Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1896-03-20

tried to say pleasantly, "Yes, Mrs.
Brown is charming, don't you think
SO? I am sure that if were o man I
should fall in love with her."
The neighbor rose to go, and by
way of parting shot replied, "That
seems to be Mr.. Wards idea. Lovely
day, isn't it? Come over when you
can"
Dorothy was too stunned to reply.
She thought seriously of telling Jack,
but wisely decided not to. These sub.
urban towns were always gossipy.
Jack would think she didn't trust him..
And now he was at Mrs. Browns
again
The pain was almost blinding. She
went Ito the window and looked out.
The rising moon shone fitfully upon
the white signs of sorrow in the little
churchyard far to the left.
She threw shawl over her head
and went out. In feverish haste she
walked over to the little Goods Acre."
where the Child of Silence was buried.
She found the spot and sat down. A
thought of Mrs. Browning's ran
through her mind:
Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
| More grief than ye can weep for
then some way the tears came;
blessed rush of relief
"Oh, baby DEAR" she sobbed, press.
ing her lips to the cold turf above
him, 81 wish was down there beside
you, as still and as dreamless as you.
You don't know what it means-you
never would have known. I'd rather
be stone than a woman with heart.
Do you think if could buy death
that wouldn't take it and come down
there beside you? 1t hurt me to lose
you, but it wasn't the worst. You
would have loved me. Oh, my Child
of Silence! Come back, come back |"
How long she stayed there she never
knew, but the heart pain grew easier
after while.
She pressed her lips to the turf
again. "Good night, baby dear. Good
night. I'll come again. You haven't
lost your, mother, even if she has lost
you"
Fred Bennett passed by the unfre-
quented spot, returning from an er-
rand to that part of town, and he
heard the last words. He drew back
into the shadow. The slight black
figure app cared on the sidewalk a few
feet ahead of him, and puzzled him
not Il little. He followed cautiously
and finally decided to overtake her. AS
she heard his step behind her she
looked around timidly.
"Mrs. Ward!"
His tone betrayed surprise, and he
saw that her eyes were wet and her
white, drawn face was tear stained.
She shuddered. A new trouble faced
her. How long had he been following
her?
He saw her distress and told his lie
bravely. 81 just came around the COR
ner here"
Her relieved look was worth the sac
rifice of his conscientious scruples, he
said to himself afterward.
81 may walk home with you, may I
not?"
"Certainly."
She took his offered arm and tried
to chat pleasantly with her old friend.
Soon they reached the gate. She
dropped his arm and said goodnight
unsteadily. Bennett could bear it no
longer, and he took both her hands in
his own.
"Mrs. Ward, you are in trouble.
Tell me; perhaps can help you."
She was silent. dorothy, you will
let me call you SO, will you not? You
know how much cared for you, in a
boys impulsive fashion, in the old
DAYS when we were at school; you
know that am your friend now-as
true o friend as man can BIZ to wo-
man. Tell me, Dorothy, and let me
help you"
There was rustic OF silk on the
pavement, and her caller of the after
noon swept by without speaking. AL
ready Dorothy knew the story which
would be put in circulation on the
morrow. Benefits clasp frightened on
her cold fingers. "Tell, me. Dorothy,
and let me help you'll" he said again.
The impulse to tell him grew
stronger, and she controlled it with
difficulty. "ft is nothing, Mr.. Ben
nett, IL have headache"
'I see, and you came out for a
breath of fresh air. Pardon me. /
am sure you will be better in the morn
ing. Good night. and God bless you
Dorothy"
| He walked away rapidly, and she
fingered on the porch till she could no
longer hear his footsteps. She left o
lamp in the hall and went up to bed.
"Jack won't be home till late," she
said to herself, "and he will want the
light"
So the tired head dropped on its pill
low, and she stared sleeplessly at the
ceiling.
Meanwhile Bennett was on his way
to Mrs. Browns cottage. His mind
was made up, and he would speak to
Jack. He had heard great deal OF
idle gossip, and it would probably cost
him jacks friendship, but he would at
least have the satisfaction of knowing
that he had tried to do something for
, Dorothy.
} He rang the bell, and Mrs. Brown
herself answered it. "Good evening,
Mrs. Brown. No, thank you, won't
come in. Just ask Jack if I may see
J him on matter Of business.
Ward, hearing his friends voice,
, was already at the door. ''I'll bt
with you in minute, Fred" he said.
"Good night, Mrs. Brown;I am sure
we shall get along famously with the
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