Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1896-03-27

and of their roof-gartien suppers; not
much of her work, only an occasional
allusion to it, that she liked it even
better than she thought, and that she
,, was not as stupid as she had supposed.
And once she spoke Of q prominent
young architect, Stanford Meade, who
helped her and encouraged her in her
work.
His letters to her We're in the same
style, only he could not help mention
ing that he missed her, that he hoped
she would soon come back, and once
he even ended with God bless you,
my darling"
And SO the months passed. Then
she came home at last. The local pa
rers had copied from another paper u
short but striking account of q recent
graduate from the Architectural insti-
tute.
The article was headed Another
Woman's Success" 1t was she. And
SO she had succeeded, and she was to
arrive that very day. He would go
and congratulate her on her latest
achievement and give her welcome
home.
He went.
The successful graduate came down
in rustling silk gown with a bunch
| of carnations at her belt. She was Il
thoroughly up-to-date young woman,
and yet she had not lost any of her
charms. She looked fresh and happy,
her color was of the kind that comes
and goes under your eyes. She had a
deeper expression, if possible. She had
SO much to say, she was up on all sub
jects, she talked as one who knows
whereof she speaks. The conversation
was impersonal, and vet Kennedy was
SO interested that he forgot to tell her
SO until he heard the 12 chimes of
the city clock. Horrible! she must be
tired to death; she could not be kept
up any longer, but he did so long to
tell her that he loved her more than
ever if possible. But she led him from
the subject every time, until he left,
rot hopeless, however. Next time
I'll have my way" he thought Several
taken, and yet she skillfully foiled him
in his efforts. what does it mean, y
he thought. "a whole week has gone
and she has not yet shown signs of re.
lenting."
Finally he had his chance. He went
to see her, and she sent word from hel
ritting-room that she was resting after
q long walk, and begged to be excused
He heard her voice, he dared take q
few steps in the hall; he saw her among
a dozen, moro OF less, cushions on her
divan, with a bewitching faille silk OF
china blue, fastened ut her throat with
soft knot of creamy chiffon. He
dared go in the room and draw up a
chair near her. He took her hand and
looked into her eyes. The language
was not as speaking as the last time he
had tried to read her heart through
those expressive eyes. She tried to
withdraw her hand. but he held it tight
nnd even took the other one. ''My
darling" he began, II can't wait an,
longer to tell you that / am unhappy
without you, that have lived anc
hoped that you would once more be
my sweetheart, and let me love you
my life, my darling" He bent o7el
ller, but she turned away her head
He had her hands and held them
tightly, but did not notice superi
ruby with diamonds on her left hand
Tell ME, darling. will you promise tc
be my wife?" Then she looked al
him, and her expression was more Of
pity than of love. Her voice was cleal
but low, and the words came slowly
but oh, SO surely!
ut is impossible" she said. II an
going to marry Stanford Meade, MY
architect partner '-Peterson's Maya
zine.