Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-11-14

is tnere nothing else than that?"
There is Classy" / said, shortly
probing the thing to the bitter end in
spite of my feeling of shame.
Il loathe him." she cried.
Certainly. that should have been
enough But the evening before Cas-.
sy had spoken to me as though he
, were sure of my love; had told me,
indeed, that he was certain of winning
her.
Welt" asked Grace. as | was still
silent. Are you satisfied yet, Mr.. Ii,
quisitor?'
HE told me yesterday" said /.
and broke of, much asha. I'D.
Go on. please" said she. Il am
sick of this business of Mr. Classy and
yourself. He comes to the house and
has lone councils with father, and
tries to hold me in conversation. And
all the while am as rude to him as
can well be. And here | tell you
again that there is no one else but you
in my mind, and you will not believe
me-
Il do believe you. | cried With
all my heart | believe you, and if /
see Classy before l go | will tell him,
excuse me, that he is a liar
So that was why the great gates of
st. Lazare smiled at me the next day
They babe me enter new world in
which | was to work for her.
Heaven knows | worked hard in a
playing city. In my garnet her photo
graph looked at me always from the
mantelpiece, | could not count the
times at which I sat before it, smok-
ing sometimes, sometimes (when luck
was OUT biting hard on an empty
pipe. Through dark hours of grub
biness and even hunger, l said that l
did not care. I said that nothing mat
tered but this, that she had promised
to be true to me. l said that Classy
. could rise to be head of hundred
banks, but she would resist him and
her father to stick to me. And with a
blessing on her unspoken on my lips,
would knock out my pipe and go hap
, PLY to bed.
1 Some little success came to me at
, the end of my first year. | remem.
, Der that | went out and roamed the
! streets, restless and with beating
} heart, the evening that / knew of it
Returning, L knocked against fellow
! worker, an Englishman and a student
like myself. We sympathized with
| each others loneliness, and in the end
he asked me to come and smoke a
! pire with him and look at some of his
work.
He must have been in as poor
| straits as myself, for there were only
three less stairs to the room where he
| lived. / followed close behind him
cropping in the dark. AS he struck a
, match the room was bright for mo
ment. l could distinguish nothing at
first. But when he had lit the gas he
turned to me, and l was reaching for
the mantelpiece to steady myself. A
| photograph of my love, identical with
my own, laughed at me from the wall.
Where did you get that?" / cried,
catching him by the arm.
What on earth is the matter,
MANI" said he. Don't dig your nails
into me like that"
20, that's my cousin he said. She
only sent it quite recently. I've had
in the world but the laughing photo
graph and myself. l know that next
! found myself in the streets, striding
| along down from the great arch that
| stood black against the sky, and not
stopping till l reached the bridge at
Suresness. / had been right in my
doubts. Classy, the outsider, had
beaten me.
From that day there was no more
working for the hope of seeing her.
Just to work for the sake of the work,
and to win a dead success. had no
desire to return to England now. Only
there grew a fresh desire, to have re-
venge on him.
To Caversham, some time after,
told something of the common enough
story. / was glad that he was silent,
and searched for no words of sym
patty. 1t was through him, as the
years went on, and no longer did my
stuff on the chance of selling it, bus
sold it before I had taken brush in
hand, that / learnt Classy had lived
too high and been detected in embez-
element and sent to prison.
That was no revenge for me, for
was only sorry for her. l tried hard
to seek her out. but could find no
trace of her.
Some time after that took hol-
iday in the country to get material for
some illustrations of the district for
which l had been asked. And one
day, as | tramped alone, after dinner
at a tiny inn, the moor mist closed in
upon me and completely lost my
way. And when | had been walking
haphazard for a long time there
came through the mist the duh clang-
ing Of a bell.
saw a light from a window at last.
A woman came to the door of the cot
tage with a shawl about her face and
shoulders.