The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1902-08-08

freely and enthusiastically as II this
were the beginning rather than the
end. There was no sound Of a funeral
dirge in all the music of nature.
We lunchcd on bananas bought Of
the Italian peddler. who. Bruce as
sured me, had slept with them "a
encourage their %ripening. They were
cheaper that way. and we were eco
nomical.
The heart had gone out Of the day.
IN was dying. The lights were twink
ling from the tall buildings, and /
could distinguish the Masonic tenn
pie elevators making ceaseless trips
to and from the roof garden. Then
we reached the pier in the Randolph
street harbor.
How cool il has grown" Bruce re-
marked. as we landed.
YES | replied. We had become
quite conventional. We hailed a car
and soon were at the little cafe.
Bruce handed me the bill Of fare. and
! sat lingering it, hardly realizing
what ] was doing.
Order something" he said at last,
Grossly.
"Oh, l beg your %pardon!" | ex-
claimed. The blonde waitress who
always irritated Bruce because there
was no soul back Of her pretty face,
smiled knowingly as l gave my order.
We ate dinner in silence. and soon
afterward Bruce babe me goodnight
at my door. My heart stopped beat
ing and | seemed sinking out Of ex-
i~stence.
| awoke 10 the new day in glad
ness of spirit, my mind full of the
dear home folks. and what I should
be able to do for them.
There was a knock at the door.
My landlady handed me a letter from
Mr.. Havfrknap. 1t was 10 advise me
, that he would call at ten o'clock To
take me away. instead of IL. as had
been arranged. II was now nine. ]
hurried dressing. crowded the last
article into my bursting trunk, and
was only through when the carriage
stopped below.
/ did not glance toward Bruce's
| door as | went out. Mr.. HaverknaI
put me into the carriage and we were
on our way to the church. As W.
passed the little cafe | involuntarily
| glanced out of the window. Bruce
was just entering. He did not see me
and | was glad.
We had reached the church
| E-.--y. -. I'D l.A, rxstaI hnl mn,
arrived. owing probably TO the chang'
in the hour. The minister vas mo-
there.
wait here" Mr.. Haverknap said
as the sexton let us in. I'll step ovel
"a the parsonage"
| wildly. and my head seemed bursting
4 mad thought possessed me. and
could not put il away. ! peeped GU
and saw the friends whom we hat
expected coming down the street
| That decided me. l opened the doc
and slipped out around the church
I ran like a deer down a side street
through an alley, crossed the boule
| ward, painting. breathless, reaches
and entered the little cafe.
Bruce sat alone at our little table
| his breakfast untouched before him
sat down opposite him.
He looked at me ~stuptfed. Tn
waitress came up.
Coffee and rolls?" she asked
| CHANGING curiously mt my costume.
/ nodded. Anything to get rid o
her. Bruce looked at me strangely
almost reprovingly.
II couldn't help il, Bruce" ! sal
| quietly. II couldn't go on with it,
| He picked up the morning pape
and glanced down the columns.
There's a boat for st. Joe a
1l:30.' he said: II think we can catcl
it,"
The girl brought my rolls and cot
fee. Bruce threw down some money
and we went out from the little cafe
but to return after a time-to sing
to work. to paint. to starve together
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