The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1905-11-15

they would marry
TCS Even the mothers on both
sides agreed they were made for each
other, so thorough was the sympathy
between them.
George put his thoughts into his
pictures. They spoke such feeling and
love that they sold tremendously and
made his name famous.
Now, Gladys had one secret.
She wrote poetry, but was so diff
fdent about her verses that she had
not told her lover. She also was
obliged to take the world into her con-
'fidence. Like Mrs. Browning, her SON.
nets, under the title of "Sylvia's Love-"
brought her fame and renown.
One day the book fell into Georges
hands, and then arose the misunder-
standing.
By intuition he felt they We're writ
ten for him. Loyalty to Gladys and
love for Sylvia fought in his heart day
by day, making him morose and
gloomy. Finally his visits grew few
and far between.
Gladys noticed his preoccupation and
began to fret. Had she been too bold
In telling the world Of her love? Could
he have discovered the authorship of
the sonnets?
Pride kept her tongue tied and the
meetings of the lovers grew fewer and
colder.
All the world wondered and re-
marked at the estrangement.
"How pale Gladys looks, George"
said his mother anXiously. "Do you
think she is frettingY"
He gulped down great cup of cof
fee, scalding himself in the endeavor.
"I-er-have not noticed, mother" he
said, with averted face.
"Have You quarreled" she queried.
"NO, mother. Whatever put that
thought in your head"
81 could not imagine a quarrel" re-
piled his mother, because you seemed
to understand one another so thorough
ly. Surely you have not grown tired
of each other?"
81 do wish you would not interfere
with my affairs" exclaimed her son
pettishly, pushing his chair away from
the table. Poor little Gladys" he
muttered, going upstairs. sought l
to tell her how l feel?"
Left to herself, his mother sighed.
"How unlike George~ she said. II
wish 1 could do something"
"Gladys," asked her mother, "what is
the matter with you? You never eat
anything and you are getting as pale
as ghost. Has George been unkind
to you?"
Gladys burst into tears.
81 do not know, mother" she fall
tered. 81 fear George is getting tired
of me, and did think he loved me-"
She looked tearfully out of the win
dow, where brown thrush was warb-
ling to his mate from a wild cherry
tree.
81 thought you were made for each
other" answered her mother thought
fully. 81 cannot think that about
George. Why do you not ask him?
1t would be better to break the en-
gagement than live forever misera-
ble."
Il hardly like to ask him." said the
girl hesitatingly. "Yet would sooner
break it off if he has really grown tired
OF me. Only it will be so horridw
One afternoon George came in.
Gladys was alone at tea. Polite but
cold greetings took place.
Yes, George would take a cup of
tea, and "Ah, thank you, two Jumps,
pleaser'
In the old days Gladys was quite
aware of his sugar-loving propensities.
But his stern, set face made her hard
en- her heart, though it was beating
very tumultuously. She had deter
mined to have it out before George
bade her farewell.
Strangely enough, George had made
his visit for the same purpose.
George"
"Gladys."
Il beg your pardon, Gladys, what
'Tere you going to sayY
Poor Gladys broke down.
"Oh, George, dear" she cried hys-
terically, do not be so horribly polite.
What is the matter with you? What
has changed you? Have 1 offended
you, Or"-she hesitated-"have you
grown tired of me?"
mo, no, Gladys" he answered has
lily; Il love you dearly. But" he add
ed, looking rather foolish, II love some
one else equally as well.".
''Oh, George" cried the girl, with a
scarlet face, 'how can you talk so?
Who is she?" Il
81 do not know. I do not even know
her name. though have tried hard to
discover it,"
''But l do not understand" she CON-