The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1903-12-01

a way that makes my heart ache. Only
few days ago found him with our
little Dorothy in his arms, and the
tears were rolling down his cheeks. He
is always so loving and kind, / can't
understand-I-I-"
She was sobbing, and the man at the
desk felt something rise in his own
throat that choked him.
The child drew closer to its mother.
Don't cry, mamma-6ear mamma"
Suddenly the little figure straight
ened up with firm resolve, and dar .,
swiftly across the ROOM. and the
at the desk became conscious OF
little one at his knee.
"You's orful naughty to make r.
dear mamma cry" she lisped, chokingIy,
struggling bravely to keep back the
tears. Il don't like you"
Come, Dorothy" called the mother.
gently, you must not speak like that.
You don't mind baby, do your" she
added. appealingly.
The man smiled sadly. mind her?
For awhile he sat silent. He was
thinking how simple a matter it would
be to tell her all-how her husbands
conscience dashed him to remorse. How
simple, yet how despicable.
Il shall give the matter my atten-
tion," he said instead. Perhaps your
husband is working too hard. His du-
ties as first cashier are especially oner-
rous. No doubt he needs a rest l shall
speak to him about taking few
weeks vacation, and can almost prom
Use you that he will soon be his old
self again."
She smiled her gratitude, relieved
and happy at his assurance Suddenly
her face grew grave.
my husband tells me frequently
how kind and considerate you have
been to him. Sometimes can scarce
ly fathom the nobility that prompts it.
for you could almost claim the right to
be otherwise-God knows you could!"
Mani" The old pet name of other
days swept impulsively from his lips as
thing to make you happy" he said. al
most fiereely.
She looked up at him imploringly.
"Don't-please don't / have no right
to listen"
He bowed his head resignedly before
her rebuke. Forgive me. I had less
right to speak," he said.
She walked slowly away, and turn
ing in the doorway, said, simply: 81
shall never forget your kindness. Good
night"
The child hesitated as the mother left
the room. and a moment later the man
at the desk felt little hand steal soft
ly into his
IFS sorry ] called you naughty"
came tho peniteRt whisper, cause
cause mamma likes you. likes you,
too Yea may kiss me-"
For one brief moment he caught the
child to his heart. and all the loReli-
ness Of his life was touched. He felt
the little arms clasp his neck In conf
dence and love, and the touch of baby
lips.
God bless you, baby!" he murmured,
brokenly.
The mothers Voice calling the child
sounded softly from the outer room.
His head dropped lower over the
desk until it rested on his arm. All
the bitterness of his soul welled to his
lips. "Oh, God, what hast Thou denied
mel"
Through all the long hours Of the
night he did not move. Visions of
what might have been" came and
went. The Waterman looked into the
room, and thinking that the bowed fig
ure slept, moved silently away.
When lie first CLEAN of dawn strug-
gled in at the window the man raised
his head. Opening drawer of his desk
he took out a tiny locket The fair
face of woman smiled up at him
from its rim Of gold. For long time
he sat in silent contemplation of the
image. then with all the reverence of
his manhood he touched it with his
lips. a
Love or duty?
Love. e,a
That same day the first cashier was
called to the Office of the president.
When he went back to his duties an
hour later there was a strange new
buoyancy in his manner.
Before the close of the days bust
ness the president had transferred ten
thousand dollars from his personal &C
count to the banks funds.
She never knew.-Farm and Fire
side.
Ate His Own Words.
Mot long ago the nuniShnnant Tor