The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1904-06-02

look on the mans face just inside the
window transiixcd and hold him.
'Do you know, Madge, he heard him
ask, in low, eager voice, why am
among those present to-night?'
The woman inclined her head so that
her face was in the shadow.
How should mind reading not be-
ina included in the inventory Of my ac-
complishmcnts?" Then--as If an after
thought: Probably to make new con-
quests among the buds out there, indi-
eating the ballroom with a graceful lit
tie sweep of her fan Your old propen-
sity, you know, Or. perhaps, to make
glad the hearts Of your erstwhile friends,
whom you knew were eager to welcome
you back to the old circle after your long
absence abroad"
Your penetration IL not remarkable
for its acuteness tonight" the man
submitted tentatively lie gave her
long, searching look. This is the first
function l have graced CD In five years
The night you gave me my congo, fore
sworc society, and since then have
sought companionship among the
beasts of the Jungle They are, at least
merciful az they intict mortal wounds
which are far less cruel than the linger-
ing variety"
The woman WINGED slightly, then with
all effort. she said, quite steadily:
why recall by-gones. Albert? 1t 10
SO hopeless so unaval'ng. Let us draw
the mantle OF forgetfulness over the
old days, and for tonight give ourselves
over to the present Let our watchword
be To-day for yesterday IL gone from
US forever, and tomorrow we may not
live to see. Life IS too short to waste
in vain regrets"
"Agreed-On one condition" said the
man, earnestly
And that?" with rising infection In
her voice
THAT you tell meat least do me the
Justice to explain why you threw me over
and married a man whom | have every
reason to believe YOU did not love"
The wOman's face was as white as
the rope of pearls which encircled her
fair throat. She sat nervously toying
with the rings on her small shapely fin
gers When she at last looked up, there
was a tired, weary look about her eyes.
Since you persist and there was
a sort of break In her voice. will tell
you. Fathers business affairs We're tot.
tering, ruin was imminent A rich son.
in-law, he said, would reostabllsh con-
fidencc among his creditors, and bridge
him over He put up pitiful story,
there was no time for hesltancy-no al.
tentative, and sol broke with you
who had at that time no prospects &c
speak of-and gave myself up as Sac
rifice'
The man in the shadow caught his
breath flercely inadvertently his hand
sought his pocket and drew forth some
thing small and glittering He smiled
grimly as he turned 1t over In his hand
and reflected with what facility It did its
work In one brief second Il could for
ever remove the barrier which stood be-
tween her and happiness. But he must
not make a scene and spoil her evening
LA.or He set his lips resolute-
ly, threw away his cigar dong since
gone ouO and then. like far-off music
he could hear her saying:
After all. Albert, 1t was the hand Of
Providence We were such children
and did not know the meaning Of love
Why compared with the real thing, that
youthful passion was but a spurious
| imitation. At that time had not the
faintest conception OF the beauty, the
| fnllnesa Of what Drummond defines the
/ greatest thing In the world. "A won.