New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-04-27

BY HAROLD OHIsON.

the earth, M,-jOrie was always with US, but shs
spoke of the signing lover at the cottage. and
1 found answer 10 the question that puzzled
me Why had she SO suddenly changed toward
to love lightly and forget easily. / frequently
visited the little cottage by the river where young
and shot water rats. He would recount to me
cOnStancy OF women and their evil influence on =
mans life Then he would ask me for an account
repetition of every word she had spoken and de-
scrlPton of her general state Of mind Il she had
gloom would settle upon him. and he would rail at
Of their wror gdoing
One afternoon I happened to be seated at my
piano playing dreamy. with only Marjorie
audience. think was lost in reverte. buu awose
OF the song or love and death played 1t 20 the
end. and the last note had scarcely died away be-
fore felt a light touch on shoulder turned
..You-know h.m?"" inquired Marjorie.
She quickly avoided gaze. but her eyes told
I'm very sorry for him remarked presently
Marjorie stood with her back to me- looking out OF
Why. Her voice very low
us that so terribIe?'
He is very miserable. She has behaved I'M
He has told your
Il cannot help it. My father The voice from
But he is not poor said l. told myself that
was deterTnined to help the unhappy y9ung man x
surance with some hesitation remember won
7 could not tell him. said Marjorie
men Ehen Ihere was a reasen5 suggested
faced me. Don't you understand? I could never
never tell him. It's all so hateful. and-and-rn
And Marjorie ran out Of the room. leaving me
me mystery before me- 1t was Glebe- Because
have Marjorie. This was the old mans pian-to why
back the home of his fathers by marrying his
was that man; and 1 had grown TO love Marjorie
As sat before the fire in the gloom Of the autumn
woman could have married but this little maid
marry for her fathers sake II I would not in
the end he might give her to Remington; but il
Marjorie did not keep her word; she came or
to Glebe and the devil entered into my heart lit a
fire there and made himself comfortable Each
knew he was Thoroughly enjoying himself feeling
certain OF the end As The winter deepened the
tered and hfeless- II was IN the chill of Noven-
Der mist that babe its owner "Goodby."
Marjorie has asked me to keep away he ex-
Does she still give no reason?'
= don't think she-she. cares for me any longer.
For moment as his hand grasped mine I DE-
hold Glebe for him until he could buy it. But then
ths devil p8kiHg the hre so mat It olazed hercey:
would ever be in the position to do so, and it
pressed sympathy with him in his trouble; begged
him to call on me on one OF my oseaso1al visits
SO the river heard no more the song of love and
Now looking hack through tine years wonder how
promised to be my wife. and her father seemed to
grow young again IN the thought that the blood
OF the GlberCs would still be in the veins OF the
few DAYS afterward was IN London con BUSH
nuess connected with certain r1nsl and was sit
ting alone in rooms when visitor was an
II have come to say gOodby.'. he said.
Are you going away. them? inquired. "Out Of
DO you remember On that morning when first
saw YOU, we decided that the world not
aged It ought be?''
.As We should manage it, corrected.
an aunt gsrs2snay qng 3, to me has given nm, me
.'Yoa have rot. forgotten?'
The freight flashed a moment on his face. The
y9 ', , bad gone out ycS OF - IT. ro,,
could buy Ge3 s. and live there with Marjorie
could not look at him 7 wondered how he
would feel II he knew that ms man he spoke TO
know
scend the steps. going out OF my life. Why should
- he happy and not Il His hand was on the outer
"RernIDgtoD,''
IT is inconvenent to have active and intslli-
gent conscience
golden day Of summer The little cottage gar
den bright with flowers The river sparkling in the
And foolish fellow singing a song Of love and
turned from The piano to find two heads thrust
I'M, That's iss what used 70 sing when was so aw
the garden and comforting myself by shooting
water rats
Were YOU very miserable. Charlie2''
"FrightfuIlyt'' exclaimed Charlie.
Memory plays strange tricks The old love 7
knew. dead. else I should not have been in my
present habitation For now. the cottage was mine
"a place Of rest in occasional hours snatched from
hard work in noisy dirty LOnGOnl. and Remingto1
Ieigned ut Cilebe- But the ghost Of my dead love
had come to that morning.
Aren't you coming with us?" inquired Mar
iorie.
7 sighed.
Come the river" urged Charlie
But I shook nv head
Y am going to shoot water rats" said I-(Lady's
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