Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-01-31
A PARTING.

009 ELL, dear, what do you think
| WhW Of IT," said Jack Trevor, joy
fully. as with shining eyes he
threw a letter on the table. His pretty
wife laid down her sewing, a fiimsy
bit Of lace work, and crept close to his
side.
1T viii separate us, Jack" was all
she said, with quivering lip.
But. Alice, look what it will mean
| to us''-to me- he had almost said.
Here have | been shaving for mere
pittance and now this piece of good
luck comes at last; ii is simply glori-
ous"' Then, casting a look at the sor-
rowful face at his side, he said, in a
soothing tone, lit will only be for two
years ut most, love, and then" in
| soothing tone I'VE will be as happy
as the day is long You will be pa
tent dear" he added, putting his arm
around her, but still glancing at the
| letter on the table.
Yes, Jack, know it is for your
good, deed but it is so hard to bear"
and then scarce able to repress her
tears, she crept from the room.
Left to himself, Jack paced restless
~ to and fro.
Poor Alice" he said, anu then his
thoughts flew away to the quaint little
fishing village on the west coast of
Ireland, where he had met her two
years ago Being attracted by her
wondrous beauty, fell in love, and well
had married her. ana been promptly
disinherited for his pains.
He had gone and, oh, the desolation
that had crept into one loving, lonely
heart, For three months she had
scarcely left the house, dark rings
| showed about the lustr0us eyes; she
| wandered listlessly to and fro looking
at any little memento that might re-
mind her of him, her husband, her
husband, her darling; wondering why
The sun shonc and looked at hearts so
sorrowful rs hers. But one day. with
his familiar rat-a-tat, the postman left
a letter. 1t was from him. her idol;
| she could scarce see it for binding
| tears. yet all ut once the world had
| turned into a bright and joyous place.
| Then. after a hliSSful half hou. spent
| in deciphering it. she rushed for pen
| and ink to answer. But now the sweet
| face clouded
Il cannot do II L cannot do il prop
erly,1 she murmured, a slight pout on
her rod lips. They would laugh at
| him when they saw my letter" and
hot tears gathered in the brown eyes
| ana fell one by one like little Jewels
Upon the unoffending paper
She bent her head upon her hands in
! detection; sunbeam stole through the
window and kissed her ripping hair.
and rs if it had lent an Inspiration to
her troubled thoughts. her face sudden
| ~ cleared She sprang up. the glad light
once more in her eyes
"I'll do H." she cried Il was always
good at lace work. Miss Crickmny shall
teach me, I'll educate myself ON the
money Jack sends me, and keep myself
| ny my lace Lady Severn always bought
| 1t, and maybe in Il year | eau save
enough to take me out 70 Jack. my
Jack, and it win NE such Il surprise to
him"
And all the time with trembling
fingers ana fast beating heart. she ar
ranged her hat. preparatory to going
to the select School for Young Ladies
over which Miss Crickmay presided.
Far away in India young man was
bending over his desk. just signing Il
howishing Jack to a letter commcnc-
ing My dear wife"
she must never come here" he said
sadly. 1t would break her heart to be
sighted What would Lady Wmton
J say TO her, ! wonder; Not that She isn't
, rar moro beautiful" he ended up.
out ON the blue Mediterranean n
great steamer pulsed and painted on
ward ever onward bearing Its freight
Of human lives, and In coy nook on
!, the deck Alice Treyer sat and thought
Of Jack. 1t would not be long now.
t and how surprised he would be.
/ Lady Wiuton's ballroom had never
a bean surpassed; soft lights. glorious
I exotic plants beautiful women, Jacb
- ftlt the spell rs hc stood apart for 4
= moment listening 70 the sweet strain,
Of the opening waltz suddenly h,
turned pale ANA almost staggered
clutching chair for support y beau
tiful woman had just entered. and wa,
being presented by Lady Wintou to
few select friends. GenTleiAen crawde,
round anxious Tor mroductionS an,
dances, TO all of whom she was gra
eiouS rs queen but ever and anon n
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