The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1904-06-24

I(copyright. l0ol, By DAILY Ssery Pub. Co..

4 vastin' the best years of your life wait
: In fur q man that may be already mar
ried. You could a had your pick and
choice of any round here. You amt
/ heard nothin' from him fur long time
have you?"
III Martha shrank from her mothers
sharp words, for they were but echoes
!. Of her own thoughts. She bent lower
over her work, and pretended to be busy
with q refractory thread while she an
swered in low, constrained voice: mo.
mother"
ts"I thought it would be 80, and I told
YOU 30. He didn't want no common
country girl like you. He wants girl
that don't spoil her pretty hands with
work. You throwed away good
chance when you refused Lem Willis;
he's got good farm, and would make
any gal a good husband. Now, that
Craig Teller"
Mother, mother!" cried Martha In
sharp, panied tones, cant you ind
something more interesting to talk
about? Mr.. Craig's movements cannot
possibly interest us; we live in one world
!. and he in another. AS for Lem Willis
well, he is good enough, in his way
and If it will please you to know 1t, the
chance is not entirely lost, and l prom
ised to think it over"
All the afternoon while Martha sat
plying her needle, her thoughts had been
busy with this subjest
She left the window and drawing
chair close to the fire, sat gazing into
the glowing embers. The freight rose
and fell fitfully while her thoughts
strayed far back into the shadowy
past. She thought of the time when she
had come to Seaview to teach the vii
lage school. small red schoolhouse by
the roadside-and the pupils came for
4 distance of two miles and more.
The day had been sultry, and after
Diminishing the noisy urchins, she had
sought shady brook and stopped over
to battle her heated brow. She recalled
the timely arrival of tall, handsome
stranger just as she was making fu-
tile attempt to rescue her sun hat as 1t
floated away on the current OF the
stream.
That was their first acquaintance.
Mortimer Craig spent three months at
Seaview. Every morning Martha awoke
with the happy thought that to-day she
would see him, speak to him and gaze
into his glorious dark eyes. Never be-
fore had the flowers seemed SO beauti-
full, the trees so green, and the songs OF
the birds so sweet. The songin her heart
filed the world with melody. 1..s... 49,
Then one evening, when the sunset
was nearly over, and the air was sweet
with the scent Of flowers and shrubs,
they left their boat down the river that
they might walk back along 4 shaded
path. He had paused before her, taking
both her hands in his, and told her Of
his love. She had lain in his arms while
abe shyly confessed her love for him.
Then he went away.
Not until a year had passed and the
first frost of October had again fired
tho wood with gorgeous splendor Of de-
cay, did Martha lose hope Of ever seeing
her truant lover, and her heart grew
sick with hope deferred. .
"Well?"
The front door had just closed on Lem
Willis and Martha turned to face her
mother who had just entered from the
kitchen.
"You didn't send him away again did
you?"
mo, mother. told him I would marry
him whenever he was ready, and hate
myself for 1t. I don't love him and
never will. Oh, hate myself hate
him, and hate the world-everything."
"Marthy, Marthy-wh-" Half the
last word was lost in the bang Of the
door which, after hastily snatching q
wrap from the rack, Martha had
slammed behind her, leaving her mother
in stupefed wonder.
Martha sped along the street, not car
; ing whither-only to be alone alone
with her miserable thoughts.
"Martha!". They stood facing each
other in the uncertain twilight Martha
found her eyes riveted on the stranger.
yet no sound escaped her pale lips. A
ghost, conjured by her disordered mind,
stood before her, and fright sealed her
lips. Then as she realized 1t was no
ghost, but a flesh and blood man-the
man who had thrown her and her love
:. aside-pride came to her rescue and
lent her strength and speech. Martha
put out her hand in friendly manner,
at the same time saying: How do you
do, Mr.. Craig? Your sudden appearance
startled me for the moment and IL
hadn't heard of your return to Seaview."
Mortimer Craig stood with his hands
In his pockets, not offering to touch her
outstretched hand. Martha found her
eyes attracted to his In way she hall
resented yet could not resist He fas-
tened his dark eyes upon her and re-
garded her steadily for moment.
" 80! While l compassioned your
dull, monotonous life, you found amuse-
ment and occupation-the old thrilling
Z game we all play at more or less" He
looked so stern and cold Martha almost
Y feared him, but she could be brave; he
should not see how his desertion had
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