Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1899-03-20

standing in Toynbee's principal street.
AS neared 1t she came out of shop
and | sprang to meet her-my hearts
secret on my lips-and she looked at
me with no recognition in her glance
l might have been stone instead of
man. The next instant she drove off
with great clatter.
i turned the page on which that sor-
row was written long ago." the old
man continued after a considerable
pause. Il made other ties-knew
moderate amount of content, though it
never reached the high-water mark. of
that dead-and-gone happiness. My
meeting with Farringford recently
woke sad memories, and when he
touched those scars they throbbed with
pain. 1t seems that one day, in these
later years, she told him why she put
me from her life. 1t was all clear to
him then. In moment he remember
ed every detail concerning the letter.
what he had done, what l had said in
my ignorance. And the account moved
her to tears. Her heart was like that,
my little Letty-so gentle-so tender
-" His voice broke; he waited a
moment to steady it.
There was sorrow on both sides, but
l never dreamed she suffered. She
made brave fight all through, Far
ringford said, and kept her sunny ma
ture to the end. For the end has come
for her. And-and-she formed no 9TH
er ties, her home was in the homes Of
other people, her children the children
of others. Well-well-the world is
full of just such broken stories-little
pitiful romances that start gloriously
enough and then fade while life is still
young"
The president rose stiffly and
stretched himself.
II hope your chair will be mended
before l come again." he said with
forced laugh. You're careless of your
comfort, professor. l must give Han
nah the hint. Oh, about that paper
Farringford has dim recollection of
slipping it into some theological book
he was reading in the library. He
thinks there is chance of finding it
even at this late day. You're sure you
haven't seen it?"
Seen it? No-no-"
81 must institute search then, my
self. There's no rekindling dead fires,
but l want the letter my little girl
wrote for old times sake. Good
night"
The professor sat quite motionless
for hours after his guests departure
enveloped in darkness. Finally he rose
and, lighting the lamp, cast its CLEAN
searchingly around. There was no
hint, in the room, of that other pres
ence whose nearness had been so real
to him. The chair in the corner was
vacant, nor could any effort of his i'm
agination recreate that shadowy occu-
pant again. Il had fed with averted
face at his unworthy act. He was
alone.
He put the lamp down wearily and
took from an inner pocket the worn,
fiat case which contained the letter.
He opened it for the last time, he told
himself in justification, but shame and
remorse blinded him; he could not see
word. What was written there was
for Jennings sight. He felt himself
convicted of an objectionable desecra-
tion and without another glance at it's
contents he thrust the paper into an
envelope, which he addressed to his
old friend. If Jennings wondered at
the broken seal within he would think
it the accident of time or the act of
some curious hand.
The east was full of the radiance OF
new day as the professor, with a
| bulky parcel in one hand and bunch
Of faded roses in the other. left his
quiet house. He came back some hours
later without either. On his way to
his room he encountered Hannah com
ing down to her work.
you n-neednt fix that other place
again." he stammered. "M-my friend
is not coming-I shall henceforth he
alone"
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