The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1900-03-23

Then went away, and You did not
write for weeks. 1t was only your
negligence. / never suspected you of
disloyalty. Then the time when you
were to come and visit US, and l asked
you not to delay. but come Immediate
~. few days later 1 heard that you
had stopped along the route 10 see
some one else. II was the last straw.
/ could stand no more. SO ] broke
with you. III he neglects me now az
Will be worse when we are married,
told myself. and SO. all was over be.
tween us.
Months passed by, and then came
the time two years ago when accident
threw US together. / Yielded to your
love, your charm for me was as great
as ever. You asked me to be patient
and trust YOU, and / tried. All, why
did you treat me so? Ii was the same
story OF neglect and carelessness: not
SO much what you did as what YOU
We're. You did not answer my letter.
Your excuse-you had none. You were
not busy. 1t was a revenge. You
wished TO humble my pride" The fine
scorn OF her voice cut him like whip
cords. and he turned paler as she went
on: MY pride is humbled. indeed. but
its bitterest humiliation comes from
the thought that l have loved you
you. a man who would stoop so low.
Then came ambition. | would make
You sorry. 7 would be famous and
force you 10 respect me. Fame and
fortune have come TO me. and what do
j care for IL all? Does IL please your
vanity TO think | still hove YOU? IL
need not. The best OF me never loved
you, for IL never truly respected your
character. You are never the best OF
yourself IL is only a personal charm
for me. a, poor kind of love. and de-
n. ..a-t.l
Some day L shall marry a good man
who loves me. Now, may | ask you 20
go. please? / am very tired"
There were deep lines under the gray
eyes. a pallor on the fair cheek and the
red lips trembled like those OF hurt
child.
He made a step toward her. then
paused and threw back his head def
antly.
IT have done the world a good turn"
he said. clearly. since without me II
might not. perhaps. have known the
writer OF so many clever books"
She passed her hand wearily over her
eyes and said simply. "Good-by."
"Good-by." he answered adding. as
he walked slowly toward the door. "You
cannot say that I an not good loser"
II would far rather see you good
winner Of all the good things of hfe,"
she answered, and YOU could be IL
you would be your best self Arthur"
Her sweet eyes were very wistful and
earnest and for a moment his seemed
to met them with an answering gleam.
Then he laughed softly:
Tin only a newspaper man, and
never have time for heroics." he said.
You expect too much of a man,
rlOris."
"Do I? Well perhaps do--good by"
The said YEARLY. The door closed be-
hind him, and she was alone.
She stood quite still for "A moment.
hen buried her face i'm her hands. and
rave one long. sobbing sigh.
The carriage awaits Mademoiselle."
aid Cecile at the door.
Arthur Barrett strolled into the Of
Ice OF the Morning Post Herald" long
Ifter the forms were locked To say non
that Miss Urquhart had re-
used him and he had no copy.
do you mean TO say that sha
wouldn't see you at all?' demanded
he irate editor
"well. not exactly" was The imper-
urbable reply. but the interview was
trangely unsuccessful. Boston Bud
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