Middletown transcript. [volume] (Middletown, Del.) 1868-current, 1905-08-12

Goodbye, dearest Sroou-psc
the twentieth time Mark Jermyn uttered
the words Of farewell, and for the TWEEN
tieth time the girl responded, but reaiIz-
ing that the parting was not an ordinary
one, they were 10th to part even then
Years hence they might meet again per-
haps never
@tAnd. dearest, you'll remember. i the
recollection of me ever stands Ia your
light, your to forget existed. Promise
me that p
The girl looked into the earnest lace
bending over her, into the depths OF the
grave, brown eyes.
II cannot" she said softly. Moreover,
is it necessary? Is it what yo' wonld 40
were you in my place 2"
Her logic was unanswerabe and ne
sighed.
IF you were tile only child Of some
body next door to millionaire sne
went on, ''and your father roade yon
to marry any one who was not wealthy
while you really loved one as poor as a
church mouse, would you give up with
out struggle? Of course you wouldn't,
Mark. You'd wait, and wait, ana
hope y
But waiting doesn't always bring
wealth." broke in Jermyn, especially
in the musical profession. Why did my
father destine me for his own career r ne
added bitterly.
because, it's what you're most fitted
for" Elsie Renton replied. MARK dear,
you're going to be great man.
He waivel away her words with
smile and another kiss.
sYou hatter me, sweetheart y he sald'
s'although it's true my father was lar from
being a mediocrity. lie changed his
name on marriage, and died when | was
only FIVE years old. But his existence
really ended, SO far as the world was
concerned, when he forsook his old name,
for he never composed single thing
alter"
Chow stranger' remarked the girl,
wonderingly. "And what terrible
example to you, dearest"
"You may think so. Of course, | was
too young to know much then, and never
heard how it all happened, for my mother
soon followed my father"
.And his name before was Y
"Wegar-Mark Wegar-one Of the
foremost composers OF his time !"
A couple of years later Mark Jermyn
was in London. 1t seemed much longer
since he had parted from Elsie Renton in
Paris, where they had been fellow stu
dents at the Conservatorie she, for the
sake OF finishing musical education, he,
because lie had his future living to con-
slider.
In Paris the girl had been free from the
hidebound conventionalites OF home, and
her doting parents would doubtless have
been Mortified had they known she had
dared to regard someone with affection.
The two had parted ; lie to work for
name and she to enter society.
And now he was in London, his fame
having preceded him, and Mark Jermyn,
the celebrated pianist, was announced to
make his debut before the most critical
audience in the world. Success had not
spoilt him, and he remained the same
modest man that had held EIsie's hand
in his two years since deeply, madly, in
love with her still. Several times she had
written to him, and with her last letter in
his pocket as talisman, he faced the
eager crowd that evening.
The performance was success. Mark
Jermyn's reputation was more than up
held and he quickly became the lion of
the hour. Invitations from the highest
OF the land literally showered upon him,
SO numerous that they would have taken
years to respond to all, one Of the earliest
coming from the Rentons offering a
princeIy fee for a short recital at forth
coming cat Home" To tn Jermyn
stiffly replied that he only accepted social
engagements. An answer soon came al
tering the tone of the invitation, and
day or two later, he found himself about
to meet his loved one once more.
The place was already thronged with
Ir l,,,t 4
first to greet him, and as he took her
hand he would have knelt down there
and then and kissed it, for single look
served to tell him that he held her heart
still.
"I'm hostess for the moment" she
observed. LET me take you to mother"
He followed her, and little later was
being introduced to Mrs. Renton.
''Mr. Jermyn, mother r
The stately lady addressed, looked up,
and as she saw his handsome, clear cut
features started.
"Mr. Jermyn ?-of yes, of course
Your appearance seems familiar. But
then, aren't your photographs all over
London?' she asked.
Mark bowed, but guessed by her tone
that she had never seen his portrait.
He sauntered aimlessly about. conyers-
ing first with one and another till at
length lie found himself addressing the
host himself. And Jermyn was agree
ably surprised; Elsie's father was not
nearly as formidable as he had pictured
him to be; on the contrary his attitude
toward the young lion Of the season was