The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-09-10
Our Daily Sport Story

them up for a mere childish whim. They were my being. I forgot the un- friendly world without when was leaning over the thumb pages. The stern reality of life was lost in the haze of romance. wars, history and the Lord knows what else. Fool that l was, did not see that could weave romance of my own. In my selfish ness was blind to everything but my self.
 Then came the morning when awoke and swept the mist from my eyes. went wearily out In the glory of the gar den.
 T will find her. I said to myself and tell her that will lock up my stupid old books nnd that we will stay 1T. the garden, always. with the sun shine ard dew and birds-that our life will be one uninterrupted dream"
 I thought to find her among the roses She was not there. I went to the pansy bed; she always cared for pansies because. she said, they were like little faces. She was not in sight, nor did find her by the fountain. Then I saw that the web was broken, for each morning found a new one across the path. :...
 "Aivs," I called, Avis" @.-.
 Coming. coming, Heinrich" heard her answer quickly, and she came run ming down the path, husIed and breathless.
 "oh. Heinrich, my handw she cried. coming up with one hand extended. scratch, made by rose thorn, and so engrossed was I in bandaging the little hurt that forgot to tell her of my new resolution.
 will wait until finish my essay, I said to myself
 It was a week before I finished my written work and during that time had seen little or nothing of Avis. The house had been unusually silent, but wished it to be so. There had been no song or laughter fin the garden, but 1t would only have disturbed me I was 1onesome-I missed the fresh flowers and dewy afr. I must tell her. and at once. Bah! But 1t was deathly still! Early the following day bade Jacques put all the books back on the shelves and look the great dusty glass doors. while hastened to the garden, a song on my lips and my heart leaping high.
 She was not there. The fountain splashed and tinkled and the birds dipped and scared away. So wan dered around. knowing that she would soon be there.
 When I came back to the spot the second time and she was not there, strange something rose within me--a dull fear. I noticed that the cobweb was torn Cwhen I first came it was whole, for I admired it's special bright ness) and hurried down the path, and a sudden turn brought me to her.
 Oh. Avis! Avis! She stood by the rose bushes-not alone. One dimpled arm was thrown around his neck, the other hand had caught at the lapel of his coat and he held 1t there just above the wrist.
 Another day and night ito drag away" I heard her say, with a soft little sob.
 My first impulse was to leap forward and hurl him back among the bushes, and then to kill her. Instead, I laughed. It was a nasty laugh, and Avis screamed. I will never forget the agony in that one cry-'Heinrich!
 The mans face was ghastly white, but he did not finch.
 Come. Avis" said. you have for gotten your roses this morning"
 T know, Heinrich, I know" she gulped, looking at me, with piteous eyes T will come-soon-I will fol- low youw
 Very we'll" I answered. T have spoiled a very pleasant morning." then to the man, T crave your pardon" And I went away. quickly. while had con- trol of myself.
 While I was in the den pulling down the books Jacques had so neatly put away Avis stole In.
 Heinrich" she said slowly, T am going away with him. You do not care. If you love me at all." with an odd, chilly, little laugh. you will want me to be happy. God knows deserve a little of earth's joy; tried to do what was right, but you were blind to the little love I gave you and put me away like a child. If 1t had not been for those books-Oh, Heinrichw with a heart-broken cry, why didn't you keep me when you had me? It would have been so easy. I deceived you, know, but you can't care. Yes. I've been go- ing there every morning. I knew him when I was little girl; see. I have yet the poor brass ring he gave me. You had not even noticed it-you rarely noticed anything concerning me. That's what hurt-what killed my love for you. When you told me you cared in the garden, I cried. Why didn't you say it sooner? Do you know why I did not want the cobweb torn? Be- cause 1t was our sign. If he looked