The suburban citizen., 1902-06-21

"ForgiYe me" pleaded the girl Oy
her side. She laid EliZabeth's white
hand against her check and patted 1t
gently.
I'm forgiven am not?"
"Youre al uncomfortably eyactlng
person." cried Elizabeth; besides, 1t is
so unfatterlng, you know; don't you
imagine a man could find something
about myself to love as well as my
money!
Eyes" replied Miriam declsively,
"therc is So much about you TO love
that should wish him to quite forget
the money"
Rob does" said Elizabeth.
81 want to tell you something OF \
little romance OF my own
"Oh, I'm so glad! Is it Arthur"
at is not Arthur" said the younger
girl resolutely, II do not think 1t ever
will be Arthur. 1t was-somebody else
years ago"
How many years ago." Elizabeth
laughed saily.
Years and years and years ago, it
seems to me- Miriam spoke in low
voice. Il was very young then and
very credulous and very unwise. The
year mother took you to Europe, when
was a junior at college, l was left,
you remember, at Uncle Sperry's. At
a picnic one day met n young man
from Boston. He was handsome and
fascinating and-different from anyone
had ever known. l thought it was ro-
mantle to have a secret. We got en-
gagged. l had only seen him twice since
that time--when l have been at Uncle
Sperry's. We have cOrresponded regu-
larly. 1 had letter from him two
days ago. He said he was coming to
see my mother next week. l was so
happy. Then-yesterday mother die
tated letter to me-for him. At first
l thought it was her droil way Of
doing things, giving us lovely surprises
as she sometimes does. Then"
Elizabeth had risen to her feet again.
She was looking down with frightened
wide-open eyes at her niece.
"Who was he?" she asked IN a whis-
per.
Miriam put her hand to her throat.
She drew out a slender chain and
slipped from it a gold locket. She
opened 1t and handed it to Elizabeth.
Robin cried the girl in choking
voice. Then she sank back in the chair
and covered her face with her hands,
The lccket tlnkled to the floor. Miriam
stopped and picked it up, then she
tossed it into little cave Of red EN-
bers. Around it the blue and green
flames of the driftwood leaped glee.
fully.
Last June 1 was a guest at a beautI-
full church wedding. l arrived early.
There was a long wait in the flower.
adorned church. l could not help hear.
ing conversation close to my ear.
Miriam ought to be one of the most
beautiful brides who ever entered this
church." said one woman.
And one of the happiest. Still,
never fdncled she would marry Arthur
Rutledge He simply waited devotedly
determined she would marry him"
"She loves him to-day, believe, as
he does her. She will make a remark
ably good wife, her mother has given
her such a splendid training. She
ought to be power socially in Albany
where Arthur goes to the Senate this
fall. There is nothing in the way Of
home affairs that Miriam is not thor
Oughly familiar with. She has a way
with servants that makes them adore
her. l once had a girl from the OLD.
field house who quoted Miss Miriam
to me constantly. She has all sorts OF
traits that make servants love her. She
Is conslderate of their comfort, and al
ways looking out to give them bit OF
pleasure or an outing when she can,
| yet l think from something this Ellen
OF mine once said, half their respect
and alteration of Miriam is because she
knows as we'll or better than even her
servants do how every kind Of work
should be done; that, suppose, came
from the training she took IN domestic
science"
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fine common.sense upbrlnglng."
"That's true. What a different fu-
ture Miriam has from her pretty little
aunt Mrs. Hawley. You never knew
her, did you?"
mo"
"She was a little beauty, and had a
magnificent voice which she had cultl-
waited in Paris. and her grandmother
left her a fortune. Mr.. Hawley-the
New York man she married-spent her
fortune and then treated her badly
She left him and went on the concert
stage. Last winter her singing made
a sensation in the West. She is"
"Sh-h-h-h! the bridal party is com.
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