The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1902-07-26
By PerIey Poore sheehan.

GY ESEtrI " h1Eh18
Jonathan Harrod and I were chums
and roommates in college. Jonathan
was In love and used to advise me to
fall In love too. II tell you. old man.
he would say when opening a letter of
familiar blue, "when you are not feel
ing well and the world CRATES on you
like a cameI's hair shirt, there is moth
ing 90 good as an old fashioned love
letter"
They must have been tender and
sympathetic, but withai a dash of am
bition and inspiration in them. No tale
Of village gossip could have brought
that light into Jonathan's eyes or
that fash of color to his cheek AT
their conclusion he would dream awhile
perhaps and then fall at his books and
work like mad.
He showed me her picture n night
She was dark, with a high forehead
and shadowy eyes. The mouth and
chin were both well formed. but rather
masculine. 1t was a beautiful face.
though not pretty.
Although Harrod had loved the girl
all his hfe-and she him, il there be
aught in the signs of the zodiac-they
had a misunderstanding of some sort
or other during the summer that fol-
lowed his graduation When he re-
was quieter than ever before and, If
possible. more gentle and sympathetic.
He and I had rooms together, where.
in lieu of other inexpensive pastimes,
we were wont to spend the evenings
working and reading. 1 saw from the
first that something allied him, and
rs 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 apathetic, Jona-
than didn't. His old habit of work
was stronger than ever. And now his
stories began to appear occasionally in
the magazines and the dear public to
recognize his name and to read what
went with IL.
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 cherries, gray November after
noon the picture Of abject melancholy.
In his hand a a crumpled piece of
paper. This he placed before me on
the table; then he went and seated
himself before the fireplace, where /
could not see his face. The paper was
a clipping from some inland journal
describing in ford terms the wedding
of Miss Winifred Conover to n Amos
Scheneck. Only half the article had
been clipped evidently, and this had
been pasted on a half sheet Of note pa
per.
1 read the tawdry effusion through;
then 1 twisted it to pieces and dropped
It into the wastebasket.
Jonathan, my boy" I said, going
over and seating myself on the arm of
his chair, "who sent you this thing?"
ST do not know" And there was a
world of sadness in his voice. 1.-The
envelope was addressed In a strange
hand, and not a word accompanied it."
We were both silent for a moment.
The logs were burning cheerily; out
side the wind was blowing a gale. JON
athan sat with his face in his hands.
when I came here to you just now"
he said, 81 was chilled and lonely
the day Is so somber-and / had been
tramping all owe the country, and
well, I came to say goodby. / wanted
to leave this life and wait for Wini-
fred In the next, for"-his voice went
straight to my heart-"ah, Billy. / love
her SOP
"You lie down here on the lounge be-
fore the fire." I commanded him, "and
stop this brooding." 1 pushed forward
the couch as I spoke, and he dropped
on it like an obedient child. He gave
me one grateful look and then. under
the influence of the genial warmth and
the fatigue of many vigils, fell fast
asleep.
Whether or not 1 dozed I cannot say,
but suddenly / was aware that some
other than Jonathan was in the room.
1 raised my eyes, and there, to my in
finite surprise and establishment, / saw
standing opposite me, across he table,
a stylishly gowned young woman.
l started to my feet with an apology
on my lips. but as 1 glanced at her face