Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1904-04-09

shadows on his face. or course, Miss
Jones had no idea that the interview
er's" life was wearying one indeed,
for many time and oft he had to
stand for hours ankle deep In the mud
that is present at every stock sale;
had to rush about over half the county
at all times and In all weathers; had
to do two and sometimes three mems
work; had to tout for advertisements;
soft-soap good Dendene citizens who
agreed with his papers Opinions;
had to chronicle a host of silly title
tattle, and cover reams of paper with
the common names of nobodies.
SO it was no wonder that Danvers
had turned a little bit gray, and did
not look peculiarly cheerful. And 1t
did not improve his looks to go home
after handing in his 'copy"-and lie
| awake all night thinking of his beautl-
full wife, In the heyday of her career,
belauded wherever she went, rich, and
without a ripple in the calm sea of
her existence to trouble her, while
he
But he was glad she did not recog-
nlze him.
1t was about half-past eight on the
following morning. Danvers was max
Ing a miserable attempt to eat some
breakfast, when no less person than
Jones was suddenly shown into his
room by his landlady, who never put
herself out Of the way to announce a
visitor.
"Oh," began Miss Jones, Miss Fair
fax would be glad If you could see her
some time this morning She wants
something altered in the interview,
and hopes you can publish the correc-
ton next Wednesday,"
The Dendene Gazette, we should
have mentioned, was q bi-weekly.
VERY we'll" said Danvers, II will
wait upon Miss Fairfax Immediately"
Grown Hotel" said Jones, laconical-
ly, and went.
The quality of the breakfast had
lowered the interview another twenty
i've per cent In her estimation.
There was a big fire in the Grown
yers was shown into it. The table
was also laid for breakfast. Danvers
sat down with a sigh The ordeal
wasn't over then, yet
There was frou-frou Of skirts, and
Danyers, standing up, bowed politely
to Miss Fairfax, whose beauty, he OBJ
served, bore the test of sunlight I'M
flinchingly.
Pray sit down." she said; II merely
wanted to ask you"
She stopped speaking. Involuntar
lily he looked up at her, and the blood
surged giddily to his brain when he
saw that she was surveying him with
world Of tenderness in her eyes. She
recognized him, and she still loved
him!
Without more ado she dropped on
her knees beside him, and laid one of
her white hands caressingly on his
threadbare sleeve.
"Oh, Charlie!' she cried, with a lit
tie sob in her voice, won't you make
it up?"
He gazed at her wildly. He could
not believe it. But yet there was that
look in her face.
"Oh, no, nor he exclaimed, turn
ing away, ''it would not do. You are
so famous and rich, while II am
what you see. II had better go.
What will people say when they
hear-?"
His failure of a career, his shabbi-
ness, his wretchedness-the thought Of
them overwhelmed him. He would
not take advantage of her generosity.
SO he rose to his feet and walked I'M
steadily toward the door. But before
he had gone half dozen PAGES, she
was by his side.
Charlie" she said, II love you. l
have always loved you. l loved you
when we parted. l have tried to find
out where you were. Charlie-let us
make it up"
He stopped and looked down at her
| Her eyes were suffused with tears.
My darling" he exclaimed, and,
clasping her in his arms, imprinted on
her fair brow a kiss of reconciliation,
which dispersed the gray shadows of
the past, with all its black clouds of
misery and hopelessness.
And 50, hand in hand, they started
anew on life's long journey.-Rural
Home.
!
Time Enough.
Joaquin Miller was visiting friend
| whose tastes run to the classical ana