The Houma courier. (Houma, La.) 1878-1939, 1900-01-06

ana Pred good.
he had rsansd.
eE 5u Size agenched Il 0EaV.
ing pea doFn tbe long han
8s bad no fear IF Tile Success az his.
aid there vas & Yerf senasr feei-
his heart IS he looked at tie
paaet ste fgure. Is she worked o
witty ind accurately this morning
She bad flushed when she saw the VIC
lets but had net thanked him nor
stened them in the bosom Of her
plain black gown as usual.
Peer little woman, he solilo-
quized, must put some pleasure
into her bare life.
He knew she was a widow, a sol,
diers widow COO, but he knew Moth
ing more about her. His heart quite
expanded and he laid many plans ia
brighten the summer of this lone lit
tie widow, and incidentally his own
is he watched the pretty, flushed face
this morning
After Geraldine, MS wife, came
hack-s'ah, well, that would be diff
ferent bnt Of course she would see
that for herself.
The morning wore along and asthg
lunch hour approached, Warning felt
a triae uneasy. She had not once ad.
dressed him except as her duties de-
manded.
But he reasoned, sthis has beer
q busy morning, and she is the soul Of
faithfulness."
So he asked her to 60 toduncheon
with him as usual, and she had re-
quested to be 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:
'Very well, my dear, if let you of
now, viii YOU take dinner with mel"
She raised her beautiful eyes to his
face, and half smiled as she replied:
IF you viii take me to my home first,
I 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, Of
Else, here his eyes frightened, "a triae
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 vioIets 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 a tall apartmen'
house and stopped at the modest doo
Of the t%hird-aoor flat.
Then she spoke, and Richard War
ing felt the hot blood rush to his face
at her words.
Mr.. Waring, have respected you,
reverenced You, for your great kind
ness to a friendless, struggling WON
an. have wanted to serve you il
every way possible, and | have hello
you above all men in my heart.
Yesterday I overheard those re-
marks made by vour friends and
coupled with your own, realized that
after all my idoIwas clay.''
Here he would have spoken, but
she went on hurriedly, trembling:
mr.. Waring, I do not believe you
are like all the rest. I cannot help
but think you viii still be my friend,
even when tell you / can never be to
you anything but a humble employee,
your typewriter"
Waring froWned ominously. Her
hand was on the latch, and as he tried
to detain her, she threw wide open
the door and Immediately a chubby,
dimpled, fair-faced boy Of three years
ran r%aptuTously to her, clinging to her
dress and dancing up and down in
childish glee, as he cried out in sweet,
baby accents: sMuvver is come;
muvVer is come"
He was not wholly bad, as 1 have
said, and his good angel stood at his
81 a
elbow now. "A mist came over his
sight and he brushed away something
very like tears, as he said: Il win be
your friend, indeed, and turned and
went out into the night.
Mildred Murdoch is stiu the capa-
bic typewriter for Richard Waring &
Co. attorneys at law. Her employer
IS her sincere friend and many toy
comes to the tiny fiat for Jack, but
there are no flowers on her stand now
a-days, and il Richard Warings heart
there is an abiding tenderness and re-