The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1899-12-22

he was glad to get away.
After many weeks the letters began
to come. II Margaret had felt the least
bit hurt at her husbands anxiety to
20, her fears vanished after reading
his letters. They were full OF the same
love and devotion of their honeymoon
days, and though the separation was
severe sacrifice, Margaret lived only in
the thought that he was prospecting and
that one day they would be brought to-
gether again.
For months Girard's letters were full
of enthusiasm and good news, but one
day the tears gathered in Margaret's
eyes as she laid down his last letter
Eight months of tropical climate had
been too much for him, AM: Girard's
health was breaking. After that each
letter was an evident attempt 10 spare
her feelings and to be cheerful in o
time of gloom, and not many more
weeks proved it, for one day a cable
gram announced his death. Then came
a letter from the captain Of the ship,
with a few words of consolation, one
from the United States consul stationed
at the port where Girard had died, and
later his mail and other possessions
were returned to her.
The $4,000 life insurance was col
lected, but Margaret's heart was
broken. She cared for no one and for
nothing but Girard's memory, SO she
bought the pretty little cottage where
their married life had been spent; fur
nished it as nearly as possible the way
it was before, and even trained the
morning glories over his office window
so that they would shade his desk just
as they used 10 do. Margaret's dcro
ton was beautiful. For 20 years she
lived in the quiet little town. leaving
now and then for a short trip abroad.
but always returning to the shrine OF
her affection. Her devotion was the
marvel of the community. and the lit
tie village was proud of it, for halo OF
romance rested upon her head, and held
her aloof, in awesome reverence, from
the rest of the world.
But one day the little community
was startled. A stranger man was seen
to enter her cottage. He was tall.
heavy-set and swarthy, and why he
had come to the village and to see the
doctors widow no one knew until after
ward, when Mrs. Duval explained that
he wanted to purchase a piece of her
property.
That was his passport into her house,
but after that he was frequent visitor.
Margaret could scarcely realize that
she was listening to amorous overtures
after her lifelong sacrifice to the mem
DRY of Girard, and she could explain it
only on the ground of a peculiar re-
semblance that the stranger, Mr.. Hunt,
bore to her long-lost husband. She
could not trace it in the features, but
now and then there was something
about him so like Girard that she was
fascinated and would listen to him al
most helplessly.
But one day the end came. The stran-
ger man had offered his life and fortune
to the little widow. A rosy light from
the setting sun fell aslant her pretty
features as he entered the cottage door
on the evening that he went to rec Give
his answer. Margaret was sitting AT
Girard's desk, looking dreamily out of
the window. In her hand, she held ii
small gold locket: it was open, and
showed the handsome face of the onl,
man she had ever loved. The stranger
stepped nearer. lie understood wi ii
out being told that she was struggling
between the old affection and the new
Suddenly she burst into tears, and, rails
ing the locket to her lips, she kissed ii
passionately.
"Girard! GirardI" she cried: II can
never forsake you! Forgive me for the
thought"
In another moment she discovered
that Hunt was standing near her, and,
sitting her emotion, she stood dignified
and erect before him.
II thank you for the compliment you
pay me in wishing me TO be your wife =
she said. but must decline the honor.
For-l might as well tell you frank,
| do not love you, and il would never b,
possible for me to care for ;ou in an,
but the most distant way. | gave III.
heart TO my husband years ago. and
love him this moment as much as in ,h.
days we spent tuge; her in this lit.
cottage. The very walls remind me
him. and TO forsake him row that h.
not here would be the rrosscst s;.crilege
My life shall he one long sweet dcyo,io.
to him. | belong to him now as on M,
wedding day. thank you, sir. Good
by"
The stranger bowed reverently and
left the room. Fifteen minutes later he
was comfortably seated in the state
room OF rr'.man car.
Il couldn't tell her." he unused; 1.-THE
shock would have been too great. 1t
was long time ago. but il all comes
back 10 ne now How well remember
the Eishi when Fedora aid wrote iii.s !.
note ;;isd signed the captains name
And the letter from the conxuI-tha,
was what puzzled us fol awhile. till we
found that old planter from Soutt.
America. who had been educated in
England. He wasn't afraid 10 risk the
forgery md so it went. Aud hen III,
mail that is. part of the raai! that we
sent back: ! always had u enrius:iy 10
know what WAS in some O these letters.
Poor Margaret. She loves ne still
No-she said she didn't love me. Which
isit? Id give n good deal 10 know who
the deuce she does love. anyway" -De-
troit Free Press.
WOrshlp.
These biscuits are rather heavy" he
observed.