The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1904-02-10

daily from town, the second of which
Nora watched anxiously as 1t ratified
alongside the platform.
Papa hasn't come, Kitty, darling"
she said a minute later.
Papa making heaps of money" said
the child, airily. Come morro-day."
Nora could not speak. She knew he
would not come now for a week at
least. Too busy even to telegraph"
she thought, sadly, hardly hearing her
child's prattle as he gently hurried
her homeward. The rest of the after
noon dragged heavily away, and in the
evening, when Kitty had been put to
bed, she found her loneliness in the
parlor unbearable. II was dusk, but
the air was mild, and at last, throw
| ing a wrap about her. she opened the
| French window and went out into the
garden. Donald would never have
arranged his hyacinths like that" she
murmured, as she passed a plot from
which a faint, exquisite fragrance
arose. He'll be angry when he sees
how they have clipped the hedge" she
added to herself, when she reached the
bottom of the garden. But perhaps
he won't notice it," she sighed.
A little gate yielded complainingly
to her repeated efforts, and she found
herself on a path leading to the cliffs.
Soon she was standing On the edge.
breathing the briny air, hearing the
unceasing sob of the waves, and see-
ing, not the misty expanse before her,
| hut ka ,i,1 1nI
eyes of her lover of six years ago.
| "Oh. Cod" she moaned. give him
back his dreams!"
1t grew late. The freshening breeze
chilled her, and with her prayer still
trembling on her lips, she turned and
went drearily toward the house. her
eyes fixed on the path.
Mora, Nora, what are you"
Donald" She nearly fell.
Did l frighten your he asked,
laughingly.
| II didn't expect you. How"
| II got a late train to Castleton, and
drove over Hadn't time to telegraph.
And when got home found the win
dow open, so concluded you'd gone
out, and followed you. How sweet the
sea air it,"
IF you'd like to stay here a little,
lin not bit cold, Donald"
Are you sure? Well, we'll stay till
I've told you the news. It's very bad
news, Nora"
Had Burbury's luck turned at last?
Had Donald been almost ruined? II
so, she was ready to take her husband
in her arms and weep, while her heart
sang for joy. She had enough money
of her own, she told herself for life at
Westcliff.
''Burbury died this afternoon" said
her husband. Poor chap, he fancied
he was better on Thursday, and came
into the Office, and, believe, added
another thousand to our pile. He
'Burbury dead? Oh, Donald, then
you are free?" The words were out
before she could stop them.
Free, Nora? Oh see what you
mean! But I'll miss his judgment
terribly. The business will be much
smaller affair without him. | haven't
got anything like his nerve"
But, dear" she began, and halted
helplessly.
ut is glorious here" he said
"When will you get holiday to en-
joy 1t, Donald" she asked timidly.
He shook his head. Heaven knows!
/ must be off early on Monday, and II
will be time enough to talk of holi.
day six months hence. l don't want
to take partner. I've an ambition tc
run the concern myself You'll be Q
very wealthy woman yet, Nora" ht
added, with a slight laugh
Donald, | don't want any more!'
she cried, catching his hands.
How cold you are! Let us get in
side"
wait little. Donald, did you no
tice the garden as you came through? p
''Yes What idiots of men did yor
employ?"
Her heart thrilled. "EIe noticed
He had not forgotten" she thought.
"You-you ought to take it in hant
yourself, dear" she said, feverishly.
80 | would, but haven't time"
"Ah! But, Donald, do you remem
ber how used to tease you abou
dreaming here-here, just where W.
are standing?'
Yes" he said, softly, looking abou
him.
Have you no dreams now?"
mo, you cured me of dreaming
Nora. Why, what is it? You're cry
ing, dear"
'Oh, it's killing me, Donald! Why
why did you so into that awful bust
ness?"
He stared at her. 81 don't know O
any other business" he said slowly
''in which | would have been as quick
ly successful"
"Oh, you don't understand, you don
understand! Tell me, do you love thl
business?"
mo, sometimes it sickens me- Blu
man must have work to do, and it.
better to have some ambition even /
it's not very noble one. Would yo
rather | tried something else | nigh