Great Falls weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1894-1???, 1895-11-29

pure and beautiful as the dawn, and no
knew that it was she who was to fill
that void. So he married her and lived
happily ever after.
BY 2 in the morning he had finished
the story. He went to rest, feeling that
| it was the best and the noblest work he
had ever done, although it was the n
vanished tale Of an ordinary mans life
When Miss Ramsay next appeared.
her pretty eyes were red and swollen
with weeping. Raymond was horror
struck. Tenderly he babe her be seated
and inquired the cause Of her grief.
The tale was soon told. Brother"
had suddenly and unexpectedly lost his
employment, through no fault Of his
own. His "firm'' had coalesced with
another and his services would be no
longer required. He was to be paid ESQ
for his compensation and sent about his
business.
"You must let me help you," ex-
claimed Raymond Rose sympathetically-
Then, on a sudden, an idea flashed into
his mind, flooding it with joy. For the
first time in his life he blessed that
brother. Would not the catastrophe
make that task easier? The girl was at
this moment threatened with destitu-
ton. He gave not a thought to the un-
generous side Of the question.
"No," said he eagerly as Miss Ram
say YEARLY began her typewriting. II
don't wish you to do that today. You
are in trouble. Here is a new story. I
~,,o%o - 1ocf ,,iuhf xTont won fn Y.ood
it and give me your opinion as you al
ways do. I want to know whether you
consider the ending is good"
Mechanically she took the manuscript
from his hand. She read it at first
vaguely and without understanding it's
particular import. Then she suddenly
became aware that his eyes were fixed
t upon her face with a burning, passion
ate gaze.
t "You think it good?" he queried as
D she finished. sit ends we'll, does it not?
Miss Ramsay, you are reading the story
of my life, for love you"
And he came toward her, with eyes
I aglow, never doubling that his own
d passion would carry all before it. He
caught her slender wrist and kissed the
g small hand again and again.
e But she shrank away from him. while
h her face grew crimson.
e "Give me time to think, Mr.. Rose,''
cried she piteously. 81 did not know
indeed I did not know. You are good
and kind'-
d Then Raymond lost his head. He
stopped and kissed her lips.
is "You need no time" he muttered
d fercely. "You are poor, destitute-and
I love YOU
:e "Let me 80 now, please
le Raymond started at her tone. Then,
I'd seeing that she was in earnest, he opened
Z. the door for her and stood meekly by
<, while she passed out. Whereupon he
le sat down on a chair with an indistinct
is sense of having done something very
h foolish.
3e IT have made a mistake" he said
in YEARLY to himself. "Buu she will come
round. A sensible woman such as she is
ct will not refuse an offer Of that sort.
of But although Raymond had written
o. of women, and had made capital out OF
tie his writings, he had quite failed to GRASP
the fact that the sex is a strangely deli
~ cate organism, liable to be thrown out
I'd Of gear by the faintest discordant move
IN ment.
Three days later there came a letter:
ad DEAR MIR. RosE-I have come to the conclr
sion that the end of your story was, so far a
l am concerned, incorrect. Owing to the kind
ness of an old friend, my brother has obtained
a. a little work, which will suffice to keep u
from starvation. This and other c2nsidera
is lions, which you will doubtless understand
induce me to decline your no doubt kindl.
meant offer of three days since. Yours sin
cerely, GRACE RAMSAY.
"s Raymond Rose cast the letter upol
ny the floor and said bad words, cursini
Is in turns the various classes of typists
brothers and cold friends" Then h
e' packed a portmanteau and went t
ne Switzerland for his long contemplate
lei change of air. He climbed the Matter
.oi horn and sailed down the lake of Lu
cerno, coming back after one month
GU travelling to his old rooms and to his oil
comfortable ways, also to some oil
10 friends, who declared that he neve
re- looked so we'll i'll his life. -Illustrate
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