The herald., 1895-04-01
TOLL 49,.
SECRET OF HIS HEART
IN TIME


He was no coxcomb and though he was
conscious of his ability to hold his own
among men be saw in himself no quality
to attract women. So when the proud
Miss Preston treated him with even less
consideration than she bestowe ed on her
other admirers he accepted 1t all as only
what was due him and went his way in
silence.
Meanwhile Dorothy Preston chafed and
groaned in spirit under the sting of wound
ed PRIDE She refused to see what was
patent to every one else-that Fred Cul-
bertson loved her---and only knew that she
had, after struggle, given her heart to a
man who had never spoken an Affection
ate word to her. -a 9a"
1t was after a ball one night that her
position first came SO strongly home to her
mind. She had long tried to deny to her
self this passion of her heart, but now it
rose strong, full blown love and elamored
to be heard She olasped her hands, and
with flushed face admitted to herself that
she loved Ned Culbertson.
"Shame, shame upon me!' she cried.
II love him. and he has never given me
word, and they call me proud tool'' Her
lips curled, and she half laughed. s
well, 1 will be proud. l will be soc
proud to let it be known that have given
my heart unsought to a man who
She did not finish the sentence, but the
blood famed up into her cheeks and over
her forehead, the tears came into her eyes,
and she clinched her hands sharply to-
gether.
From that time on if Ned Culbertson had
any faint CLEANS of hope they must have
been entirely extinguished, for Dorothy
Preston's manners toward him were a
revelation of frigid disdain. Did she touch
his hand in the dance, it was shrinking
ly, as if she abhorred the slight contact.
Did she speak to him, it was with such
distant hauteur that his blood Groze And
SO it continued until he was in despair
Alone in his office one evening during
a busy week he was trying to finish some
complicated designs for the interior of a
church which was soon to be erected.
Could one have peeped at him as he sat
with bent head over his work, drawing
hard at a cigar, one would have said that
he was all absorbed in the labor before
him. But any such thought would have
been efficiently routed when he suddenly
sprang to his feet, and dashing his pencil
into corner exclaimed: II can't do it,
confound it! I can't! With that girls
face before my eyes constantly am get
ting as incapable of thought or perform
anoe as an imbecile. And what does it all
amount TOP She looks at me as if she
would like to walk over me, and when
she speaks it's like pouring ice water over
my head. / can't do anything this way.
Rather than endure this suspense 1 would
tell her and have her freeze me with a
glance or show me the door. Maybe that
would put me on my feet anyhow, and
infuse little spirit into me, If it were
only the spirit of resentment"
In his lucid moments Mr. Edward Gull
bertson was e quick thinking and prompt
acting man, aud in ten minutes he had
determined on plan of action. A note
left on the desk of his first assistant told
that gentleman that his superior was sud-
denly called away and might not be back
for a month and left the work of the Office
in his hands.
He would see Miss Preston, tell his story
and then go away for month to forget
When the plan was once settled upon,
it was but short work to hasten home,
pack satchel and then dress for the pro-
posed call
When he entered the Preston drawing
room, he thought that Dorothy had never
looked SO lovely to him before in all his life.
He could hardly follow the common
places that introduced the conversation
for looking at her. And then, more like
the rude swain than the polished beau,
almost before the greetings were over he
had plunged lin medias res"
The girl listened to him, speechless with
surprise, as he poured out his story of love.
She could not check him, nor did he give
her time to say word.
Miss Dorothy" he concluded, after
telling his story, II cannot sufficiently
thank you for listening to me. l was a
madman to think that you would but
felt that I must tell you how l loved you.
1 do not ask for your answer, for am too
sure what it will be- 1 suppose I'm
fool, but''-and there was a tremor in his
voice-''I can't help it, you know. And
now goodbyl live got to catch that
1905 for-ah-I'm going away for little
while for change of scene and forgetful-
ness, as the novelists put it. "
He smiled mirthlessly as mechanically
she gave him her hand, and before she
had recovered from the shock he had gone.
To woman a sofa pillow is very sympa-
thetio article, and certain lowered silk
one in Miss Dorothy Preston's room that
night received her tears, laughter and in
coherent words of joy. Then the same
sofa pillow was pushed back into it's place
in a rather unfriendly manner, hardly con-
sstent with the confidence it had just re-
ceived as the proud Miss Preston rose to
her feet, exclaiming:
He said the 1906. have time yetl'
1t was just three minutes past 10 when
woman approached Ned Culbertson at
the Grand Central station, where he was
pacing back and forth impatiently. await
ing his train. She touched his shoulder.
"Dorothy!'' he cried. e-,f-- -
Med, don't go. II want you, and
then her voice broke He led her quickly
away, for people were beginning to observe
them. And once without the station he
kissed her and then put off her clinging
hands to tear up his ticket-extravagan
fellow
He went home with Dorothy in blissful
dreams. Then he sought his office, took
the note off the desk of his first assistant
and tore that up too.-Chicago News
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