The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1904-07-30
By DOROzHTLEY

standing, with smile on his lips. like
the thoroughbred he was. and inst
how deep the hurt went none knew.
Pleasant prospect" was his sole
comment with shrug of his shonl-
ders to those who, would have con-
doled with him on his loss,. "a beer
income, with a champagne taste. Do
you happen to know the best wav of
adjusting them?'
He might meet the situation with
laughter and scotfing so far as others
were concerned, but when it came to
Madge it was another thing. II can't
ask her to marry a beggar," he said
to himself, setting his teeth, and with
a face as white as death, "and I'm not
poltroon enough to settle down and
live on her money! and there had
ben a terrible scene.
"Oh, Philip, Philip" she had cried
clinging to him, what good is all
my money to me if can't make
things easy for you? Surely there is
more than enough for us both.''
Then he had tried to explain to her.
blunderingly, and haltingly, that
something that is dearer to man than
even the love of woman-that some.
thing which he must have, or die of
self-loathing-his own self-respect.
And in the end Madge "saw." The
sympathy that always understood
others was part of her charm, and
Philip went away to face that un-
known world OF work that is so hard.
and gives such scant rewards to the
untried laborer.
At college he had rather distinsuish-
ed himself by some clever skits in the
college journal, and so it seemed nat
ural to him to turn to journalism as
the most available way of settling the
bread and butter problem. A friend
obtained place for him on the staff
OF the morning Asterisk, where he be-.
gan as the bottom of the reportorial
ladder.
Philip kept doggedly on. He ac-
CURED a reputation for being faithful
and accurate. He was a gourmand
for work, and the city editor began to
speak hopefully of him, but advance
ment comes slowly in a newspaper
office, and to Philip, Madge seemed an
lmmeasurable distance off, when sud-
denly he made his great scoop. 1t
was the merest accident-successe
mostly are-if we knew the truth of
them. One evening he was walking
along one of the fashionable residence
streets, when suddenlyh he was startled
by a scream, and looking up he
saw a woman with the wild eyes, and
cunning OF a maniac sitting on the
very outer coping of the walls of a
tall house, where she waved her arms
gleefully, and leaned dizzily forward
to peer into the street below. In an
instant all the mystery of the
drawn blinds and jealousy guarded
doors of the mansion, at which manv
had marveled, was revealed. Here
was one of those family tragedies, at
which the world guesses-some DOOR
crazed creature, living out her life
within padded walls, and who had es-
capped from her keepers, and with
that instinct of flight from a prison
that survives all reason, was prepar-
ing to take fatal leap into the street
below. -" -.
It had taken Philip but an instant
to realize the scene, and with a sud.
den inspiration he dashed past the
servant in the doorway, and up the
three long fights of steps. and
through the open door in the roof,
through which she had evidently
climbed. The woman looked up at
the sound of an approaching step.
She saw handsome young man com.
ing toward her. When he reached
her he made courtly bow and offer-
& ed her hisl lrlm, arm, and without one pro