The Canton times., 1899-12-01

TOOL garueH LndU night, DuC Sne nad
refused, saying she would give him
an answer on tie morrow. Then he
had wandered on and on, and she had
listened with an expression which
ought to have warned him, but did
not.
When she had finished her work
that evening, she had found him wait
ing, and as she uttered quiet good
night" he had passionately grasped
her hand, but she wrenched it away
and sped rapidly down the long hall.
He had no fear Of the success of his
suit, and there was a very tender feel
ing in his heart as he looked at the
pathetic little figure, as she worked so
swiftly and accurately this morning.
She had flushed when she saw the vio-
lets, but had not thanked him nor
fastened them in the bosom of her
plain black gown, as usual.
"Poor little woman" he solilo-
quized, q must put some pleasure
into her bare life"
He knew she was a widow, a sol
dier's widow, too, but he knew moth
ing more about her. His heart quite
expanded and he laid many plans to
brighten the summer of this lone lit
tie widow, and incidentally his own,
as he watched the pretty, flushed face
this morning.
After Geraldine, his wife, came
back-"ah. well, that would be diff
ferent;' but of course she would see
that for herself.
The morning wore along and as the
lunch hour approached, Waring felt
a trihe uneasy. She had not once ad-
dressed him except as her duties de-
manded.
But he reasoned. "this has been
a busy morning, and she is the soul Of
faithfulness."
So he asked her to go toduncheon
with him as usual, and she had re-
duested to he allowed TO finish some
special work she was doing, as she had
brought her lunch with her. The Of
fees were deserted at this hour, and
he bent over her, saying:
Every well, my dear, if let you off
now, will you take dinner with me?"
She raised her beautiful eyes to his
face, and half smiled as she replied:
"lf you will take me to my home first,
| will dine with you afterward, if you
wish me to"
He had patted the bent head, think
ing she was "a bit shy poor child, or
else, here his eyes frightened, "a trifie
coy" and he unused on her perfection
Of form and face throughout the
whole noon hour.
At six o'clock she had waited rather
proudly for him, but she had pinned
his violets to her coat, and he smiled
as he noticed it. They walked silent
ly to the elevated, then whirled far
into the suburbs of the great city, be-
fore she led him to tall apartment
house and stopped at the modest door
of the third-foor fiat.
Then she spoke, and Richard War
ing felt the hot blood rush to his face
at her words.
"Mr. Waring, I have respected you,
revercnced you, for your great kind
ness to friendless, struggling wom-
an. l have wanted to serve you in
every way possible, and l have held
you above all men in my heart.
Yesterday l overheard those re-
marks made by your friends, and,
coupled with your own, l realized that
after all my idol was clay"
Here he would have spoken, but
she went on hurriedly, trembling:
"Mr. Waring, ! do not believe you
are like all the rest. l cannot help
but think you will still be my friend,
even when | tell you l can never be to
you anything but a humble employe,
your typewriter"
Waring frowned ominously. Her
hand was on the latch, and as he tried
to detain her, she threw wide open
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