The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-04-05
Little Marjorie's Mission.

May Worthington sat in her iuxurleus
| home thinking over. the past seven years
of her life, and, Il one may judge by
the expression upon her fair face, then
hers were no pleasant reveries.
Yet they were not all sad memories,
for her face would brighten up with an
almost holy love light in her eyes, as II
the dark clouds were almost dispelled
by strong rays of golden sunlight
And it was so. Hers was the not unfa-
miliar story of old-a life begun under the
most promising conditions, domestic hap
piness and welded unity.
Harold Worthington the trusted and
trustworthy cashier in large banking
institution, had welcomed his bride to an
elegantly appointed home. For three
years theirs was d life of ideal happi-
ness, and when little Marjorie came 10
b ess their union they felt as If their
happiness had indeed been crowned.
Then came the time when that demon
jealousy had entered the breast of Har-
old Worthington, unfounded, ii is true
and sowed by the poisonous tongue OF an
envious club man. But the little seed
so cuningly planted grew until its thorns
ranked and cut deep; and as time wore
on GOODNESS sprang up between the
once united hearts. Each was too proud
to make humble concession, and Harold
remained OliEEitT anu lOilScL a. Ills O4oDr
until finally, after an open dissension, he
remained away altogether.
Hourly each had longed for the old
happy days Of sweet, sweet home, but
pride-that barrier to so many happy fire.
sides-pride forbade.
On this particular evening May had
put little Marjorie to bed, and then she
sat down, and, relaxing her self-control,
threw her arms upon the table, and, bu-
rying her white face in them, cried out:
"Oh, Harold, Harold, if it had not been
for your unreasonable jealousy, we might
have been so happy"
SO absorbed was she that she did not
hear the ring at the door bell, nor hte
footsteps N the hall.
The man who had just entered started
back as he saw the bowed form, then
advancing he said. gently:
Mayi'
She started to her feet, and for an in
slant the old glad look of welcome sprang
into her eyes; then, suddenly remember
ing, she drew herself up proudly and
coIdly said:
Harold You here? I don't understand.
It has been so long"
Yes he replied in an equally cold
tone Il am going away for a year, two
years, ten years. cannot tell-and L
have come to make settlements for your
support and Marjorie's education before
leaving forever"
Hush She must not hear
He paused, and his glance followed that
of his wife. There, between the parted
curtains, stood a little, white-robed fig
ure, almost angelic in its purity. Then
she sprang forward with a glad cry Of
Papa! Papa! 1 knew it was my papa's
voice"
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was clasped close to the fathers heart.
The almost lleart-broken mother could
bear no more and quietly withdrew,
leaving them together.
"Papa?'
Eyes, darling"
Where have you been so long? We
have been so lonesome. 1t made mamma
cry, and when 1 said my prayers NAM
ma said If I prayed hard God would keep
you safe and bring you home. and Oh,
papa, He has. He has! You will never
go away again, will your" And she
twined her little arms around his neck
and kissed him with childish fervor.
The strong man shook with emotion,
and a great sob burst from him as he
bowed his head upon little Mariorie's
neck and asked:
And mamma-would she wish it?"
"Oh, yesl She will not cry any more If
you stay-mammai mamma! Where are
you?"
Here, dear" responded May, as she
entered the room.
Papa is never going away again, and
we shall have him all of the time. Oh.
aren't we glad mammal"
May, remembering her husbands words
when he came in, looked at his inquir-
ingly.
Shall I stay, May?"
Say yes, mamma-oh, say yes, quickr'
cried the child.
Harold" she said, and her voice rang
with truth, "as my heavenly father
bears witness, your suspicious were most
unjust-unfounded From the day that
met you at the altar your honor has
been as dear to me as my own, and I
have been faithful to you in thought,
word and deed. 1 can only answer your
question by asking another: My hus-
band, can you trust me2"
Yes, May, my own true wife. My
eyes have been opened, and I have long
ed, oh, how I have longed for this hourl
Take me back to your heart, my dar-
ling one, and let US begin again. Come,
May, come to me-"
Half an hour later the young Wife,
with happy smile upon her sweet face.
pointed to little Marjorie, as she lay
sleeping in her fathers arms
Yes" said the father as he gazed
upon the upturned face, 'the little peace
makers mission is finished. and she
sleeps"
Then they bore her to her little white
bed, kissed her closed eyes, and hand in
hand they knelt down in silent thanks
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