The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1901-01-21

tributed. 1t is so glorious when one!
motives are understood and appreciat
ed"
IT suppose it is" said the other. He
was thinking Of the time when this mar
was the butt of the village fun, and he
was conscious of feeling of shame fol
the part he had taken in the cruelty
Jones" said he, extending his hand
suddenly, forgive me-"
Forgive you," Jones was quite as
tonished.
Yes, for-for not knowing you. You
are worth In the sight of heaven more
than all the rest of us put together"
"Bosh!" said Jones. But his lips quiv-
cred again, and the clasp of his hand
was exceedingly warm. 1T is good of
you to say so. 1t is very gratifying to
me to have one of my old friends say
that, even if it is not true. I am no
more morthy than I was seven years
ago"
1t was not reproof, and vet it was.
The other hung his head. Don't let us
talk of it, Jones'" he said; don't let us
speak of those times.
Every WE'LL" said Jones. And then,
with a suggestion of hunger in his eyes,
he said good by.
| Six months later the two men met
again. Jones bore the appearance of
one to whom physical rest has been
long unknown but there was sparkle
in his eyes that he other had never be-
fore seen there, and he carried his chin
high, as one who is satisfied with him
self He greeted the other with some
| thing like effusiveness and the other
wondered, and said so frankly, whether
he was in the habit Of assuming new
character twice each year.
God is very good" said Jones, in ex-
| PLANTATION of the lightness of his heart
''Those people down there were more
glad to see me than I had expected.
! They actually showered me with bless
| ings-regularly honest blessings, that
entered into my life and lifted me up. /
shall never look upon yellow fever with
horror again. I don't know when have
enjoyed myself as / have during the
| last six months. There would be little
to dread-little of sorrow--in the world
We're it for human ignorance Possibly
it is better so. Man would be a wild,
dangerous sort Of animal if his spirit
were not subdued with occasional hot
irons The keenest delight known to us
is that which comes with calamity I'M
realized. Yes, sir, it is well that we are
ignorant"
You are philosopher, Jones'"
Don't call an old friend Names" said
Jones gravely. zone day down there
word came from out in the country that
family--a whole famlly--was down
with the fever. There was no one to
give them care. The messenger, me-
gro boy, asked If we could not send
some one to them, and 1t just happened
that was so situated that / could go.
1t was too good an opportunity to lose.
knew they would be glad to see me.
1t was worth the long ride under the
broiling sun and through the choking
dust to NEE an honest, heartfelt, fervent
welcome from some Of ones fellow crea-
lures. It--was-worth--th
more"
He repeated the words slowly, mois-
tening his lipe the while, as one does
when the memory Of something pleasant
fingers.
1T was well that got there when 1
did. There were three In the family-a
man, a woman and daughter fam
lily that had come from the north for
the sake of the mothers health. Their
small plantation was practically isolat-
ed, and they had not feared the fever.
They were quite unprepared for 1T. 1t
is not necessary for me to tell you of
the struggle we had; 1t is sufficient to
say that they all lived. And one after
noon when they were fconvalescent and
l was able to remit the care, which I'M
til that time had been constant seat
ed myself in a rocking chair, with the
family photograph album upon my lap.
] did not remain seated long, for among
the first portraits in the book was that
of sirl-a girl who liked like one I
had known-we had known-at home.
rose to my feet excitedly and carried
the book to the woman, pointing with a
finger that shook disgracefully to the
portrait.
"'Who is it?' asked.
"'My brothers daughter she said.
"'And her name is
MARY Brown
my legs went out from under me
then and my head buzzed. / was tired |
out, I suppose. ! collapsed into chair |
and the woman in her weakness not no.
ticing, went on talking as some women
do.
My maiden name was Brown she
said I haven't seen my brothers folks
for ten years or more but we have new
er ceased to correspond. Poor Mary
was sick a while ago The doctors call
ed 1t galloping consumption But it
wasn't. If it had been she'd have died.
The doctors don't always know, begging
your pardon, sir Twas something else,
like a decline, kind of pining away,
that was a mystery. Her mother thinks
now twas love for young fellow--one
If the harum- scarum sort--that lived in
The village once. She thinks so because
he girl got into way after a while of
talking in her sleep--repeating over and
over the fellows name, which was
Tones. 1t seems that Jones was her
whole life, and yet, after he'd flirted
With her for time he went away, and
1as never been heard of since. He
must have been a heartless scamp. Poor
grill!
"'And she isn't married YETI? | ask
ID. My throat was so dry that I had to
xert all my strength to make my voice
audible.