The Colfax chronicle., 1904-01-02

neart with SlckenlDS WHIT. lie noteQ
the calm, sweet face; little older. per-
haps. but still the same. The child at
her side told of a new happiness-the
| legacy of motherhood.
81 have come to see you about my
husband" she confessed, reluctantly
He has changed SO greatly in the past
few months, that thought perhaps it
might be his work; that you would un-
derstand"
The man was SILENT but the look Of
sympathy in his eyes encouraged her.
Her voice trembled as she continued:
'He seems to have something on his
mind over which ne broods. Often
when ! speak TO him he does not hear
me. Then. again, he will look at me in
a way that makes my heart ache. only
a few days ago | found him with our
little Dorothy in his arms, and the
tears were rolling down his cheeks. lie
is always SO loving and kind, can't
nderstand-f-i-"
She was sobbing, and the man at the
desk felt something rise in his own
throat that choked him.
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A. The child drew closer to its mother.
! Don't cry. mamma-Gear mamma.
/ Suddenly the little figure straight
ened up with firm resolve, and darted
swiftly across the room, and the man
at the desk became conscious of the
little one at his knee.
"You's orful naughty to make my
? dear m m M oh Oh
struggling bravely to Keep back the
tears. Il don't like you"
Come, Dorothy" called the mother,
! gently, you must not speak like that.
You don't mind baby, do you?" she
added, aDpealingly
The man smiled sadly. Mind her?
Id as soon rebuke an angel"
For awhile he sat silent He was
thinking how simple matter it would
be to tell her all-how her husbands
conscience lashed him to remorse. How
simple. yet how despicable.
Il shall give the matter my atten-
tion.' he said instead. Perhaps your
husband is working too hard His du-
{ ties as first cashier are especially oner-
rous. No doubt he needs rest. | shall
speak to him about taking a few
weeks vacation, and can almost PROM
ise you that he will soon be his old
self again"
She smiled her gratitude, relieved
and happy at his assurance Suddenly
her face grew grave.
MY husband tells me frequently
how kind and considerate you have
been to him. Sometimes can scarce
iy fathom the nobility that prompts 1t,
for you could almost claim the right to
be otherwise-God knows you could!"
Mani" The old pet name of other
days swept impulsively from his lips as
he crossed the room. II would do any
thing to make you happy" he said, al
most fiercely
She looked up at him imploringly
"Don't-please don't. have no right
to listcn.''
He bowed his head resignedly before
her rebuke. Forgive me. had less
right to speak," he said
She walked slowly away, ana turn.
ing in the doorway, said, simply: T
snail never forget your kindness. Good
night"
The child hesitated as the mother left
the room, and moment later the man
at the desk felt little hand steal soft
ly into his.
rs sorry | called you naughty"
came the penitent whisper. "'cause-
cause mamma likes you. l likes you
too. You may kiss me-
For one btief moment he caught the
child to his heart. and all the loneli-
ness OF his life was touched He felt
the little arms clasp his neck in conf
dence and love, and the touch of baby
lips.
God bless you, baby!" he nurmured,
brokenly.
The mothers voice calling the child
sounded softly from tbs outer room.
His head dropped lower over tho
desk until it rested On his arm. All
the bitterness of bis soul welled to his
lips. "Oh. God, what hast Thou denied
mel"
Through all the long hours of the
night he did not move. Visions of
what might have been" came and
went. The watchman looked into the
room, and thinking that the bowed fig
uTe slept, moved silently away.
When lie first gleam Of dawn strug-
gled in at the window the man raised
his head. Opening a drawer of his desk
he took out q tiny locket. The fair
face of a woman smiled up at him
from its rim of gold. For long time
he sat in silent contemplation of the
image. then with all the reverence of
his manhood he touched it with his
lips.
Love or duty?
Love.
That same day the first cashier was
called TO the office of the president.
When he went back to his duties ar
hour later there was a strange new
buoyancy in his manner.
Before the close of the days bus,-
ness the president had transferred ten
thousand dollars from his personal ac-
count TO the banks funds
She never knew.-Farm and Fiys.
side.
Usefulness
An act of usefulness is the object OF