The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-04-06

II mine at~sslleSs. He has ven his
way up from the ranks, has my hero.
and he is worthy Of any woman living.
even the one my Imagination has Great
Cd for him. He has been abroad, and
I've lifted him - with some Of the ex-
perlences I had myself while reporting
On New York paper. But he 10 DOOM
I'd to lose her. The Turks say, you
know, He that has many horses hath
no wives I've endowed him with
money ana graces of body and mind,
but cannot give him the girl he loves
'And she. Miss Broadhurst, II can
picture her rs see her, should make
me famous. thought one % sweet
and charming could not exist until l
saw you. and you are her counterpart"
1t was no idle esnpltment, no silly at
tempt at Irritation. Swiftly the girl
searched Cartright's mind and found
him sincere. THANK you, Mr.. Cart
right" she said simply, yet she colored
with pleasure.
/! ut may seem queer" he continued,
''but there is feeling, too strong to be
overcome, that must part them.
would give all have could they but
marry, yet they cannot. 1t is what
call Ny literary conscience. Often I
know that my stories would sell better
were to change in some cases even a
single paragraph, but never do it."
His companion nodded. II know the
feeling. When l was little girl my
mother gave me the task of sweeping
! the parlor. did not like it, and at first
| I did it hurriedly, leaving unswept the
places I thought would not be discov
cred. When mother came to inspect
the room her tone of mingled reproof
and surprise filled me with shame
when she said, And my Ruth did not
sweep behind the door! That was all,
yet whenever l am tempted to shirk or
do anything which is not right think
4 must sweep behind the door,
Her naive simplicity delighted Cart
right, and he led her to talk of her
home town, her friends and her daily
occupations. Yet there was never a
word of the ring nor the man who had
placed it upon her finger, and Cart
right respected the fine delicacy of her
nature.
Everything must come to an end,
and this Incompatible day was draw
ing to close. With a start of sur
prise the girl noted the slanting sun.
II had no idea it was so late" she said.
"How the time has flown"
Cartright helped her to her feet,
every nerve thrilling at the touch Of
her little hand.
He held it between his own. and bent
impetuously toward her. Need we
say goodbye" he said. MAY not call
tonight?'
She raised her eyes to his. They
were both glad and troubled at his
words, yet within their depths was an
appeal he could not mistake-an up
peal to his chivalry. "1t must be good
by" she said, and then, II am to be
married in September"
He dropped her hand. "And so am
l." he replied gloomily. II suppose
after the 18th of September must moi
even think of you any more"
"wednesday, the 12thl Why, that /.
my wedding day"
"And NINE"
Miss Broadhurst smiled as she turn
ed away. mfr. Cartright, there is the
plot for your story"
,i "Need it be written7" he asked pas
sionately, pleadingly. "That story i.
, SO sad; the saddest have ever
known"
The sweet lips were tremulous, bu
the eyes were brave and steady now
ut must be written" she said softly
"Your heroine was true and sweet
, Help her to sweep behind the door, t.
, remain true to herself and her prom
Use. And, oh, believe me, though the.
! parted, those two in the story, she al
; ways remembered him, and" breath
! lessly, was sorry, perhaps, that-tha
t they were not to be together, nor evel
see each other again.
"And he-the man in the story-wa
! more than sorry. He would have sal
. much, yet honor forbade. She CAV
: him rose which he always kept. An
this is the end Of the story"
. The girl unpinned rose at he
I. breast. She kissed 1t and handed
= to Cartrisht, and went her way unsee
, ingly, for her eyes were filled wit
!, tears. She turned once and locke
;. back. He stood upon the spot whsr
4 they had parted. Tho rose he heh t
: his lips.
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