The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-25
Our Daily Sport Story

long absence She wondered II she | would ever take an active interest III
 anything again. Life had lost all zest
 for her. It was simply living from y uay
 to day without anything in It to iNe for-an existence. merely. More thdn | once, In the last ten years, she had dsn
 ed herself if there could be another ire
 in all the world so hopeless. s" color- | less, so commonplace as hers Nolulns
 to look forward to; but ah. so much to
 look back upon! If there was any reai [ living about 1t that living was all m
 the past. Whenever she thought or | Farringford-and 1t seemde to her as If she always thought of him-there
 was pain at her heart that was as | fierce and keen as on tat morning
 when she read the letter that was the
 death of all her hor.. The years that
 pass. have no anaesthetic for sorro"
 over lost love. She might live to De | old--so old!-but she would never TOT get. never outgrow that love.
 This morning as she wandered ann lesly. listlesly about the old home she lcame to the old clock in the hall T wonder if it has kept its secret all | these years?" she thought. desire
 came to her to see If the letter was still there. She opened the door and peer
 ed down into its dusty depths. Yes
 there was a folded something there It
 must be the letter.
 T would like to know what he said | to her." she thought. She paused a
 moment, in indecision. Poor Jean l
 wonder if she ever heard from him.
 How she must have suffered, if she
 loved him. I wonder how she explain
 ed his silence to herself. But-1 kept
 them apart. If I could not have the happiness had counted on others had
 to go without 1t, too. There Is little
 pitiful comfort in that" she laughed a
 hard, mirthless laugh as she reached down into the old clock and groped
 about for he letter. Presently she
 found 1t and drew 1t forth, thickly cov-
 cred with dust. This she brushed away
 and on the timeyellowed envelope she
 read, Jean Grant"
 She opened the letter with fingers
 that trembled strangely. Somehow it
 seemed as If the dead might be near tc
 see what she was doing with that
 which did not belong to her She shiv-
 cred as if a wind blew about her out
 of an open grave. Then she unfold
 ed the sheet and began to read; Dear Margaret" was written at the head of the page. She read the name } with startled eyes. Her name. How came 1t there in a letter intended fol her sister? She read on, and as she die | ? as if with palsy And the look In he' , eyes. It was strange blending O horror. of remorse and despair. My God. this letter was meant fo mel" she cried. "He made a mistake and put the one he meant for Jean il the envelope that bore my name AnC IT thought to keep them apart, anc |, in doing what I did robbed myself O the one thing that I cared for most O Io1 oh m ct I ed upon myself! But-he loved me = Nothing can rob me of the knowledg I of that now"
 2 A look of unutterable gladness. O triumph. for n moment drove the de r spalr out of her face. It was sweet @ so sweet to know that she had not bee e deceived in Hugh Farringford, even l e she had lost him forever.
 r She sprang up with sudden energy t q will hunt the world over till I fin . him." she cried And when I hay F found him I will tell him what I die t and that did 1t because of my love fo V him. He shall know how it has react u ed upon me In a punishment that [ keener than any hades could deviA. h and when he knows that, 1t may be h
 will pity me. C'h he must pity mt
 How can he help doing so? Who know k -" with the light of great hop & dawning In her face when he know | what did and why I did It. if he lov
 ed me as he says he did, he may over q look-forgive"
 a What was 1t that drew her eyes tha ,. moment to the page of the newspape
 laying ou the hall table? It was a :. old paper but 1t seemed If fate 4la 2 left 1t there for her to read at this cri d sis of her life. name stood out anon il the black words with strange prom
 hence, and caughet her eye-the nam Q of Hugh Farringford This Is wha f | she read:
 f Hon. Hugh Farringford and famil
 leave Denver tomorrow for an extend S ed trip through Europe and the Hol V Land"