The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-05-28
THE ADVERTISERS
 DAILY SHORT STORY

door to tell me SO, and will come back to you If you do not shall know that
 have , my % ss snH with G God netss ss s seas Yours till death shall US part-Na- than Updyke.
 The tartiy little messenger of Cupid fell from her hand and down on the ltf- tie horses hair trunk went Miss Myra' $ head ''Q Nathani Nathane she sobbed,
 if haS only known. if had only
 review before her while she lay there sobbing out her sorrow. and the tears
 seemed as spring rain ou the old and withered love of her youth. for it sprans fragranf as the first flowers of that sea son of love.
 Do you know. Miss Brandeth- that Nathan tpdyke is hoMe?'
 No I didn't" said Miss Myra. with little catchsin her breath Tire neishbor who had yoiunteefeu me information did not see. the evident un- faint color that had stolsf into her pale
 cheek. but went on to give her the par tic ulars.
 A real accomplished gossip always
 startles you with a piece of thrilling
 news. and Then when you arc suspended in midair. so to speak. and your curl
 osfty is at concert pitch. fills In the de.
 tails. sdoling them 2 few at time, and
 
 ment shows her she can improve upon
 the way they were told her. 3
 Nathan had come home to de at his
 brothers. He was a homeless man, with
 i,rs broken "y Nathan a Fad come home. For three days Miss Myra did what was proper--that is to say. she stayed at home and ate her heart out. - unequal struggle and. putting her. pride in her pocket and the May basket of twenty years ago. in her reticule. went | to see Nathan.
 "I hear, Miss Updyke, that Nathan
 home. Fl heard he want real well No. Myra. he. ain't." r ''Nathan's broken man. It don't seem to me that anything in particu
 lar ails him; seems as though he didn' 'Is he too sick to see any one-is he
 a-bad?.' asked Miss Myra. blushins
 70 dear, no! Hes a-settin' up. Come i other day. and I shouldn't wonder fl
 seein you would chirk him up bit | She led the way into the sitting room | By sunny window in the rocker .was | a grey-haired man, who was looking out over the hills with far-away look
 in his piercing grey eyes i. He did moi | turn when they came in till his broth. | CTS wife called him by name-and then; l As fire that has burned down te l hlackened and nearly extinct embers 1 flashes up if a handful of withered leaves
 be thrown on it, the light of his old pas 1 sion famed up in Nathan's eyes, making f him handsomer man than ever he had been in his youth.
 Myra forgot everything when she saw him. forgot all the lonely years that 1 had passed, forgot the other occupant oi | the room and just foated toward him 1 AS though impelled on Heavenly little | breeze. and knelt at his feet. while she l drew from her reticule the withered May | basket and its belated love message, cry | ing. laughing and talking all in the same | breath | % Nathan, Nathan! I never knew it Nof till few days ago. If I had | "ff you had. Myra?' he asked. lean | ing over her and fairly holding his | breath for her answer-'if you had?' 1 There is born now and then a real hero | of whom 1t is said that the chief prooi | of heroic nativity Is the ability to set 1 the thing to be done and to do it.
 Such a one Mrs. Updyke{ proved her | self to be. for without waiting to hea | Myras answer to the question. ''Whai l she would have done If she hat | known she hurried softly out of tn. | room. leaving the happy old lovers tc
 make up for all the long, lonely years o l separation.