The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-03-26
An other Love Story.
BY JESSIE FORREST.

| bt JESSIE FOhRES1. Copyright, 1901. by Daily Story Pub. Co
 tall man in a light rain coat and , red-stone mansion. The house locke, l to be untenanted. The halls echoed witt nnfurnished nudity as the two entered They walked familiarly into an oblon, | room, which was as barren as the hall | with the exception that 1t contained s small imitation mahogany table and two ] uncertain chairs.
 The girl laughed half hysterically as ing both elbows on the table. Our den of thieves seems remarkably nit this evening, dear. It chimes in with my mood, Perhaps it's because this i, the last time"
 The man stared moodily at the white wall. So you mean what you say; you are going to quit?''
 The girl went rather white and nodded her head. Its the only thing we car do: you must see that. I cant live this way. with turbulent Quarels and temp estuous reconciliations, I can't do it. It's better to end it-better for both of Us. You couldn't make things right, and someway l seem to have developed con science of late."
 The man tapped a call bell on the table and diminutive Chinaman ambled through the open door. The man and the woman ordered chop sooy and tea.
 
 The mans face was smooth and boyish, but it was lined with emotion as he spoke.
 "I can't live without you. Think of all We have been to each other for two years. Why did leave all the set knew and take the fiat with our little red parlor, if it wasn't to see more of you? Do you remember our Sunday luncheons when those wonderful dishes on our little gas stove? You couldn't reach up to fasten the tube to the gas jet, and l always had to lift you"
 Yes" she interrupted. eagerly. and how clumsy you were, and how you used to crumple my clean shirt waist. And do you remember when old Eben, the janitor. would come in with the beer he would stop and talk when we were dying for him to go? How many pirates did he say he had killed with one shot. forty?"
 They both laughed.
 Yes. and that night you thought you were going to be fired from the paper. and wanted scoop how we had burg lars in the building and went out and treated the policeman on the beat SC he would swear to it? Have you got the official belt buckle that he gave you? lie, how can you forget them?
 All enthusiasm died from the girl s face as his words brought her back to the present. She sat up Very straight.
 
 you and never thought of anything else I went on and on, and gradually l couldn't see my future. Always before l thought l would be something of a seemed to see you instead of success. Perhaps if I had belonged to some one, you would not have filled every crevice a.s you did: but l didn't. you know. 1t was the people to whom l paid my board. And then after while,--God, can't you see? You went on telling me that you loved me and could not live without me. but still you did not say, a word ahout-about making things right. And all the time I knew that no one could love you as 1 loved you. And yet that awful dread began to come over me of the other ultimate woman-the woman you must meet some day.
 "Hallie. child" he broke out impetu- ously. 'it isn't my fault. 1 swear 1t ism [. You don't understand.
 "Oh, yes." she sighed. wearily "I do understand. and that is what gives me the strength to break with you
 The little. one-sided Chinaman brought in the chop sooy and lighted single gas jet. which sputtered from the wind blow ing through a broken pane in the win dow The interruption in some ocC ut way seemed to place them out of sym pathy. The girls voice took on serious tone. The man grew impatient.
 II have an engagement at o'clock, she said, suddenly. We must he going. Besides, we gain nothing by talking things over.'
 They walked to the car. This Is the first time you ever left me this way. he said as they stood on the corner, awaiting the approaching tram. Who is the Inan%'
 "One of my craft, the new dramatic editor from New York;
 "Oh. I see and he is the cause of your new departure?
 Perhaps"
 This is your car, I believe. Shall I ride down town with you He was always most punctilious when about to lose his temper.
 No, Carl it is better to part now; Good bye good bye, Carl" She reached out her hand half peadingly; her res olution was wavering. If he had spoken her name then she would have turned back; but. man-like. he remembered only her reference to the other man.
 Ernest Rheicari, the new dramatic editor. was an iron gray man well in his forties His hair was sprinkled as if to match his eyes, which were steady and uncommunicative like two little pools of water. He was very sure of himself He had met Hallie Doyle but twice when he determined that she was the woman
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