The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-11-03

| Copyright, 1901, by Daily Story Pub. Co..
He was passing her with the slightest
| and most formal gesture of greeting
when something that flashed into the
girls face at sight of him-a look half
defiant, half appealing.-made him turn
| back
"Aliciap he cried
/ 'Jack!' she answered, and not all her
! will could keep the throb of gladness out
| of her voice
| The hurrying crowd along Broadway
+ caught them up in it's great resistless
| tide, and swirled and beat about them,
| now pushing them together, now sweep
| ing them the width of the pavement
apart, but presently when they had
weathered one of the little human eddies
| he turned towards her.
..And so," he said, you are really go
| ing to marry old Grigsby?''
yes" she answered, looking straight
| before her.
II read it in the morning papers, he
| went on they made quite story out
| OF it: Romance of beautiful young
1 artist who captures the heart of a trust
| magnate A union of youth, and beauty,
and Millions and all the rest of it., you
/ know. It made the old days seem very.
| far off, Alicia
| "There-there was never anything be-
| tween you and me-" she said, hurried1y,
4 There couldn't be. We were both too
! desperately poor. 1t would have been
| madness to think of such thing. We
/ " ere like foolish children. We played
! with love- E :
| ..And people who play with fire end
| by burning their fingers he went on
ruefully.
| st am only going to do what I always
| said 1 should do, the girl answered
| doggedly.
81 know-I know the man returned,
sbut still I suppose one never believes
IN the misfortune that he breads most
/ until it gets him by the throat, and then
| it. is too late to cry out, isn't it? Do you
! remember that first winter when you
came to town, when you lived in shah
by little studio, and cooked your meals
i over gas jet, and dreamed of fame?
| You used to think in those days that you
l would be a great artist some day, Alicia. :
81 have found out better now" replied
I the girl with a mirth1ess laugh. had
] faith in many things then that / don't
/ believe in now" 4ss;-.
/ sIn love?' suggested the man.
/ .In love-" repeated the girl.
! cit is pity said the man softly.
"wf1en a woman ceases to believe in love
1 she has trampIed all the roses under foot
4 and for her the world holds no more
beauty and fragrance. she mas thrown
away that which gave the salt and SAVIOR
| to life, and all the rest is dust and ashes
on her lips
The girl turned upon him so fercely
that passer-by glanced at her curl
/ ousIy. "Why do you say this to- me-
i she cried What does man know of
| what poverty means to a woman? You
1 have been rich You have had the good
/ things Of life. You have known what 1t
/ was to feast, and be care free and happy,
j but suppose you had been like me-that
| all your life you had eaten the bitter
A bread of dependence, that you had seen
i yourself sighted trampled upon, thrust
i aside. always Cinderella sitting in the
i ashes. Suppose you saw your beauty
dinrmed by shabby clothes, your wit
i dulled by the deathly round OF daily
/ drudgery-ofl," she broke in passionafeiy
I .T tell you I have waited IN the ante
/ room of fashionable women, no more re-
] earded than servant, until finally, when
the dull and ugly mistress did come IA,