The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1898-04-23

Mis- Gregory, is 1t you air wantin?"
she asked sharply. AN it's no bad
news you air after brlngin her, l
hope"
Il wanted TO deliver some groceries
friend has sent her."
The clouded face cleared as II by
magic. Heavens bllssin' be on yer
mead, then! Mis- Gregory, she's gone
out, but I've her key here, and will I'M
lock the door, That's her by. an a
swate child he Is"
Mark eagerly looked at the pink and
white face of the boy. He held out
great, golden orange. and little Royce
sprang for it, his childish laugh echo
ing through the room. Then the grocer
followed Mrs. Donovan TO the home of
Margaret Gregory.
1t was a bare place, but clean and
neat. Mark sighed as he noted the
signs of abject poverty. While the de-
livery man was bringing up the par
cells, Mrs. Donovan volubly explained
that Mrs. Gregory had gone to try to
get some money due her. The warm
hearted Irish woman had surmised
that fortune was at low ebb with her
neighbor, partly because of little
Royce's unusual fretfulness, which
had been quoted by huge slice of
bread and butter.
"She's worked her precious fingers
most TO the BONE" she concluded, but
works scarce, an don't know what
ever's goin' to become of her and her
babies
The wood soon came. Florence's half
cord had been REINFORCED by whole
cord, perhaps because she had written
her cousin that the needy widow was
protege of Miss SHELLS.
As to Lilllan's orders for groceries,
Mr.. Davis had added 10 1t sack of
-four, a ham, coffee, tea, sugar, apples.
cookies, cheese, canned fruits and
meats, and big bag of candy.
Mrs. Donovan went back to her own
room and the wagons rolled away.
Mark hastily built fire, then sat down
10 think how best to explain the liberty
lie had taken.
The bare room faded from his vision
as he sat there. In its place came an
old country garden oyergrown with
roses and clemats. 1t was June and
the air was heavy with the scent Of
many blossoms. By his side was
beautiful girl in whose curls the sun
shine seemed entangled. He bent low
err and the rose-red lips of his compan
x-nt MarLy -
Still lower his head sank until his lips
touched the ones that had uttered the
sweet words.
start, and he sat upright, glancing
around him. That was ten years ago
He was poor then, and Margaret, beau
tlful Margaret Henson, had been the
only daughter Of wealthy home. So
their engagement had been forbidden
They parted, vowing eternal consistency.
A year later Margaret became the wife
of Vance Gregory, but 1t was not until
months after that Mark learned of the
treachery and deceit that had been en-
ployed TO urge her to that step.
1t was too late then. There was
nothing to do but endure.
He had known for some time that
Margaret was a widow and lived in the
city. He knew nothing of her poverty.
supposing that her means were ample.
To go to her now with a story of love
had never occurred TO him. She knew
nothing of what had parted them. He
could not blacken the memory of the
man who had been her husband, the
father of her children.
He sprang to his feet. There was no
need Of an explanation. He passed out,
pmusing for a final word with Mrs.
Donovan.
Tell Mrs. Gregory the things came
from the teachers at No. :"
ITO be sure, Mr.. Davis" responded
the woman, who had recognized Mark,
IN tell her all bout 1t. And may the
bllssln's of all the saints rest on your
dear head.'
Mark hurried away, leaving shin
Ing silver dollar In Royce's hand.
1t was only few minutes after his
departure that thlnly clad woman