Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-03-27

grew pane anu eHlu, DUl size utter
Cd never a word.
Girl, YOU have no heart-vou
are as cold as a stonew old Jane
burst out passionately one day-that
dav when news came that David
Greet would never return to the lit
tie fishing village, but lie instead in
the lonely sea- Still David's wife
would not speak, but at night she
stood by her window and looked up
at the clear stars with a white face.
u think | must have a heart. for !
can feel it break" she said wher
there was none to hear her.
But the rumor was a lie, and he
came back.
.'He has done well and has come
back right, Margot," said the OLD
woman. She looked at her daugh-
ter-in-law with uncompromisine
ewes. HE could give you fine clothes
now and the best looking house in
Keston."
Then for the first time was Mar.
COTS calm broken, and she was
moved to speech. Il will never PC
back to him." she cried fercely.
She threw down her work and left
the room.
How was Jane to know that in
that moment her heart was stolen
from her, and she felt in its place
but a lump of heavy gold that tore
her breast? Wherever she went she
felt it there, and it hurt sorely.
When she passed David in the street
her fingers shook, but that weight in
her bosom pressed, and she remem-
bered his gold and passed on. Oh,
it was Ill to be without a heart and
have only a lump of gold that must
always stand between herself and
the man she loved!
He is rich now," said Margot,
and she was careful that she did not
meet him again. She spent much
time in planning that her ways
might not touch his.
In the evening she sewed still,
and she was sewing when Jane Greet
came to her with the news which
she thought so i'll.
ooh, you were a wise woman, Mar
got" she said, ito keep away from
such a fool. No one but a fool
would lose all his money in going Sc
curity for such a man as John Stan
ton is. David is rich man no more.
Every penny that he brought back
with him is frittered away and all
else that he had besides. Be thank
full, Margot Greet, that you are not
my sons wife in anything but
namep'
She went away, a red eyed and
furious old woman, but Margot sat
on like one stunned.
Then she arose and put away her
sewing. She did not set it on the
little table, as she always did, but
rolled it up and, with a curiously
impatient gesture, set it away in old
James drawer.
"That's finished WITH" said she.
Yet the sewing was not nearly done.
Afterward she put on her hat, and
the shawl which she usually put over
her head when she ran out she
crossed upon her arm. She cast one
look around the little room and to-
ward the staircase where Jane had
disappeared. Then she opened the
door and went into the street.
That was curiously quiet, and
there was a fog It was but one
short year since Margot Greet had
quarreled with her husband and
gone away.
She found her way through the
streets and around the corners Just
as surely as he had done, but she
was not unconscious of the way she
wound. The consciousness Of that
shook her through and through and
would have shaken her still more
had she but had a heart left with
which to feel.
Dayid'ls pane made little disk of
light, which greeted her kindly, yet
it hurt, for it reminded her of the
yellow gold in her breast.
But he was singing, this time in
the light, and she paused to hear:
Sing me to sleep and let me rest;
In all the world I loved you best.
Nothing is faithful, nothing true
In heaven or earth but God and you
It was not true, that song of Da-
vid's. She had not been true to him
or faithful, but she would be now.
Tears came into her eyes, and as
they ran down her cheeks something
broke in her breast and melted away.
Dayid's light smiled kindly at her
as she opened the door and stepped
into it, leaving the fog and gloom.
ETOavid > Cbn sold ei7717,Iv ct bov4o