The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1904-01-29

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ways expected It. I know YOUR nature,
know ho., easily you tire. what vaga-
ries your fancy takes. Poor David!
Nice old David! I'll make 1t as easy
for you as can"
Her voice broke little, and q 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 leapej
against his ear.
II am a brute" he muttered, "but,
Marah, hoH could so on with 1t when
I found was caring for her. She is
SO young, so fresh and guileless and
sweet. I hated to take her hand and
look into her clear eyes. l."
II know" said the woman, brood
ing above him softly, II know it all.
David. Intuitively, maybe, but very
surely. Will you go now" she added.
YEARLY, lust 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, 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.
glorifying it. All the faintness had
left her, and she was strangely strong.
The man held out his arms. She
shook her head, still smiling 'stifay.
"Now. David" she said, ''how foolish!
Why keep this up? I know You like
NE and"
Never so tenderly." his voice took
curiously soft cadence, never so
tenderly as now in this moment OF
parting. Oh, my grill" he struck out
and tramped up and down the room.
why is it that I tire so easily? Why
is it that those love deepest and most
tenderly pail on me when am much
with them? Will it be this way With
herr"
She looked at him. The thought
that he was 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 yo'r fancy, the :yagaries Of: an I'm
agination that would lead sou 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 I pity you!
l pity this other woman, pity myself
for having loved you. You are axpoor
thing, after ALL" she cried, her nature
leaping to it's full altitude above his,
"a poor fimsy, tawdry creature! a.
half-souled man. All, go away, go
away" y
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 checks.
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,
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 ti1ne-for always.
"Good-by, David, my David, nae
body's mon but mine'-that's what I
used to call you, David-my strong
my own big man! Good
by, David. I 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,
"lll be coming back"
But she said, ''Good-by. DAVID
and "Poor Da!...i!" and at last, lift
ing her poor blurred face-..'Kiss ME,
good-by, as if you were kissing little
old Marah in her coffin
Then she pushed him from the roor'l.
i
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" ID.
Cali 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 tn 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 and looked at them, turning them
softly in her fingers.
mice hands David has, she muir
land nice gloves. Always