The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1894-01-06

cused him of no heart no feelingi
What had become of the cynic?
He glanced at his watch. It was two
O'Clock in the morning; seven hours
must pass before he could hope TO hesr
concerning the writer. He
threw himself into . chair, and groaned
aloud.
CHAPTER III
Another winters day had dawned
over the town of B, and the air was
cold, though the sun was shining ever
so brightly in the square facing Edith
Danes home.
She had just returned from = special
week day service at the church, and
the story of good will and peace that
she had heard remained with her as
she entered the house, so that it
seemed that half her burdens had been
left behind She shut the door, and
going up to the fire drew OF her gloves.
throwing them down on the table. As
she made this movement q piece of
pasteboard met her eye. Suddenly the
entire room seemed to swim before
her. Why? Because on this card were
engraved the words, MIR. John East
man Terry. and this meant to her
Jack, and Jack meant, in short, the
greater share of her happiness in the
whole world
She could scarcely wait to find her
small maid. when had he called?
Would he come again?"
YES" was the answer to this last
question. later in the day"
How strange! Was it not a dream?
Yet, why should she be glad? Here
was man who had wooed her, who
had said that he loved her, and then he
had gone away. Yes, he had left her;
perhaps through her own fault. Yet,
what was he to her. anyway? Her
pride rose up in arms.
She wished he had not come; she
would not see him, she thought; and
then she went directly to her room, put
on her most becoming frock. and stand
ing before the glass in all this bravery
surveyed herself critically. Oh, why
was she SO nervous! She despised her
self for such weakness. Going down
once more, she moved about restlessly;
he might not come even now! All, we'll,
she did not care; no, not in the least
She really hoped he would not appear.
just then the gate gave faint click.
Yes, it was he; he was here now, and
she seized book lying on the stand
Thus it happened that, when Mr.. Terry
was announced, a certain young woman
was seated devouring the contents Of
one OF Julien Gordon's latest novels.
Perhaps the book was upside DOWN.
Sometimes tho fashion in which .
woman can pull herself together at
such a crisis proves that she is, after
all. the possessor of that self-control Of
which the world so often declares her
ignorant, and no stranger, hearing the
conventional: "Ah, Mr.. Terry, / am
SO glad to see you; how very good of
you to look us up!" would havo
dreamed that this meeting was other
than an ordinary affair
Out of doors the wind wh;stled about
the house; within the fire cracked mer-
rily upon the hearth; but in this peace
full room, though they werc 20 near
each other that the lace on her gown
brushed his knee, it nevertheless
seemed to the girl that they could not
have been further apart had an ocean
rolled between them, as her voice me-
went on:
How did you happen to know We
were here? We have settled down to
such utter quiet" etc
Jack. however, had not como for
these words; and, disregarding her
questions, he turned directly to her
with: Tell me please, why did you
never answer my letters?"
''Letters?" this very coldly. II
never received any, except one note.
and that scarcely required q reply, !
think"
Jack gave a gesture as of one suffer.
ing acute pain. "You know i do not
mean that. You are cruel But the
letters 1 wrote afterward implorinR
your forgiveness again and again. Did
you receive them?"
no" and to herself her voice
sounded as if far away: II ,honght-I
"You thought whatp' and he sprang
to his feet
Il will tell you" replied she. calmly.
Then she answered him, speaking of
her fathers sudden death directly after
Jacks departure, and Of how they had
1T once left their old home
1t was then her lovers turn to relate
his experience; how he had written re-
peatedly, but without success Thus
they talked, and the red sun dropped
down behind the dark hills; and still
ran on the old, old story which is yet
always new.
Entirely an inferior matter was the
accounts of a certain Ms, and . note
which Jack drew from his pocket,
she afterward discov.red-yes,
really, the check for the first prize.
mo wonder Mr.. Blake thought the
tale was told nstu rally. as if i. were .
true one" commented Jack
Just one week later they were mar.
RED; for had not Mr. Terry told her o.
his lore three years before? And whc
lmong their friends-even those mos.
desire = longer tern
u probation?
So Jack also received a reward,
-hough between them il IS still an open
gaestion-whether il was Edith or her
over who gained the highest prize
L. Holbrook. IN Arthur,
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