The Caldwell tribune., 1905-03-25

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Thy lovers heart, sweet LADY. with tban,.
sne reeited the silly little verse in a
voice 80 vibrant with feeling that it made
Ar. an Orm grin under his musta che,
Dut Pault Jarvis leaned forwkard, listen
asnt it pretty and delicateY' she
asked And I just laughed over itv'
Sne mad risen and walked to the door.
ehe paused and hesitated moment, then
turned Her face was pale as marble,
ana her blue eyes seemed to burn.
+, Yes, l laughed then" she repeated
10 half-defant tone, but time brings
l's feVenges, and noW-now would rath-
eE get that same valentine from that
same boy and know that in the rough
way or this world there was one heart
realiy true to me than to receive any
tnlng else the good fortune of this life
could bring me- : - ssE sE
Jarvis sprang up. "Marian!" he pasn-
eo' put she was gone. He sank back in
n,s chair. feeling weak and utterly fool
My distinguished brother, it seems to
me that for an intrepid soldier who can
chase the Indian over the plain and the
iyhg agent can bind with a chain,' you
appear trife fioppy"s~s T@@
Charles, be still! What Is it, Paul?"
HIS sister asked in tones Of sympathy.
oh, nothing!' he answered wearily.
think had better get to bed. l am
not yet used to your unholy hours"
after he had gone Van Orm turned to
ms wife. Jeanne, the mans in love"
lie announced it as sudden and won
derful discovery. II know the symp-
toms. He is hit hard, and, Jove, wish
MIN luck! Marian is woman worth
winning, and, what Is saying great
deal, ne is worthy of her. 1t is case
where can do the bless you, my chill
dren, act with a clear conscience. Yes"
he added, with renewed conYiction--"yes,
he certainly is in love-"
His wife looked at him with a pitying
smile. She began to speak, then check
ed herself Why deprive him of the
pleasure Of thinking he had made a dis
covery Of something which she had long
perceived? She onlA said, "Do you real
ly think soT in an inscrutable tone as she
began her slumbrous journey toward her
chamber.
But Paul Jarvis had no thought of re-
tiring. He paced his room, living over all
his past, cursing the cruel circumstances
which had made him rough and unpol-
ished, then thanking God that he had at
least lived a clean life if not a civilized
one.
When morning dawned he left the
house and strobe up and down the
streets, matchmaking the shiftlessness
Of the florists because they had not al
ready opened their shops.
A plethoric German flower vender,
with obviously old-fashioned, early to
bed and early to rise notions, finally ap-
peared, and was nearly startled into apo
plexy by the sudden entrance of a tall,
distinguished looking man in evening
dress, who demanded his roses, "all Of
them" with a regular money-or-your-life
air.
Laden with his purchase, Paul strobe
home, and commanded the sleepy little
housemaid, whom he encountered In the
hall, to take the fragrant armful at once
to Mrs. Mitchell and tell her he must see
her Immediately. He would await her
in the library.
With eyes round with astonishment
the little maid fed as from the evil one.
She walked the lady and gave her the
roses and the message. "And he's terri
BILE in earnest" she ventured to add.
He's got awful news for you, l guess"
Paul walked the floor like conqueror
while he waited, but the moment he
heard the soft, approaching footsteps
sudden, awful fear seized him and threat
ened to take his life outright, but he res
olutely faced his task. t-
Marian" he demanded sternly, "I
am dull fellow and not good at jokes.
Tell ME what you meant by your story
last night. l am the boy who sent you
that valentine. You are now, as you
were then, and always have been, the
one woman In the world to me. Tell
mev and he seized her hand. did you
know?'
Mrs. Mitchell had a keen sense of hu-
NOR, and the situation of being routed
out of her early morning slumbers for
the purpose of hearing a proposition of
marriage from gentleman arrayed in
conventional evening dress and with the
manner Of a robber baron of the Rhine
nearly overcame her. She hid her face
III LIS dIHls dlAlJ uSdAp SiIS Llaha6Su
to murmur, will you never understand?
Don't you see? You would not see, and
couldn't make you see, and so I told the
story-on purpose"
As Mr.. Van Orm was about to take
his seat at the breakfast table, something
in the appearance of his guests attracted
his attention. He paused, still stand
ing, and contemplated them with an air
of keen solicitude. His wife gently sug-
gested to him to sit down, but he re-
mained transfxed and oblivious to all
hints.
"What is it, my brother, that makes
you hold your head as if you owned the
world? And you, Marian, friend of my
hoyhood, what causes that pinky bloom
upon your erstwhile pallid cheek?"
."Charles, don't make yourself ridicu-
lous and embarrassing" pleaded his wife.
"My dear, a man house is his castle.
If there is anything sly or hidden or
mysterious going on there, it is his right,
his privilege-nay, his duty-to investi-
gate it." And he waved the carving
knife suggestively.
Don't get oratorical," laughed Mrs.
NJ GIS 10 nnth-