The daily morning Alaskan., 1902-02-16
JONATHAN
Fly Pcriey Poore sheehan.

Jonathan Harrod and were chums and roommates in college Jonathan was in love and used to advise me to fall In love too. "I tell you. old man" he would say when opening n letter of familiar blue, "whcn you are not feel ing well and the world grates on you like camcrs hair shirt, there Is noth' ing SO good as an old fashioned love letter."
 They must have been tender and sympathetic. but wlthal dash of ann hltion and inspiration In them. No tale of village gossip could have brought that light Into Jonathan's eyes or that flash of color to his cheek. At their conclusion he would dream awhile perhaps and then fall at hls books and work like mad.
 He showed me her picture one night. She was dark. with high forehead and shadowy eyes. The mouth and chin were both well formed, but rather masculine It was beautiful face. though not pretty.
 Although Harrod had loved the girl an his llfe-and she him. if there be aught In the signs of the zodlac-they had misunderstanding of some sort or other during the summer that fol lowed his graduation. When he re turned east the following autumn. he was quleter than ever before and. If possible, more gentle and sympathetic.
 He and l had rooms together, where. in lieu of other inexpensive pastimes. we were wont to spend the evenings working and reading. | saw from the first that something ailed him. and as he no longer received the blue en- velopes or counseled me to lose my heart I guessed the reason and asked no questions.
 He did not become apathetlc, Jona' than didn't. His old habit of work was stronger than ever And now hls stories began to appear occasionally tn the magazines and the dear public to recognize his name and to read what went with lt.
 Two years had passed away before Jonathan had made even the slightest reference to this love affair of his. and that was when he came into my room one cheerleSs. gray November after noon the picture of abJect melancholy.
 In his hand was a crumpled piece of paper. This he placed before me on the table; then he went and seated himself before the fireplace. where l could not see his face. The paper was a clipping from some Inland Journal describing m fiorld terms the wedding of Miss wlnlfred Conover to one Amos Scheneck. Only half the article had been clipped evidently, and this had been pasted on a half sheet of note pa per.
 read the tawdry effusion through; then I twisted lt to pieces and dropped lt into the wastebasket.
 Jonathan. my boy" said, going over and seating myself on the arm of his chair. "who sent you this thing|
 "I do not know" And there was a world of sadness in his voice. "The envelope was addressed in strange hand. and not a word accompanied lt."
 We were both silent for momtnt. The logs were burning cheerily; out side the wind was blowing a gale. Jon athan sat with hls face In his hands.
 "When came here to you just now" he said. T was chilled and lonely the day Is SO sombcr-and l had been tramplng all over the country. and we'll, | came tO say goodby. wanted to leave this life and wait for Winl- fred In the next. for"-hls voice went straight to my heart-"ah. Billy, l love her sor'
 You lie down here on the lounge be. fore the fire" commanded him, "and stop this broOdlng." pushed forward
 hc couch as | spoke, and he dropped ln lt like an obedlent child. He gave nc one grateful look and then. under the influence of the genial warmth and the fatigue of many vigils, fell fast asleep.
 Whether or not dozed 1 cannot say, but suddenly was aware that some other than Jonathan was in the room. raised my eyes, and there, to my ln' finite surprise and astonishment. l saw standing opposite me. across the table. a stylishly gowned young woman.
 started to my feet with an apology on my lips. but as l glanced at her face my tongue was tied. and I remained silent. She was dark and with high forehead and shadowy eyes. The mouth and chin were both well formed. but rather masculine, and she was beau tiful. though not pretty.
 Miss Conoverr' l exclaimed.
 "Yes." she answered. with a voice that was low and vibrant, "it is l." Then, with the color mantling her cheek. she continued:
 "I have Just arrived in the city. Yesterday I learned that an ancient enemy of Jonathan's sent him a para graph from an account of cousins wedding. and"-the color Increased, then quickly subslded-"knowlag Jon athan so well, ! wished, If possible, to see him before the clipping reached him. And. you see. knew you also knew him we'll"
 Her lips closed tightly for second, then curved into a smile, Two great tears started from beneath the droop-