Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-10-13
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That will he pleasant for both of
YOU
Is she too going to Dublin"
All says she. After this stiff crosS-
examination she sinks back upon het
seat as though eXhauted bodily and men
tally.
\ heightened parSc cnsues. Al thos,.
yeses had fallen from him mechanically:
he had heard her words indeed, but his
thoughts had been miles away. The
! drumming of huge humble bee upon
the window pane, enraged at its impris-
/ Gnmcnt, Is the only sound that break
the oppressive stiffness of the day
4 shant be back till Christmas" says
the young man at last. without looking
up. If he had said. II shan't be back
for ten years. his voice could not have
been more melancholy.
christmas is not very far off, says
she quite calmly.
seems to be dispersed on the moment: Il
determined hardness takes its place. "To
some of us, no doubt, it sounds as though
i it Were even near. Well coming close
/ to her and holding ont his haud-'Good-
| bye"
/ Goodbye" returns She. letting hm
/ take her slim little hand, but refusing g.
! return his pressure, which indeed had
! been slight. That hers trcmbles in his
( he knows. but he puts thar touch of merry
I BUSINESS down To the weakness from
/ which she has been suffering.
/ He takes up his hat. holds it rrcs0lCtv-
/ ~. and then looks down at her again.
/ There is one thing" says he. You
have accused me of being unjust. | have
/ done YOU this much justice at least.
/ believed from the tirst-I knew-yoa
would not marry Crawford"
l.. I II.
ouSly-not knowing!
y the door he pauSes, and looks bacE
I again. word. Il glance. would have re
| called him TO her forever, but no such
/ word comes. VIII he ever forget thai
/ slight. fragile form lying SO prone upon
/ the old lounge, that pretty white face,
/ the cleaning eyes-the unkindly eyes
and beyond them all, the cruel. careless
/ smile?
"Goodbye," says he again. lingering
as though unconsciously hoping for re-
/ call that Is not in one of her thoughts.
"Goodbye! Bon voyage smiles she,
! concealing to the last rs only woman
can. the grief and despair that is tearing
! her heart in two. She even waves him a
/ little idle adieu with her hand.
Stamer. as though overcome by this
/ last token Of her Indifference. goes ont
! quickly. drawing the door after him with
rather unnecessary violence.
When he is quite gone, when the last
/ sound Of his footsteps has died away
upon the hail outside, Evelyn lets her
head fall back upon her cushions.
! He does not love her says She with
slow, certainty that has vel. no joy OF
she pauses here and long low. heavy
! sigh PARIS her colorlcss lips-''but ho
| loves no one else either
All life's despair seems to rest in this
certainty. She moves her head little
t" one side. as though seeking that wall
to which we all turn when the extremity
of grief and sorrow has found home
! with us. Her long lashes fall upon her
| checks as if to hide her eyes, but tears
rush from beneath the tired lids and
chase each other in sad fashion down the
! pallid cheeks. betraying the secret that
those eyes would hide.
Oh. If he could have loved her.
Meanwhile he. who not only could have
| loved her but does love her. is stridine
through the hall, and is feeling quite 4
| yind1ctlve pleasure in hearing the hall
door slam behind him to such report as
might be reasonably supposed sufficient
| to rouse the neighborhood.
The neighborhood not rising. however
he strides down the avenue in a com
plete solitude most conducive TO learned
! thought.
Such thought. however. is far from
| nihl. Ills thoughts at present are dis
! tinctly commonplace. and have one young
! woman for their motive power. The one
fell question as to whether he hates or
| loves her most is agitating his BOSOM
How changed she is. How unap-
pToachable' What has happened to her:
He used TO think she liked him beyond
most of her friends, and now
| y month ago she was the gayest Great
| ure alive the vcrieSt child of nature
! taking all things as they came. and en-
Joying them; but today she was WON
an. and an unfeeling one.
she didn't care Il screw about his going
| away. That was apparent, He would
be a fool indeed. a greater fool even than
! he has been. to believe anything less than
| that. She had cared nothing She had
! been perfect block of ice when he men
I toned it to her
Christmas to her had not seemed so
far away: it had seemed indeed as to-
| morrow or any other near date, Well.
why shouldn't it? 1t is Il near date. 4
month or two or three-what is that in
| the life of any man?
And after all. by Jove. there's balm i'm
| Gilead. She has refused that damned
fellow anyway. Confound him! Would
nothing suit him but girl young enough
to he his nd-daughter?
| Stamer with an indignant cut of his
stick takes the head off two or three nm
offending dandelions, and with heavy
sigh turns into the path that will take
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