The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1904-01-28

| Ways expected it. know your nature,
know hoy easily you tire. what vaga-
ries your fancy takes. Poor David!
Nice old David. I'll make it as easy
for you as can
Her voice broke little, and great
faintness came upon her She could
! hardly see him when he lifted his face
| and laid his head against her breast.
Then she recovered. Her heart leape6
against his ear.
Il am a brute" he muttered, "but.
Marah, hot could go on with it when
l found l was caring for her. She is
SO young, so fresh and guileless and
sweet. l hated to take her hand and
look into her clear eyes. L"
81 know" said the woman, brood
ing above him softly, Il know it all.
David. Intuitively. maybe, but very
| surely. Will you go now" she added.
| YEARLY, Just go without saying any
thing more Come to my little house
tonight, and we will talk things over,
only go, now. I'm going to try to get
this special through. They are short
handed below and the work must be
done.''
She talked so cheerily that the man
rose and looked at her amazed. She
stood before him in her gray linen
| gown, a tall and slender creature,
beautiful for the moment by reason of
the shining light that lay in her deep
eyes, and the wild crimson of her
cheeks, and the dying sunlight that
shifted through her deep brown hair,
clarifying it. All the faintness had
left her, and she was strangely strong.
The man held out his arms. She
| shook her head. still smiling stiff1y.
"Now, David" she said, how foolish!
Why keep this up? know you like
me and"
Never so tenderly." his voice took
curiously soft cadence, never so
tenderly as now in this moment OF
parting. Oh. my girl" he struck out
and tramped up and down the room,
why is it that l tire SO easily? Why
is it that those l love deepest and most
tenderly pail on me when am much
with them? Will it be this way with
her?''
She looked at him. The thought
that he was a cad slid into her mind.
She beat it back stoutly, for she was
made of loyal clay. Because of your
immense vanity" she answered, look
ing steadfastly at him, because of
the unrest of your soul, the fickleness
of your fancy, the vagaries of an i'm
agination that would lead you to in
sanity were you not saved by the mag
nificent judgment and will-power in
that splendid head. Unfortunate man
that you are. from my soul pity you!
| pity this other woman, l pity myself
for having loved you You are poor
thing. after ALL" she cried, her nature
| leaping to it's full altitude above his,
"a poor flimsy. tawdry creature! a
half-souled man. All, go away, go
away"
She walked to the window and set
| her face against the pane. The glory
of the dying day encompassed her
| slender figure. Frightened her brown
hair. He stood looking at her. A red
flush had come to his sun-burnt cheeks
His eyes glistened.
Say what you like to me, Marah,"
he spoke, 'but say kindly good-by."
Wont you go?" Her entreating
voice was fast breaking.
mot until you say good-by,
| Marah," he said softly.
The woman turned and fed to him.
| He opened wide his arms and caught
her. All the poor soul Of her broke in
| to signs and sobs and wild crying, as
she leaned against his breast for the
last time-for always
''GOod-by, David, my David, nae
body's mon but mine'-that's what |
| used to call you, David-my strong
sweetheart, my own big man. Good
by, David. 1 was very fond of you,
David"
So she whispered against his breast.
His eyes lost their brightness. "I'll
be coming back, Marah," he said,
'1ll be coming back"
But she said, ''Good-by, DAVID
and Poor Dar.I:" and at last, lift
ing her poor blurred face-"Kiss NE,
good-by, as if you were kissing little
| old Marah in her coffin"
Then she pushed him from the roo1.,.
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At ten minutes to six Johnny Dill.
Ion, the elevator boy, knocked upon
her door-after his custom-to tell
her he was making his last trip. A
faint voice called out cheerily enough,
Don't wait for me, Johnny, I'm work.
ing late tonight"
Gall right" The footsteps clattered
away. She heard the cage" az she
used to call it, clap doors and go rush
ing down, the printers shouting to one
another, and whistling and laughing
as they left work. Then, as size set
tied to her writing, pair of gray
gloves caught her eye. She took them
up aud looked at them, turning them
softly in her fingers.
Mice hands David has" she muir
INJURED, "and nice gloves. Always
those soft gray ones. l don't think I
ever saw David in any other but gray
doeskin gloves"
Then broke a wild cry, David