The Saint Paul globe., 1903-07-18
THE END OF A DREAM
BY H. S. cANFiELD.

my leave of absence, too. Oh, think
of three months in Italy!"
In May Jane Wares travelling outfit
was bought and made. 1t was neat.
sufficient and inexpensive. Some liar
had written book in which he said
that there was no soap in Europe, and
she had laid in a supply. She put in
her spare hours studying foreign Ian
guages, three at a time, and she got
the French. German and Italian sadly
mixed. She had not less than hun
dred commissions in her note book to
be executed for fellow townsmen.
Mostly they were of this character:
MY cousin, Tabitha Smith, went to
Paris ten years ago to study art.
think she is there yet as we have not
heard of her leaving. Please call on
her. and tell her that we are we'll"
In May-on May Is, to be exact
Paul Darcy came. He was from the
office of the state superintendent of
public education. and his cards bore
the formidable title, Third Assistant
Superintendent of Public Education"
He was visiting the schools of the
state and collecting data with a view
to reporting how bad they were. He
met all of the teachers everywhere
and made various impressions upon
them. Most Of the women liked him:
most of the men wanted to punch his
head. He was a very superior person.
and his drawl rubbed the males the
wrong way.
Paul Darcy was thirty-five years old
and looked thirty He was pale, soft
voiced, with exquisite enunciation and
exquisite nails. His thin, straw -hued
hair was beautifully parted and brush
ed. and he was fascinating in a lady
like way. He spent three days in Aid
Il
dominated by Miss Ware. He was
tremendously interested in primary ed
ucation, and he talked fiuently of Eu-
rope. He said that he had lived for
two years on the continent.
He went back to the capital, leaving
behind him an interested memory Jane
Ware thought of him with an uneasy
hutter of the heart. She did not know
what this meant, but the poor little
heart fiuttered when she thought of
him and when his name was spoken
unexpectedly she had slight catch of
the breath.
She knew nothing of love. She had
been utterly untouched by 1T. She was
not an unhandsome woman, but she
had been too busy saving for Europe
to waste time upon men. She had gone
little into society, because society even
in modest way requires new clothes
dliu ItSN CRIMES COST money that should
be devoted TO continental travel. Any
one of the chits in the high school
could have told her what was the mat
ter with her before half of her symp-
toms were described, but she was ig-
norant.
Early in June Paul Darcy came back
Ito pick up some neglected data"
He boarded at private house within
block of Miss Wares small ROOM He
saw much of her. Indeed, he saw her
every afternoon as soon as she was re-
leased for the day, and every evening.
He made love in slow, beautifully
enumerated way, much as he would
have recited a carefully prepared adj
dress to board of trustees. but she
found no fault with it, No one had
ever made love to her It seemed alto
gether noble and delicious His straw
colored hair was never disarranged;
his linen was never rumpIed; he utter
ed fine sentiments of the school of
Martin Farquhar Tupper: he was to
her knight and prince. Love poured
its silyern light upon him: in ii he