The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1901-09-27

II must CO.. Alison rose abruptly.
Her lips were dry. her voice sounded
harsh. ~ must go. You make me-"
she sought an impressive word. and
could find only the tame one, ''un-
comfortable" Its inaptitude made her
laugh. nervously.
Zone moment. j mus. tell you
that, at least, have been punished
for my sin against you-punished
enough, / think--much as / deserved.
For such jealousy as mine was an
illness, an agony fire that threat
ened to burn my very life away. What
/ suffered! cannot speak of it, even
now, without feeling sick and faint"
There was a long and painful ST.
lence. The atmosphere seemed too
heavy to breathe; each could hear the
other painting softly. At last Allison
said, with a jerk:
"You feel things strongly"
'Yes, and SO do you. That is why
I know you can understand and for
give me. Sometimes / wonder what
/ should have done if"-her voice fell
to a whisper-'if had found out that
that my suspicious were true, and
he-loved someone-else. 1.-THE mere
thought of ii almost kills me-"
A violent shudder passed through
her frame, and the happy, comely
face was convulsed into age and plain
ness for a moment. Her next words
came with a gasp that was like
sob.
slow weak and silly you must
think me, Miss Cole. But you are re-
sponsible for this schoolgirlish out
break. Does not everyone you meet
wish TO confide in you? Can anybody
resist the spell Of your sympathy?
If might only have you for friend.
But that is asking too much, ! know.
! should bore you with my uninterest-
ing affection. Yet if you ever need n
Trustworthy friend. if l can do any
thing to atone for having once
wronged you in my thoughts, nothing
could make me happier
She took the limp hand formally
extended to her. Goodbye" she
said. with winning smile of apology
and kindness still lingering about her
flexible mouth: Goodbye, do hope
you'll be happy, you deserve to be-
Alison shrank as if she had received
blow. She recovered herself quick
ly, however. and asked. on a sudden
impulse: Are you happy?" The
other woman dimpled into laugh.
"Come and see me with my chill
dren. You will not need TO ask then"
Out in the air Alison Cole reeled at
first. then set off as fast rs she could
walk. under a drilling rain, of which
she was scarcely conscious. Her
thoughts whirlcd delirously.
AT last-at last we've met. Rivals
and enemies. by all the laws of con-
vention. yet two women who could
have loved, and understood. and
helped each other. She wanted TO be
friends think of it. And my face,
| that told her so much, did not tell her
the truth. though / writhed before
her Thank God for that! Thank
God she can still be happy
She pulled up on the curb and hailed
a hanson driving towards her. But
someone had already claimed it. The
cabman pulled up few PAGES off. then
drove away with another fare. Alison
walked on.
"'First come. frse serve So all
through life." She laughed at this
prosaic illustration of theme for
tragedy "The first, not the fittest.
Because he met her before ] crossed
his path-and there is nothing to tell
us what the real face of love will be
| like when we see it. We are made
| ignorant. and then punished for ouI
| ignorance? Is it fairs il just?"
"Ah, yes" she thought: perhaps
things are leveled more than they
seem to our tangled notions of jus
tice. She has her husband. her home
and her children. while | am alone and
have nothing. But have never beer
iealous-she has. ! have always beer
sure of him-she has not. II she hai
his children and sits at his table. have
| not shared all the romance of hi:
life? DO we not sit at the feast o
memory together, he and I-alwayl
together. So the sum balances out
| And why should she not get he
hearts dcsire?'' Mrs. Kynaston wa
wondering, too. on her way home
She felt sure that dear Miss Cole ha'
story--a secret sorrow which sh
longed to share. And she told he
husband so.-Black and White.
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