The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-04-05
HIS LOVE REWARDED
BY CHARLES MALCOLM.


through me. as IL l had been q pair OF
sold myself for a postage stamp just at
hat moment, and considered II a bar
gain. | got out OF the room somehow.
not in the most graceful style. am
sfraid-and went home to ruminate on
my dismissal.
If Marjory Cheswiek had not been
an heiressl"
That was the cry of my bruised heart
during all the weary days and weeks
that followed. Somehow could not di-
vest myself OF the idea that Marjory had
eonfounded me with the herd Of fortune
hunters that had always surrounded
her. There was no help for II now.
however. All. no help for It!
"Charley's going thin-I hope he isn't
going into a decline" said my mother.
obviously. shaking her head. Charley
only needs a little change" remarked
my father. What do you say to run
on the continent. my boy. eh?"
Indeed. dad. | don't need any relaxa-
tion. | would rather remain quietly at
home"
My father looked at me keenly. He
was a man who never changed his mind:
and the upshot OF the matter was that
on the continent | went. Once away
from home. extended my route of travel
considerably. and two years crept away
almost before I knew II. had not
forgotten Marjory Cheswick. and the
silvery mo. sir," was as plainly i'm
printed on my memory as II 1t had been
spoken yesterday.
"Cheswick, Cheswick," People had
almost forgotten the very name in the
fashionable circle whose star Marjory
| had once been, when I returned to my
native land.
I was strolling one evening through
one OF the principal streets out OF the
| city. when | paused a moment at bril-
liantly lighted corner. where three gold
en- balls hung over my head. There was
q deadlock among cart wheels and
screaming drivers. and I mechanically
urned TO look at the display in the pawn
brokers' window
Surely I could not be mistaken
rubbed the raindrops OF my eyelashes
and looked again. No-I was not mis-.
taken.
There. among battered violins. paste
diamonds. and all the incongruous med
ley that collects in such places. hunf
4 green-plumed canary, straining hi.
small throat in a pagoda OF tarnishet
gilt wire, Marjory Cheswick's pet bird
should have known IL among all th'
feathered denizens OF the Canary is
lands, But how on earth came 4
there?
I hastily stepped into the shop ant
confronted the man behind the coun
ter
That cage? It's been here these ST,
months. Redeemed-no. OF course moi
Fourteen shillings lent on that cage
'taint that sort Of person redeem
things Can't tell. I'm sure. who left
here"
slipped gold piece across the ding
, counter with trembling hands.
Perhaps you might ascertain by ref
erence TO your books. if"
Certainly. sir-certainly." said th
] man. clutching at the coin. while hi
: whole yisage relaxed into smiles. ANY
thing to oblige a gentleman. Let N
p see-let-me-see, oh. here II Is, jar
uary II. Marjory Ches-Ches-"
l caught the dog's-eared volume an
A eagerly read the name. followed by Q
address entirely new TO me. II Wa
enough. / had discovered the missin
link. and before the astonished shopms
= had recovered his presence of mind.
was once more pressing through II
Q rain. the mist. the darkness. The mel
;. Idea of Marjory Cheswick in want
g perhaps In suffering-drove me wild!
I'll Does Miss Cheswick live here-Mi
, Marjory Cheswlck?"
At any other time my fastidious sens
would have revolted from the reekir
atmosphere OF that dismal house; no
III scarcely needed the noise Al
o squalor.
e Artificial flower maker-upstairs
e top fioor-back," growled the voice
N some one behind a partially open,
W ioor. and had the satisfaction OF kno'
ing that / was being thoroughly scann'
a by unseen eyes belonging TO the vote
Ny heart seemed almost to stand st
as tapped at the door. beneath which
lad distinguished faint. yellow line
: light.
Y. Come in" responded a low voit
T. and | obeyed.
Il II was a narrow room, whose slopil
> roof could scarcely permit person
stand upright in any part of it-witt
>. rusty, fireless crate, and a table whe
l. one tallow candle family illuminat
:. heaps OF half-inished artificial fiowe
'e over which bent a weary. slight f
x ure AS my step sounded on the thres
3 old she looked up.
II All, how changed-how faded, Y
II how beautiful still, The same gold
5 masses OF hair. braided now, instead
.r hanging in curls; the same blue eyes th
ID had haunted me for ten long years.
lie "Marjory! Marjory Cheswick,"
ID Pshaw, What is the use of going IN
he details? Doesn't the reader know j,
what happened afterwards? II
Is doesn't, shall be very happy TO see b
ID any evening in our bright little drawn
p room, where the green canary sings il
he as sweetly as IL he had never hung I
er der the three golden balls" and /
at beautiful wife nourishes the delusi
ID that her husband is sort of hero
er A hero. indeed, As though any IN
I'd wouldn't have passed through twice
4 ordeal TO win such precious treasu
Isn't It true. my own Marjcry ?"
And Marjory hides her face In
I'D baby's neck. and says:
"Sonsenss!"
III. r.x,.I..t tr-a..x