The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-09-01
AT PARTING.
BY CATHARINE CRANMER

BY CATHARINE CRANMER. Copyright. 1905, Daily Story Pub. Co.) When you are a man really worth while in other ways, l don't see why you persist in this impossible affair." T persist, because 1t means every thing to me, and I shall persist always, Jane, unless you marry another man. And Wilton looked unspeakable things at mention of another man.
 Now, don't say that, Wilton. for al- though like men and get on admir- ably with them as friends, I never ex- pect to love or marry any manr' ''It is impossible to believe that you will never love; such a woman Is sure
 ou6Ssa ogs and odt ioYf oyv dsepy sx Such life
 But, Wilton. my life Is full of oth- CT things; l have no place for love or
 Not now. perhaps, because your globe-trotting and your art studies have crowded 1t out for a time; but some time 1t will burst forth into every fibre of your being, and, oh, Jane, if l might have the joy of calling 1t forth!" Really, Wilton, try to be practical in this. as you are In other, matters. taste for home life what kind of a wife would I make? Go to some sweet and loving girl. lavish this beautiful love on her and let her make you
 You ought to know how useless is advice like that. It IS not that l sim ply want to marry. l want to marry
 If felt worthy of such love I'd be l less unhappy to hear you talk so: but here am. lacking in the qualities
 which are the very essentials to mar
 Not lacking; simply crowded out
 Temporarily. Since, l have known you have asked you three times to marry me, and you never gave me this reason
 before. The first time you were too young, you said, you would answer me
 two years later; two years. later you were afraid to trust yourself to live on could not be put aside. The third time | Switzerland with her for an indefinite time. Now. that all these things are
 out of the way. your career steps in. There was another reason in each case, Wilton. did not love you well
 enough. Our friendship has meant so
 much to me: in fact, l have few If any | friends with whom l have so much in common; yet have l ever sought to en- courage anything more than friendship | on your part?'
 master passion of a mans life does not l have to be nurtured and encouraged tn-
 to growth; it grows in spite or every | thing"
 Both were silent for a moment. They could see a man coming down the long veranda to claim Jane for dance.
 You sail for Europe, when?" asked
 "The 18th" ..: .. .=-.--
 And will remain how long?" | "One year.
 1 And then?' ..*.. .- .-:. Magazine illustrating"
 | Then what?"
 Why, success. hope, what more
 You may not ask more; but far more | than professional success will be nec- essary to makeeyou content"
 This attempt to undermine her pro- | fessional air castle rather nettled Jane, and when the man had claimed his dance came, she gave him the sweetest fNE la.G n l gave only. cool nod as Nshe walked away. He stood and watched her as | one watches the fading of beautiful into a somber gray. When she passed
 from his sight 1t seemed to him that all the color of his hopes had turned again entering the ball room. The next morning as Jane was at | breakfast, she received a box of eX- quisite sunrise roses. and a brief note,
 5Jane~You leave Chicago today. I cannot trust myself 10 say goodbye. these roses, but if the color ever fades and you have need of a friend. remem- ber that shall be faithful a5XaXs; ..W ii{oa .
 Jane looked first at these lovely , Beauties, sent by another man. She
 pushed the latter from her, son. suddenly grown rich, and burying 1 her face among the ones that Wilton sent. she added, but you are genuine 1 aristocracy.
 Something like a dewdrop could be 1 seen among these roses, and a match | for 1t was In either of lanes eyes. She
 had not thought that their parting on ] the veranda was to be their last for q year. She had been almost uncivil to 1 Wilton, who was after all her best i friend. Seized by an impulse she did ] not stop to define. she selected one Of l the most be utiful roses, and enclosed | 1t in a box with her card. on the back | of which she wrote: This rose brings my parting mes