Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1902-03-29
!. ON THE
REBOUND
By GARFIELD MACNEAL
Copyright. 1901, by
Garfield MacNeal.


morning OF her thirtieth birthday to
the sickening consciousness that she
was an old maid She parted the
cretonne curtains Of her bed. curtains
covered with red roses. suggestive Of
sumner sunshine. and turned her eyes
toward the window. Rain beating
against the panes and dull gray sky
proclaimed a cheerless November day.
She sighed. Then. stretching out a
shapely arm. she took silver hand
mirror from the nearby dressing table
and carefully studied her features.
In the language of Shakespeare she
saw mo deeper wrinkles yet" face
long and oval. patrician in outline and
expression. skin rather olive. eyes
brown. deep and luminous. mouth gen.
erously nodded. and a wealth of brown
hair. ON the whole IL was a notable
face and one Of character.
Dropping the mirror on the bed. she
called. Lois \ French maid. neat,
trim and smiling. appeared with the
breakfast tray.
"Ah. ma m selle. A thousand con-
CALCULATIONS on your birthday"
My thirtieth. Lois, But thank you
just the same
Ma In'sclle is still young. and al
ready fame has come to you. And
when your novel is published the world
will he AT your feet" said Lois with a
comprehensive sweep indicating the
world.
"Oh yes. the novel" murmured her
mistress sitting up and starting In on
her coffee and rolls. while the maid
scripts on the bed.
Miss Trcadwell opened the one bulky
package and looked at the accompany
Ing letter. II was from great pub
fishing house. formally expressing re-
greet that they were unable to accept
her novel
She gulped down something In her
really original work. to which she had
given the leisure hours of six years!
Truly. this was most delightful birth
day gift.
Lois" she said-and her voice trem-
bled-"Lois. my novel has been de-
clined.''
"Ah. ma'm'selle. l am too sorry
with quick sympathy-"but some other
publisher will accept IT,"
Her mistress shook her head. II
shall not send II out again. shall
stick to hack work. I can at least
make living mt that Then she add
ed reficc,ively. my life has been a
failure
Lois protested. She worshiped her
mistress. "Ma'm'selle has been sue
cessful. You have a pretty apartment
aud everything you want"
"Other women. too. have pretty
apartments and everything they
want
"Ah. yes. hut they did not work for
them" said Lois with a worldly shrug
as she went In response to the electric
bell. which ut this moment buzzed
loudly in the hall.
She reappcared with a huge white
box. Flowers. mann selle, and a
note" she said gayly.
Miss Treadwell cut the ribbon that
held the box and disclosed a mass Of
violets They seemed to look up at
her tenderly yet shrinkingly as she
bent oyer them. With sigh of pleas
ure she took the note and studied the
bold handwriting of the superscrip-
ton. Her heart jumped. Surely 1t
was Jacks. Dear old Jack had re-
membered her,
She slit across the end of the en-
eagerly unfolled the paper.
Dear Lillian she read. may
hope that this remembrance of your
birthday will prove that have not
forgotten you: l have been In town
two days. secured your address
from C.'s Magazine and send these
flowers to warn you that ! am coming
talk over old times. Always your
| friend. Jack Ainsworth.''
She started up. scattering letters and
manuscripts on the floor. Lois" she
said decidedly. Il want you to lay out
| my new morning gown, the sea green
one with the train
Sitting down at her dressing table,
she began careful toilet Her
thoughts were busy with the past.
Jack had been her Girlhood friend in
| the little inland town where they were
both born and bred. Again she was
| twenty-four and he was twenty six
Why had he never spoken? She knew
he loved her and. perhaps. she had
loved him. too. then. But when her
mothers death left her alone In the
world. she was seized with the desire
| to come TO New York to try her for
tune Jack had advised against 1t,
but n strange perversity made her deaf
| to his warnings.
At first they had kept up a CORE
| spondencc. Soon even that link was bro
ken as she was drawn more and more
| into the absorbing whirl of newspaper
and magazine work For five years no
letters had passed between them. To
be sure she had heard of him indirect
| ly. how he gradually forged ahead
| from clerk in the railroad office to
| manager of the whole system. and she
| had been glad for his sake.
| And now. after all this time. they
were to meet. She wondered what he
would be like. Doubtless he had lost
the fresh. boyish beauty she so well
remembered. He was past thirty now,
she reflected with n sigh Doubtless.
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