, 1898-10-01

who in youth are told That there will
be nj maturity. that the seeds Of death
are planted and must grow.
Three days later she was absent
again. Then ! saw her on three success
sive days, leaving out of account an in
tervening Sunday. Again she failed to
appear, but only for a day. aud the re-
mainder of the week she was in her &C.
customed place.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday
passed with no glimpse Of her. In tho
who could be known for a doctor half a
mile away made a long call upon the
head Of the firm. They conversed very
seriously for q few minutes, and then
drifted to general themes and laughed
and pulled their cigars as if nothing
were wrong. That fixed my estimate of
the gray haired young man at a very
low point in the scale.
There was no sign Of her during the
week. On Monday I saw unusual sights
in the Office across the way. First the
old bookkeeper came in, and while he
had the office to himself he sat in her
chair, and I saw him shed tears. Then
the young man with the corn oolored
hair appeared, and upon my word l
was afraid to see him stand by the open
window, with such a look upon his
to the bottom Of the gulf.
A little later the three clerks, the
gray haired man and an elderly person
whom 1 took to be the second member
Of the firm just arrived from abroad
for I had heard a rumor that one Of
them had been in Europe nearly a year
assembled in conference ON a plane Of
equality which only a mutual deep sor-
row could have justified. After awhile
two clerks brought in some large paste.
board boxes, which contained flowers,
for though they were opened in a part
Of the Office hat my view did not we'll
command l got a glimpse Of white bios.
SONS and green leaves.
l think those men were all sincere,
but not II of them-not even the old
bookkeeper-felt q grief that matched
mine. Nothing just like that has eve
come into my life. Perhaps I should
have found nothing sympathetic OF at
tractive in that woman if I had met her
face to face, but when that meeting on
this side of the grave had become i'm
possible l pictured her in speech and in
heart and soul as all that her sweet face
had promised.
l longed to share with those who had
known her the privilege Of expressing
my sorrow at her early death-indeed l
resolved to do SO, even at the risk of
committing an improperly. Therefore,
when l saw the pasteboard boxes dis.
patched in the custody of the messenger
boys, l hastened to intercept them on
the street. 1t was easy enough to read
the address upon the boxes, but there
was no name-onlya street and number
in Brooklyn.
That was sufficient, however. I has,
tened to a florists and gave orders for
such tokens rs seemed to be appropriate.
And so that was the end. The sight
Of her at the window day after day; a
feeling Of cheer from her bright pres
ence neal me, and, then the sorrow for
the loss Of n whose very name l did
not know. l missed her heartily in
those succeeding weeks.
Even SO late as September I had by
no means forgotten her or the incidents
connected with that time of strange and
fauciful sorrow. 1t was on the fifth day
Of that month when q man Of familiar
aspect. yet certainly not an %acquaint-
anoe, walked into my office. He came
slowly up to me and laid two cards
upon my desk. One vas my own, and
the other bore the inscription, "John
NJ. Douglas, M. D."
The name was not familiar, but the
man himself l had certainly seen. Alb,
to be sure! He was the doctor who had
come to the Office across the way. when
the end was drawing near.
"That's my card, aud the other one
il yours, isn't it?" said he.
I nodded.
"You sent it with some flowers to
s11 De Vaux street, Brooklyn, on June
20, didn't you?"
Eyes," I replied, "they were for
her."
And I glanced across the way.
"Well, you probably have some
rational explanation for it," said he,
''but hang me if l know why you should
have sent that CARLOAD of funeral en-
blems to her on the occasion of her wed.
ding. II you wished to intimate that
marriage to me was equivalent to death,
1t was a bad joke, sir. and 81 you didn't
then what in thunder did you mean:
I've carried that puzzle with me 2, 600
miles this summer, on our wedding
journey, and now, by Lucifer, you've
got t o tell me the answerr"
I don't want to 60 any further with
this story. 1t has come to q point where
the recollections aroused are really too
painful. Boston Transcript
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