of Parma vio-
lets breathcd an exquisite fragrance.
which with the music and the words
of overmastering love on the written
page. blent together in . soul-subdu-
ing minor trio.
''IIe loves me, lie loves me. Oh.
dream Of my life." she cried, burying
her face upon her folded arms as IL to
hide from unseeing eyes its supreme
exaltation. A new glory had come
upon the earth. the glory that crowns
but the one moment Of hopes fruition.
She knew now that the rich promise,
all the possibilities Of Paul Harcourt's
earnest. noble manhood were hers to
share and encourage. She knew now
that achievement and fame were less
dear to him than her answering love.
The Chopin fantasy rippled on, from
faintest sounds to silence.
Presently Ethel came in and picked
up the paper that came with their
mail. Scanning it over. she said. sud-
denly: Here is something that will
interest you. sister. It's about the
Historical society. 1t offers thou
sand dollars for some old records
Margaret. are you asleep"
But no answer.
'Gracious.- said Ethel, tiptoeing
away. II thought she would wake
from the dead il anyone mentioned
old records"
When her sister was out Of hearing
Margaret raised herself on her elbow
and reached for the flowers.
'Ah.- she said. laying them against
her flushed face, II don't want tn think
about the dead past just now, but
about-about-the radiant future
II was not her habit to mention get
ting letter from Bert until after she
had read it, for fear il should contain
some confidence not intended for any
eye or ear but hers lie had promised
70 confess TO her IL he should be guilty
Of even ''gentlcmanly peccadillos," as
he termed his waywardness; SD II was
A't until she nau kiSScu neT IpOtneI
and Ethel happier good night than
usual that she sat down by her own
lamplight to read this one.
Bert had been very complaining Of
-ate, and II was always money. money.
nhe had been sending him nearly all Of
her own allowance and did not see
Dow she could do more: but the first
Few lines showed her that there was
something verse than renewed de-
mand for money, and that disgrace,
open disgrace. would BE- the penalty IL
were not forthcoming.
With white lips and eyes afiame with
Indignation she read on; each word
branding shame upon her heart and
Drain. II ran:
NY dearest and best Of sisterss 10 you
ss"c'nher what you said to me on the ocean.
soou' helping me out Of . scrspe. Well. I'm
'ae worst one you could imagine. and
SSsrgares you must help me. or our good
- pApas good name. wiz y blacksssd 49,