Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-12-21

said. Pulse weak, respiration scarce
~ perceptible. The poor old chap is
so worn out he will last but twenty
live minutes longer Sort Of melan.
choly, isn't is ?"
The girl was silent.
Say, Fill he said with sudden i'm
pulsiveness, II shall miss these heart
to heart talks before this old fireplace
awfully."
Indeed" she said rather frigidly.
lawfully" he repeated "A fellow
gives up lot when he marries, doesn't
he?"
Her chin raised from her palm. and
she looked at him with steady disap
prevail.
"Don't look at me like that. Fill" he
said. Between such old friends as
you and me a bit Of confession won't
be misunderstood"
Did you bring the letters:" she ask
ed quietly.
"Yes," he said.
He delved into bullying pocket and
brought forth a packet Of old letters
that gave evidence Of much handling.
He laid them on his knee.
Here they are" he said.
"Put them in the fire." she said short
~.
He looked at them tenderly.
II shall keep them until next year, If
you don't mind,' he said. Its only
twenty minutes, you know" he added.
LAS you like" she said.
"They are ripping old letters" he
asserted. mo one could ever write. a
letter like you. Fill"
He united the string that bound
them and ran hastily through the en-
velopes.
Heres the one you wrote me from
Venice" he said. "Listen!'
Despite her look of anger he pulled
the letter from the envelope and read:
Dear Old Dave - Your last outburst
reached me at Genoa. "Never" las the
prosecuted heroine in the melodrama
shrieks) 'Never!" You'll thank me for
| all this some day when you meet the one
| and only Her for wasting all this ink and
| paper in writing you a refusal from every
! stopping place. Why will you propose in
every letter, Davy? have filled twenty
! five sheets with mos" and hereafter
when you ask me again shall simply mail
| you one Of these sheets.
He paused and looked at her.
"Well, you may thank me now" she
said with a sorry attempt at levity.
Pm not so sure l want to-" he said.
"Dave!" There was sharp reproof in
her voice.
Don't misunderstood me. I'm not
disloyal to-to, her. Only
II wouldn't explain" she said coldly
He put the letter back in the en-.
velope and drew out another.
"Here Is one from Rome" he said
"Ah, yes! This is the one simply flle1
with nos Fill, you have given me more
misery than any other woman ever has
or ever can give me-"
you'll forget it in your new happi
ness" she said.
"Heaven send do!' he said fervent
~.
She eyed him curiously. Then, will
q sudden movement Of her hand, sh'
swept the letters from his knee int
the fire.
"Exeunt omnes! They all 60 out!'
she said, but there was suspicion o
article in her hooking laugh.
I Potter sprang from his chair an
stood modify contemplating the burr
Ing paper.
Sits nearly H." she said. LET
( have a toast or two before we drtn
\ to the new year."
She went to the little table in tn
corner and filed two, cups from tn
4 punch BOWL ~
eth give you one" she said gaylJ
"Here's to the Mrs. David Potter tina
Is to bel, May she believe she has a
4 ways been supreme in the heart g
David!' ..<a..., -. ......
"lAmenv' said he, and drained hl
glass u. ..0 f.. .,....>.... ~
II Then he rehlled the glasses at til
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