Daily camera., 1901-04-08

cities. Many worked nara lOF tl1ne
on newspapers. l can do it-I know
can. Ii s my destiny!"
"But you cannot go to the city
alone, dear heart!" he cried, aghast.
He ,id net ike her sad name of Do
lores, ard seldom called her by it.
''Besidcs, this whim-"
| at is no whim!" she had fared out.
at is the work | am born to do-the
work | am fitted to do. Now that
nv mother is dead, and brother Rob
and his wife are running the place,
| I'm only in the way. No one will miss
me if ! GO
mo one!" he had said, passionate
ly. "Oh, love-my love!' Huskiness
caught him strangely. She only no.
| ticed what an ugly tie he wore.
you won't care after awhile. Per-
haps you don't care now. Perhaps
| you only think you care!"
"Dolores." he said, in a tone she
| had never heard him use before.
She had always been her own mis-
tress She had lived in books. She
had exaggerated ideas of the facility
with which one, imaginative, although
unframed might earn a living by lit
| erary work. And she did not dream
| that in such work experienced medioc-
rity counts for more than crude, un-
polished talent.
Il don't mean to hurt you, Everett,
but | must succeed must! | know
what a pleasant home you have to
! offer the woman you marry, ana how
| hard you have worked to gain it.
| know how good you are, and if it
| were not that l must work out my
| destiny"
II shall watt" declared the young
farmer, grimly. 81 shall wait-al-
ways. And if all should not be as
you fancy-if things go wrong"
Nothing will go wrong!" She
was sufficiently youthful and pretty
in those days to be arrogant without
arousing resentment. Nothing! /
will succeed
For awhile she had almost gloried
| in her rebuffs-in her disappoint-
ments. Those who had won recogni-
ton had had to bear the neat and
| fardel of the day. Her education was
better than that of many of the wom-
| en- she met whose work was remuner-
ative. She had health. Enthusiasm
that most inspiring stimulant-was
hers, And she worked hard.
| But this was the end of ii all-fail-
ure. Something she had missed
what, she did not know. Lack of her
editary taste, the privilege of "stum-
| bling against books in babyhood," as
| Emerson asserted he had done, or the
| absence of congcnial companionship
during a young life of rural isolation
at all events her poems were not
| printed, her critical articles came
back, envelopes ominously thick con-
| tinued to meet her with satiric sill
ence. and publishers made suave and
| insufficient excuses for the return of
her laboriously written manuscripts.
| She could not-she would not 60
| home Besides, she had the vial in
the glazed red paper. Her grip tight
ened on it when she again recalled
the asters and the .marigolds in the
triangular bed near the summer
house. The summer house where
Dear heart." cried a voice. as it
really you!"
The intersection of Adams and State
streets was crowded. She turned
with start The bottle fell from her
hand. 1t shivered into a hundred
| h., etl L 4
gent, penetrating odor arose. Shak-
ing, the girl looked into the kind,
eager face of her old lover!
Dolores! What lucky chance! /
have looked for you every year / came
10 town to sell my cattle. But you
had hidden yourself too well. How
thin you are-how changed. You
have been sick-you are sick!"
There was a roaring in her ears.
She put out her hand blindly. 1t was
grasped in a good, tight, hard clasp
the kind of grip that steadies heart
and brain.
"My poor girl The fight is too
hard for you! Come-we must get
away from this crush. What stuff
was in that bottle-carbolic acid?
Phew. how it smells! There-it's
quieter here. Walk slowly. Lean on
me- You're feeling better now?"
The protecting presence, the ex-
pre- ssion OF anxious solicitude, the
brooding tenderness of the familiar
voice brought to her in an instant a
revelation of life and Iove-of all that
she had hitherto failed to appreciate
of all that she must never lose out
of her life in all the days to be!
Everett she whispered, do you
want me to go home with you now?
Or-or is there anyone-else?"
There could never be anyone else,
dear heart"
"Some time I shall tell you what
I meant to do-to-day."
"Never mind telling me-" The
steadfast love in his eyes thrilled her
"Only-come home. And try to care
for me-if you can. You are tired
out. The old place is beautiful now"
Worry Unfortunate.