The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1902-07-30
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- kNNaa As'a - 20 OOhNS tAo ~ 4
neutral-tinted girl climbed the steps of
a red. stone mansion. The house look
ed to be untenanted. The halls echoed
with unfurnished nudity as the two en-
tered. They walked Familiarity into an ,
the hall, with the exception hat it
contained q small imitation mahogany
table and two uncertain chairs.
The girl laughed half Historically as
she removed her hat and sat down,
resting both elbows on the table.
"Our den of thieves seems remark
ably 6t this evening, dear. 1t chimes
in with my mood. Perhaps it's be-
caus this is the last time"
The man stared moodily at the white
wall. $50 you mean what you say;
you are going to quit?"
The girl went rather white and nod
ded her head. It's the only thing we
IA do; you must zee that. L can't
live this way, with turbulent quarrels
and tempestuous reconciliations. L
can't do it. Its better to end it-bet.
ter for both of us. You couldn't make
things right, and somehow 1 seem to
have developed n conscience of late"
The man tapped a call bell on the
table and a diminutive Chinaman am
bled through the open door. The man
and the m ordered chop sooy and
tea.
"See here, Halle, 1 can't stand
this" The mans face was smooth
and boyish, but it was lined with
emotion as he spoke.
eel can't live without you. Think of
all we have been TO each other for two
years. Why did L leave all the set l
knew and take the fiat with our little
red parlor, if it wasn't to see more of
you2 Do you remember our Sunday
%luncheons when you would come out
early and make those wonderful dishes
on our little gas stove2 You couldn't
reach up to fasten the tubes on the gas
jet, and L always had to lift you"
"Yes,' she interrupted, eagerly,
land how clumsy you were and how
you used to crumple my clean shirt
waist. And do you remember when
old Eben, the j%anitor, would come in
with the beer, he would stop and talk
when we were dying for him to go2
How many pirates did he say he had
killed with N shot-forty?"
They both laughed.
eyes, anil that night you thought
you were going to be fired from the
paper and wanted a scoop; how we
had burglars IN the building and went
out and treated the policeman on the
beat so he would swear to it2 Have
you got the official belt buckle that he
gave your All, but those were good
old daysl Halle, how can you forget
them?"
all enthusiasm died from her face as
his words brought her back to the
present. She sat up very straight.
at first" she said slowly, 81 Just
loved you and never thought of any.
thing else. / went on and on, and
gradually L couldn't see my future.
Always before 1 thought 1 would be
something of a writer. But after YOU
came L always seemed to see you in.
stead of success. Perhaps if L had be-
ionged to some one, you would not
have filled every crevice as you did;
but l didn't, you know. There wasn't
a soul who cared, unless it was the
people to whom L paid my board. And
then after a while-God, can't you
see? You went on telling me that you
loved me and couldn't live without me
but still you did not say a word about
about making things right. And all
the time L knew that no one could
love you as / loved you. And YET
that awful dread began to come over me
of the ultimate woman-the woman
you must meet some day."
"Hallie, child, he broke out impct.
uously, "it isn't my fault. L swear it
isn't. You don't understand.o
"Oh, yes" she sighed YEARLY, "1
do understand and that is what gives
me the strength to break with you.''
The little, one-sided Chlnaman
brought In the chop scoy and lighted a
single gas jet, which spluttered from
the vino blowing through "a broken
pane in the window. The interruption
In some occult way seemed to place
them out of sympathy. The girl'a
voice o on a serious tone. The
man grew impatient.
81 have an engagement at 8 o'clock
she said suddenly. eve must be
going. Besides we gain nothing by
talking things over" :
They walked to the car. "This ia
the first time you have ever left me
this way" he said, as they stood on
the corner awaiting the approaching
tram. Who is the man?"
Gone of my craft, the new dramatic
editor from New York."
"Oh, L see, and he is the cause of
your new departure2"
"Perhaps."
81 wishyou prosperity, Miss Doyle.
This is your car, L believe. Shall L
] q down town with your" He was
always most punctillous when about to
lose his temper.
"No, Carl, it is better to part now.
Goodbye, goodbye, Carl" She
reached out her hand half pleadinely:
her resolution was wavering. If he
a spoken her name then she would
turned back; but man like, he
remembered only her reference to the
other man.
Ernest Rheicard, The new dramatic
editor, was an iron gray man we'll in
his forties. His hair was sprlnkled as
II to match his eyes, which were steady
and uncommunicative, like two little
pools OF water. He was very sure of
himself. He had met Halle Dovle but
twice when he determined that she was
the woman he had long pictured, the
woman for hlml He told her this that
night between the first and second ac,s
of L'Aiglon."
~ want you to be my wife, my com.