The morning times., 1895-12-08
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vas very miserable apparently until she
came. and then mis- face seemed brighter.
Hawley cursed his tate. To think that Ne
had given his heart to shallow ihrt' she
passed them, and her reproachiul eyes
rested for moment on his race.
Ne stopped at the plantation one morning
to leave his farewell. He was going down
the river for a month or So
Ruth met him at the gate.
"Can you guess who is engaged?' she
asked, brightly. Our friend, john
He started and bit bis lip.
"Indeed! Tell Marion hope she VIII oe
happy" and, raising his bat, he left her.
hs message was not delivered.
Ruth went North soon after. Not many
months passed before Marion heard oil her
encagementto to Ned Ha wiley andsubsequentiy
her marriage
When the news came she was standing
where she could see the river that separated
Green Acres from the Hawley estate. she
wondered why she had been treated So
John came up the path She smiled
bravely and walked In the house. John'
however, understood.
With all the love of her cold, selfish ma
ture Ruth Hawley loved her husband lie
found her charming companion. DE ad-
nired her and was proud OF her beauty anu
culture. With exquisite tact, she kept
the South in the background.
Hawley had trained bis heart to forget.
He had schooled himself to believe Marion
selfish, frivolous, heartless. He had Tor
gotten, until one day in the corridor OF a
hotel he met John. A tall, fair LADY was
leaning on his arm. John greeted MIN
coldiy, but as Ned stopped, John with true
courtesy, presented the lady at his side
MY wife. Mrs. Royl, Mr.. Ha wiley
"Whati Pardon me, Mrs. Royl, but John,
Narion-I thought you were to marry herr
poor little Marion! Strange, Hawley,
but l thought you had Intentions or that
nature"
Thus, In a flash, came the knowledge
of how he had been deceived. How clearly
the reproachful eyes came up before MN!
What a contemplate william he must have
appeared to her. She, the frivolous filrt!
What had he done? And she loved him.
Yes, in a hundred ways the confession had
been made, and it was too late.
Ruth sat in her room as he entered. With
no softening he told her or his meeting
with John Royl-
For a moment she covered before his bit
tersarcasm. TheDshe ecODfrontedhim. she
ter sarcasm. Then she confronted HIM
She mocked him, laughed at his emotions,
ritiicu,ed q love that knew no trust.
Turning, abruptly. lie left her Months
passed; no words, excepting those OF
unrest courtesy, passed between them.
Proud and cold, Ruth seemed not TO care
Something came into her life and awakened
her dormant conscience, softened her hard
heart and awakened her sympathies. Ii
taught her, in all her bitterness, the wrong
size had done a sister woman. 1t was
little child.
Sorrowful stricken, she arose, more
proudly beautiful than ever. What could
size do? Nothing could ever blot out her
dpcentiOn and her Sin.
Years passed by. Hawley spent most OF
his time abroad. His home was hateful to
him. His child was five years old, but as
yet her father had never looked upon her
sweet little face, except with the coldest
scru tiny.
And the lovely mistress of Green Acres,
sweet little Marion, has a life story yet
untold.