Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1902-03-06

he said, especially If it represents
ones boyhood friends and companions
4 ship. The boys at the club have been
very good to me, and have come to
depend on them. / would choose them
in preference to scenery any time, |
think he commented, with strain
ed smile.
All color and brightness had fled
from her face, and as she stood in the
freight, her white evening gown cling
ing about her, she looked almost pa
thetic.
"I-would like to know-the worst,
Frank. Is it-any other woman?"
NO" he said; 81 have never loved
but one woman, and when l found it
was all mistake / suffered great
deal, more than you will ever know.
But it is all over now. She didn't love
me, and l have learned to do without
her.
A pause. eve are on an equal foot
ing now, Bess." And he stroked the
gray hair on his temples without look
ing at her. 1T is not as much happi-
ness as-as the other way, but there
is not so much pain"
Bess had lost all power of speech and
was staring at him with eyes almost
set in their horror. But he mistook
| the cause.
Don't bother your head, Bess, about
what the world will say. 1t need
never know. You bear my name, you
are the mistress of my home, and you
will be free to enjoy your pleasures
just as you see fit. You are welcome
to all have"
Except your love-"
"You had that, too, once How long
ago has it been, Bess? 1t seems years!
Good night" he said as she made
no answer. ''rhe old servants are
here, and you will be perfectly SAFE"
Still she said nothing, and he went
out, closing the vestibule door quietly
after him. Bess recovered sufficiently
to reach the window in time to see
| him move down the lighted street to-
ward the club.
''Oh, my Godv' she moaned. "What
| have I done? Have been dreaming
all these months?'
| She was awake now, with ten thou
sand accusing demons contending for
| the mastery of her SOUL
Two months later Mrs. Raine was
ushered unceremoniously into Mrs.
Ryals' boudoir and found a grave fac
ed young woman bending over the
smoldering fire.
"Oh, my dear, I am so fortunate to
| find you at homer was her CHEEKY
| greeting. Il am in the greatest hurry,
but l do so want you to join my party
| to the Yellowstone park tomorrow.
It'll be such a glorious trip. I tele-
| phoned Mr.. Ryals, and the dear, sweet
man said he left it entirely with you.
Really, my dear, you are to be con-
| graduated Why, Bess'-
Her hostess had risen and now stood
facing her, grayish pallor spreading
over her face.
Don't speak to me Of travelling!
| hate the Word-the thought of boats
and cars and hotels! l want to be left
alone-aloner'
s.
Frank Ryals was mounting the steps
OF his club when an imperious femi-
nine voice stayed his steps. 1t was
Mrs. Raine, and her ordinarily gush-
ing manner had entirely disappeared.
My dear boy, you don't want to
stay at the club this afternoon. You
really ought to run right up to the
house. There's certainly something
wrong with Bess. She's been treating
me to a genuine case Of Mysteries.
imagine Bess in Mysteries! And she
won't go to California with us. Oh.
she's altogether unreasonable! 1 left
her in tears. You must have the doc
tor"
Yes, I'll phone for him at once"
MI. Ryals' voice and manner were
calm, perfunctory. He raised his hat
ana mounted two more steps. Then
he paused irresolutely. Mrs. Raines
was half way up the block A man ad-
dressed him lightly and entered the
door, and still Ryals stood undecided
a strange light playing in his moody
eyes.
'sshe won't go to California. 1 left
her in tears"
Tears for what? For him, after all!
Suddenly he turned on his heel and
plunged down, the steps. A hanson
was drawn up at the curb. The driver
knew him well and touched his hat in
terrogatively.
'Home! exclaimed Ryals, and then
as the hanson rumbled over the as
Dhalt he m1rmurad in cof+o, +onoa
"Homev'
The Sanyasis of India.
Popular belief in India still credits
sanyasls and other holy vagabonds
with miraculous powers. Even the ma
tive Journals often chronicle marvels