The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1897-10-19

N"b'- curriers' make great mistake In
thinking that wealth brings happiness.
All of us, rich and poor alike, meet
with disappointments, aud we can
either make the best Of tiiem and be
happy or make the worst OF them and
he miserable Now, here are these
gloves that I've Just bought. /
couldn't get the color | wanted; these
are fully three shades too dark, but
! I'm not going to fret about them: I'm
going to be happy in spite of circum-
! stances
Yes, una am, said the girl, apatheti-
cally.
You have health, home aud
plenty TO eat and to wear, Louise. and
| have no more than that"
eyes, ma'a m"-but there was rc,u-
diation in the tone.
Marguerite recognized it, and wout
on, II softness stealing over her s1a-l,
ilower-like beauty.
"Of course, | have Ralph; hut
some day, Louise, some honest
hearted young fellow will come to .ou.
and will love you rs his life, and tlen.
Louise, if your heart responds ther
voice weighed with the sweet mystery
of love dropped into rhythmic cadeucej
you will be blest indeed"
Yes, ma'am, said the girl again.
but feigned an interest in the land
scape and leaned forward to hide her
homely face from the gaze of the beam
tiful and blest
Suddenly the feigned interest be-
came real, for she half rose to her feet
graspiug the dashboard.
"Whoa!'
She threw the reins into Marguerite's
lap; and, springing to the ground,
pressed into the thicket of blackberry
| and catbrier that upon one side Dor
dered the road. Parting the tangle
with her bare hands, she took one look
through the opening she had made.
The next instant she had loosened the
traces and was leading the horse out
of the shafts.
why, Louise"-hegan Marguerite:
then she got down and went to her
with face full of nslonished inquiry.
The girls fingers were flying from
buckle TO buckle alonl harness.
Go home rs fast a. you can 60,
Miss Marguerite, she said Her voice
was steady, but her hands shook.
'What do you mean, Louise?"
The girl dragged the harness off:
For you" she said, life is worth
living; for me"-she backed the horse
TO the carriage side death is worth
dying"
From hub she vaulted to the
horses back
80 home" she shouted, tiercely;
for 10y now she had lost control of her
voice.
II believe you are insane" said
Marguerite, half in anger, half in
fright
To the quivering girl the suggestion
was an inspiration. She waved her
hands wildly
60" she shouted, jerking the
horse upon his launches, start, or
I'll ride You down."
Marguerite fled in terror. Once she
looked back No one was in sight
but she heard the horse $ hoofs clatter-
ing downward into the town.
a catalpn, little and old and SCARED
and only of late protected from vamdal-
ism by box, stood in front Of the doc
tors Office. y horse wheeled underit.
aud Ralph reached the sidewalk as the
rider slipped to the ground
What's wrong, my grip" heasked.
with forced professional calmness.
Her breath came pantingly.
Go home, she gasped, with tense.
white lips, they want you.
He spraug toward his office, but she
rlutched his sleeve. She was not
fierce now, but her tone was an agony
of pleading
ooh, go,''-for the first time in her
life she looked full into his face
don't stop for anything she's dying,
tell You Mnrgueritc-she's bleed
ing to death by the above
the dam.
She pressed the bride into his hand.
but he tore away into his Office. He
was out again like flash, hntless but
his emergency kit in hand lie
snatched the bride and the next min
ute the woody, uphill road pluckcd
horse and rider ont of her sight.
Almost fointiug, she held TO- the tree
box. The street was nearly deserted,
but two women, talking earnestly,
came round u corner She clutched
the gown of the nearer. e.
The dam. she whispered, there's
% leak -"
ybc woman started aud gathered
her skirt closely about her. Poor
creature. SIZE snid TO her companion.
rum is the curse Of this land, " and
they turncl neryously into tho nearest
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