Smyrna times., 1903-09-09
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utes after, until some one said
'Evan."
Then he turned.
1t was Lizzie Gale, in her neat
straw bonnet, and with her prayer
book and pocket handkerchief in her
hand.
'You are going away tomorrow?
GOOd-bye!"
He took her offered hand.
"Goodbye, Lizzie"
81 hope you'll have pleasant
voyage and succeed. D.
"Thank you; bat everything goes
wrong with me. l don't suppose
you'll ever see me back again
They shook hands again. He made
no attempt to detain her, and she
walked away slowly and quietly, and
never wiped off the little tear that
would trickle down her cheeks until
she was sure that Evan on the bridge
could not see her.
The next day Evan Ware had left
Farmingdale for years, if not forever.
He went mortified and unhappy; but,
strange to say, as much in love as
ever. He was very young, and very
modest, and Matte Burt's uncalled
for insult took upon itself after a day
or two the form of plain speaking.
"Of course it was a piece of i'm
pertinence, and, of course, she could
not think of me-" he said. 81 was
crazy to think of it. But some day
some day l will be rich, and have a
, name of some kind.
Fortune making is very slow. Evan
was prosperous, but at first only
moderately SO; and months rolled by,
and years, and he grew to be tall,
J broad-shOuldered man, with a great
brown beard, before he was rich
enough to go back to Farmingdale.
? The time came at last. however.
} He knew his success had become
known in his native place; he knew
also that Miss Burt had married and
r was a widow; and when he left China
, it was with the full intention of es.
tablishing himself as a merchant in
3 London, and marrying Matte, if she
were to be won. Such an image as he
i carried with him, and over the ocean
of guileless beauty and loveliness nc
E artists pencil ever painted, and he
took it with him to Farmingdale.
, There it vanished.
Before he had been in the pIac,
t three days he had seen Matte, nov
o Mrs. Fay, and talked with her. Sh,
r was pretty still, but years had brough
r her character into her face, and sh
y was decidedly coarse. He saw nov
0 that she was ignorant and vulgar, anC
n that only his youthful ignorance haC
caused him to overlook the fact il
those old times when he had fanciet
her perfection, and the dream of s.
many years was over.
p Now that Evan Ware had returne,
rich and prosperous, he might hav
d consoled himself with the affection
of any manageable female in Far
" mingdale. He was the lion of tn
t. place -courted, fattered, ana smile
g. upon by budding misses, spinster
- and widows. Every one but Lizzi
so Gale smiled upon him. She, mind
a full through all these long years {
IN the cold partings on the bridge
to vouchsafed him only the chilliest ret
IS; ognition; and the fact annoyed hin
ve She had grown to be a fine lookin
to woman; and he remembered what
[ kind, pleasing girl she used to b.
and longed to know more of her. b
at longed in vain. She repulsed his a
tentions, and kept him at a distanc,
ur Yet all the while she secretly admire
d. him and the greatest motive for til
er manner she adopted was her fear LEI
of Evan should think she had been phi
ing for him.
nd The widow Fay felt no such scr
No. pies. Old Mr.. Burt, before he die
.er had speculated in some bubble al
nd ruined himself; and instead of beiI
the great heiress all her-little worl
in had expected her to be, Matte four
en- 1t hard work to liye and dress herse