The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-02-20
WON BY A TUNE.
ANAAR RANANNANN ANNIANNANNANA8
By T. BONSALL.
"Good-by, dearest! "

"Good-by, dearest!"
"Good-by!"
For the twentieth time Mark Jermyn
uttered the words of farewell, and for
the twentieth tine the girl responded,
but, realizing that the parting was not
an ordinary one, they were 10th to part
even then. Years hence they might
meet again; perhaps never!
"And dearest, you'll remember Il
the recollection Of me ever stands IN.
your light, you're to forget l existed.
Promise me that"
The girl looked into the earnest face
bending over her. into the depths OF
the grave, brown eyes.
81 cannot" she said softly. More
over, is it necessary? Is 1t what you
would do were you in my placer
Her logic was unanswerable, and ne
sighed.
eff you were the only child OF some
body next door to a millionaire, sne
went on, "and your father forbade you
to marry anyone who was not wealthy
while you really loved one poor as
church mouse, would you give up with
out a struggle? Of course you wouldn't,
Mark. You'd wait, and watt and
hope!"
"But waiting doesn't always bring
wealth." broke in Jermyn, especially
in the musical profession. Why did
my father ever destine me for his own
career?" he added, bitterly
because it's what you're most MT
ted for" Elsie Renton replied. Mark,
dear, you're going to be a great man
He waived away her words with
smile and another kiss.
\ "You fatter me, sweetheart" ne
said, although it's true my father
was far from being a mediocrity. He
changed his name on marriage, and
died when l was only five years old.
But his existence really ended, so Tar
as the world was concerned, when ne
forsook his old name, for he never
composed a single thing after"
GLOW strange!" remarked the girl
wonderingly. "And what terrible ex-
ample to you, dearest"
"You may think So OF course, l
was too young to know much then,
and never heard how it all happened,
for my mother soon followed my
father"
Sand his name before was-?"
"Wegar-Mark Wegar-one of the
foremost composers Of his time!"
A couple of years later Mark Jer-
myn was in london. 1t seemed much
4 longer since he had parted from Elsie
Renton in Paris, where they had been
fellow students at the Conservatoire;
she, for the sake of finishing musical
education, he because he had his fu-
ture living to consider.
In Paris the girl had been free from
the hidebound conventionalities of
home. and her doting parents would
doubtless have been Mortified had they
known she had dared to regard some
one with affection. The two had part
ed; he to work for name and she to
enter society.
And now he was in London, his fame
having preceded him, and Mark Jer-
myn, the celebrated pianist, was an
nounced to make his debut before the
most critical audience in the world
Success had not spoilt him, and he
remained the same modest man that
had held Elsies hand in his two years
since; deeply, madly, in love with her
still. Several times she had written
to him, and with her last letter in his
pocket as a talisman, he faced the
eager crowd that evening.
The performance was a success
Mark Jernyn's reputation was more
than upheld and he quickly became
the lion of the hour Invitations from
the highest in the land literally show
cred upon him. so numerous, that they
would have taken years to respond tc
an. one Of the earliest coming from