Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1895-03-28

effort to keep back his thoughts, but
at last he answered, bluntly:
perhaps so ii one doesn't mourn for
the late Departed
A glow, half Of shame, and half Of
anger. flew to her very eyes, but his
strong, steady gaze conquered her, and
her chin began to quiver.
u see that you know me- was the
low reply, and l am glad Of it. I am
not sorry that Mr.. Morley is gone.
While he lived was loyal indeed aud
though, although I knew then that you
that all my friends-pitied me. Still
I was true to him in spite of all. but
now that there is no further use in it l
not be hypocrite enough to pretend that
l love his memory. think that you
will hate ME less to know that no lon.
ger shame than to think that | am so
bliud ss to love such failure of a man
as he. Life is unbearable in many ways
but it at least has the charm of being no
longer farce. Pretense is over. Yes,
it is relief to quit shaming, but I've
got to 90 to work, you know. and that
isn't very funny
A sudden light Of hope few into Orr's
sympathetic eyes. and he asked eagerly.
THAT is an excellent idea-a little
work will take you out of yourself
what can you do!'
Nothing was the nervous reply, as
she held out two empty white hands.
I'm absolutely useless. I've tried and
tried, and everybody wants typewriters
and stenographers. and I can't see bit
of sense in all the little dots, scratches
and things
That's true, granted the man, n,ambig'
uously, as the vision Of the pretty wom-
an opposite him bending her dainty head
all day oyer some clicking machine
in smoke-circled downtown office rose
before him. YOU mustn't think about
working among men, you know
But there isn t any demand for china
painting, and I can't find any old lady
who wants companion
But you embroider? asked he, his
tongue faltering little over the unusual
words. He had picture. q far off mem.
ory OF brown, girlish head bent over
big strip of some gay cloth, while her
red lips pouted prettily because the i'm
possible blue flower would insist on
coming ut wrong.
"A little. / can't sew; you know; l
never tried it except to my baby's clothes
and they weren't we'll done even when l
tried so hard
He didn't reply to this. In the firsS
place he knew that the greatest 10y of
her life had been the baby, and her
sharpest grief when the little one had
died. Besides, he didn't like to have
her talk of Morley's Baby
YOU can write beautifully,'he began
as under new inspiration.
But no one wants long hand now
>ch my dear Mrs.-Mrs. Morely there
is Just where you're mistaken. I'm in
great need of some one at the Office at
this present time to do-to do some
special correspondence. A typewrster
is SO cheerless. cold, don't you know, land
if you'll be so kind
She realized perfectly we'll that all
this was mere excuse, but a glance at
the empty teacups settled her.
THANK you, if lean do it.. When do
you need me?
Tomorrow morning. came the eager
answer, as his eyes fairly shone at the
success of his little ruse. Bright and
ea1ly--no, not that, for you aren't used
to early rising. Any time in the fore
noon will do excellently, and you must
not dream of mountaineering yourself.
The work will be light, I promise you,
but as-as it's so important, it will be
a great favor to me-
All this time he had been getting into
his coat as though fearing that a delay
might ruin all his plans. He was new
at deceit and the strain was making him
decidedly irresponsible. Besides he
knew that she wanted to indulge in a
good cry and all the way up to the club
he was lingering at his crookedly but
toned macintosh, and his dinner went
untasted as he remembs bsred the sad plate
Of waters off there in the dingyl board
lngnOuse'
He wentto the office al daybreak next
morning to trump up some plans for this
mysterious correspo ndence, which he
had promised Mrs: Morely awaited her
dainty ohirography.' She was early too
however, and he ground his teeth in rage
as he noticed how pale she was and how
freouently she lifted her white hands to