The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-06-28

explained. Il lay awake most of last
night thinking II over. ] have come TO
the conclusion that / will not put you
to the trouble of speaking Miss Mar
sack"
But you won't learn the address Of
Miss Andrews in that case"
II know"
"Do you mean-do you mean you do
not wish to hear where she lives?"
Yes" he said, that is what mean"
isn't IL a somewhat sudden change?"
she asked. 81 understand that for
years you have been longing to dis
cover her whereabouts, and now that
You are on the point of success you
cooly tell me--Oh, really. this is fickle-
ness, Mr.. Davenport"
"If IL ls," he answered, II can't help
1t. 1 am immensely glad that you have
not taken any steps in the matter"
But, indeed, / have!"
"You said you had not seen Miss Mar
sack"
Exactly. She went to London before
1 got to the house. However, l saw
Amy, her youngest sister, you know"
Ibid you ask her for the informa-
tion?"
find Miss Andrews"
II am not" he answered. II never
want to see he, again."
Dear mel" said Berthe. That Is
very awkward, and I have had all my
work for nothing"
as she-is she in Warchester?"
asked Eustace.
mot at present. But she will be.
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morrow with Alice. You will be able
to see her."
II don't in the least desire to see
her." he solemnly insisted.
Those girls are awfully ashamed of
themselves for sending you the verses"
Bertha remarked. '1t seems that Amy
went to London last week. OF course,
they did not wish you to recognize the
writing by any chance, so she took
the card with her and got a friend to
write on it; not telling her for whom
it was intended, of course"
And" cried Eustace. "the friend
was Muricl
"Yes, Mr.. Davenport; the friend was
Muriel. It makes the world seem a
small place, doesn't it?" Her father is
dead He died in New York two years
ago"
"She is comfortably provided for,
trust?"
"Oh, very" said Bertha. "As I said,
she will be in Manchester at the end of
the week. You will, no doubt, have
an opportunity to renew your old
| friendship"
| Rising from his chair, Eustace drew
nearer to Bertha. He looked more
melancholy than usual, since she was
| able to discuss the matter so cheer
| fully.
Miss LarneI," he said looking
down into her fece. "I hardly know
how to begin what I want to say"
us it very Important"
ITO me-very."
"Then," she suggested, drawing
down the corners of her mouth, as she
met his eyes, cant you skip the be-
| giuning?"
mo, Tn afraid not. You see, 1t was
three years ago that 1 met Muriel.
am not going to pretend that I did not
| love her. did. For long time
| felt / could not exist without her. But
still / am alive, you see. l think" hC
continued. II fell into the habit OF
| nursing my sorrow. l see now that
became gloomy. self-conscious, perhaps
a little morbid. The spirit had gone
out of the memory-only the dry bones
! of it remained. ] realize now that fol
some months past 1 had scarcely re-
memhered Muriel."
! II thought yesterday"
THAT is what feel difficulty in ex
| planning" he said. yet it is precisely
what I wish to explain. When 1 re-
ceived that miserable valentine, wher
1 saw the handwriting / was at frs
bewildered. Then 1 seemed to live
! through the past again. In youl
| presence, 1 ceased to think of It,"
yet you talked of nothing else,
she suggested.
! True; but / see that / clutched a