The Globe-republican., 1901-04-04


her own home A cable car ran out to
the pretty place. She would go there.
She would call at the house She would |
ask the lady who dWelt therein: What |
is Charlie Everett to you?" When that |
was answered she would know how |
worthy OF continued loyalty was her |
confessed lover But not until the |
morning. She would not go until morn
ing.
shame to doubt him.' cried her
heart through all the sleepless night
that followed But her rigid will 81
fenced that assailing protest. So the
morning of the beautiful day that
followed found her at the gate of a
cosey cottage set back amid a group of
bare-branched naples. There were
drifts of snow in the little garden but
the air was warm with the effulgent
prescience of spring So peaceful was
the place. the hour, her courage almost
failed her. All the blinds were down.
The entrance she chose brought her
to a side door. She rang the bell. A
maid appeared
MAY L" Mary Vane began, then
faltered. For whom should she ask?
yes" the girl replied. Come in"
Marveling Mary followed her. She
curtains were drawn Tapers burned
| in the dimness. At first Mary fancied
! that
s.There was silence, and nothing there
| And Jasmine, and roses, and rose
mary
Then she saw that there was some
thing else. A coffin, and in it lying
| white-robed form, with folded hands,
| and lilies lying the pulseless breast.
| Mary shrank back
ooh" she cried. fShe is dead"
Eyes. Miss. I thought you wished
to see her. A good many of the neigh
| bors were in last evening She had
| many friends hereabout for all her
| misfortunes. Amt those lilies beauti-
full? Mr.. Charlie sent them. Twenty
eight for twenty-eight years"
Mary went nearer. looked down on
tbs dead face, young face which mad
once been lovely, but bore the unmls-
taxable impress of sorrow and suffer
ing.
Its not many men, went on the
do what Mr.. Charlie did After his
brother was injured in that railroad
wreck four years ago he begged MT
Charlie in dying to take care OF ms
| young wife Mr. Charlie promised
him. He has supported her and given
her every comfort since. She was al
ways weakly and when her mind gave
out from brooding over her husband
death, and she was such a charge, Mr.
Charlie was that gentle and patient
with her-my! She had spells of I'M
) Outstanding. Then she'd beg not to Dc
1 | sent to an asy1um-not that Mr. Char-
$ lie would think of such a thing She
wouldn't hurt bird, poor dear!
j | There. That is Mr.. Charlie nowi'
i A step crossed the hall Looking
pale and worn, Charlie Everett came
into the room. His face lighted up a
: sight of his sweetheart
'+You-Maryt" he cried
eHush." she begged She brok'
d down, crying bitterly Don't look a
9 NEEDN'T speak to me until I hav'
told you how it is that am here"
She brokenIy whispered the truth
You can never trust me again." sh
said IN conclusion.
He took her in his arms.
Perhaps I should have spoken t.
you of her, but 1 hated to cast so darl
a shadow over your young life
could not keep up two households, an
she was penniless- She was my charg
before I learned to love you. My frs
duty was to her The doctors agreet
she could not live long As for trust
fng-my dearest, you must forgive m
for not having conflded in you-I you
for your doubt of me. So we are equal
Is it not Whittier who writes:
Love scarce is love that never know
The sweetness of forgivingi''
i They passed out together into tn
br1lliance OF the Sabbath morning
Occasion Is Tricky.
Fortune is like the market wher
many times, If you can stay a little tn
price will fall; and again, it is some
d times like Sibylla's offer which at frs
y offereth the commodity at full, the
consumeth part and part and sti
d holdeth up the price; for occasion "a
e 1T is in the common verse; e.turneth
/ bald noddle after she hath presente
J. ner locks in front and no hold taken,
$ or. at least, turneth the handle OF tn
ID bottle first to be received, and afte
the belly, which is hard to clasp
n Francis Bacon
J.