The suburban citizen., 1901-03-23

seemed choking him--a great lumI
that would not let him breathe-for ,
minute, then he said.
II honor you, Miss Ellet, as I honol
my mothers memory. For you, ant
for any dear to you, l would do any
thingw
He would not hurt her by refusing
to Keep the watch "as security" ant
she could not see how tenderly hC
kissed it before locking it in the safe
in his desk-for she was standing by
Leland Forsyth, and looking him quiet
ly in the face, as she said:
Here is the money Lee. AS for the
half Of 1t that was mine, l never wish
It again. The balance you will pay
some time. l must go now. Good-by
Lcep
She meant something more than an
everyday good-by, and the young man
knew it.
He took eagerly the hand she extend.
ed and drew her little nearer to him.
But she released herself presently, and
stood looking at the spray of the foun.
tain, seeing only the splendor of a
dream, and the vastness of it all.
1T was a sweet sweet life. but it is
over now," she said, as if talking to
her heart.
"What is over Molie?" asked For
syth.
"Everything-between you and me-"
she answered, lifting her eyes that had
only sorrow in them-sorrOw, and a
deep deep pain,
Forsyth's face blazed with anger.
$50" he hissed, selling her by the
shoulder and pressing his fingers hard
into the tender flesh. 1T means that,
does it? l might have known better
than to have trusted beautiful face
But really, he got you cheap"
If Leland Forsyth could have had
his words back by the loss of his right
hand, he would have suffered that loss
gladly. Half-drunken though he was,
he knew that nothing could henceforth
bridge the awful gulf he himself had
fixed between his life and hers; and
the knowledge took his strength away.
He sank upon the basins rim and
bowed his head in his hands, shivering
from head to feet.
She looked at him for moment, the
Saints scorn" on her face fading out,
and leaving only pity there Then she
turned, and vent through the sunshine
and the singing of birds to her work,
that had in it now no hope Of anything
fair and sweet-no couleur de rose of
love-nO anything bu> the peace that
must go hand-in-hand with duty.
Six months later she redeemed her
watch,
She had worked so hard to do this
She had gone without the actual com.
forts of life, that she might meet the
obligation when it became due-for she
guessed rightly that no help would
come to her from Forsyth, and she had
grown thin and pale, and weak.
Geoffrey Blake had noted all this,
but a seal was on his lips. He could
not tell his love to the promised wife
of another, though it wrung his heart
to see the changes wrought by a few
brief months; and his voice was
choked with tears when he said:
"And when am to congratulate
Forsyth" He did not say "you." He
could not be false to his convictions
even in so slight a thing; and he knew
that Mary Bllet's marriage with For.
syth would be, so far MS she was con-
cerned, no subject for Congratulation.
"When he makes himself worthy the
love of a good woman's llfew she said,
quietly
DO you mean" be began, eager
ly
Il mean that for six months / have
not seen him. l shall never see him
again! The old dream is ended Do
not mention it any more; but do not
blame himw
Her voice was low and even; her
eyelids were dropped She did not see
the man cover his face with his hands
to hid his joy, nor the light there when
the hands had sought her own.
"Mollie" he said, ahd something in
his voice assured her of what she was
to hear. "Mollie!