The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1903-10-16
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such an easy catchword.
l-A= II you love me. you
ll1l l9ll couldn't give me mp SO
calmly but you dou't love
me-thats it.
The rls,oodwithh her head dropping.
the burning tonrs dropping down hcr
face and onto her claspcd hands. She
lifted her eyes for moment to the
handsome angry face, seen dimly
through a mist Of tears.
love isn't everything" she said.
"Duty comes firstr
"Duty! Is It duty? It's only natural
for sons and daughters 20 marry. and
leave their first home"
Lillian Grey's fair face flushed. "You
are not putting It fairly, Arthur. II Is
not nnturnl-at any rate It IL not right
for an only daughter TO leave father
who needs her, who cannot do without
her"
"If that's ALL" said Arthur Morton,
''let him live with us"
''No. that viii not do. You. rs my
husband. would clnim my first atten.
ton, aud whatever YOU might do at
first you would hy-nnd-by exact IT,"
"And you say you love mcw cried
The young man. with angry sarcasm.
"Far more" she answered. quietly.
ethan you love mo"
you've an odd way OF showing
Itr' he said. "Your father himself
would not wish you to make such
sacrifice"
Because he Is unselfish; hut my FIRST
duty Is 10 him. ana | must do IT,
whether / suffer or whether you
suffer or not There are other things
TO live for but happiness: could not,
besides. he happy, II | left my father
in his old age and his loneliness"
ale may live for years; and your
youth be wasted"
"Wastedw interrupted Lillian. with
flashing eyes. You seem TO have no
god but self. It's not my happiness
YOU are thinking Of, after all, but your
own"
"Ohl very well.' was the passionate
retort; III you only want an excuse
TO break with me-one is ns good MS
another like little more of heart
and little less OF the rigid sense Of
duty. Goodbye Without word
more. he turned from her and strode
away down the field path. lIc was In
n white heat Of passion. lillian looked
after him In sort Of agony; then SAM;
down on the meadow grass. covering
her face and sobblng But her bitter
est grief was FOR the establishment
OF those moments; the keen sense OF
disappointment stabbed her like a
knife. The man 10 whom she had
given her boHrt had flushed ont In his
true co'1's and shown himself selfish. !
eXactiDg o'.n unfccling save for his
own happiness. Hard though the part.
ing was, the girl felt that II WAS bet
ter so, better that the test had TO be
put, for II proved the metal OF the !
mans character. She rose up after |
while, ana walked slowly back to the |
pretty cottage where she ana her gray. |
haired father lived II was not until |
two or three days had passed that she
told the old man what had happened, |
and that she had sent Arthur Morton |
away. He was grieved. MY child"
he said you should not--you have |
your life TO livc-mne Is almost |
over" But she knelt by him and |
took his hand IN both her own |
"Fathcr," she said. lyon must never
speak 10 me like Tint again. You are
always first with me-
"Well, dear" he said tcnderly. "per- /
haps It will not be very long
But three years passed. and he still
lived.
"But cannot give you the promise
you ask; cannot leave my father"
II was not 10 Arthur Morton that |
Lillian spoke; but TO man older,
graver, with deep bronze on his check.
and n steady light In his Keen gray
eyes.
But, II you love mey' he said, tnk-
ing her hand In his.
ayes" she answered. softly. II love
you-but-my duty comes first"
~ know It, Lillian. Am I not n sol
der? But If am content to waltz"
"Ah! no. must not let you do
that? II may be years."
II would serve for you. Lillian. Ms
Jacob served FOR Rachel ] must wait.
for love you. DO you thnk"-a |
now he drew her within his arms
that would lose the woman who
steadfastly puts love and happiness
away from her that she mny do the
rightly
How different this love from Arthur
Moriou's! LILLIAN yielded, ana Bertram
Lnngdon waited waited two years,
Rnd then Lillan's father died.
"Why. Langdon, It's years since we
wet How is the world going with
yout
Arthur Morton waH prosperous, but