The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1905-12-31
Winthrop's Sweetheart.
By JOHN HARWOOD BACON

WOOD BACON
patiently, "andi regretted 1t later"
Did you really she asked, tremu-
lousy. Say YOU won't any more" With a
pretty gesture Of entreaty.
lie took her hand thai she extended, and
looked uncomfortable.
Honest, ON. she pursued, with 9 sly
Wasn't itY..
Yes he admitted, at was. And-and
L thank you forSletting me-,
On subsequent evenings they sought the
same inoon-coinnlalding spot. IS Mrs. Por-
And her ~eyes-blue2 How r. wish
tlaively--"I might see her photograph
with pride did he draw fortllgA sminia-
tare concealed in his watchcasesa
Beautiful! And aren't YOU really GO
ing to write to her, ever?" s$tR
How can 1Yn dejectedly. "SfeSWished
me to go, and" fiercelS-nshe was right.
i was making a veritable nuisance OF my.
a fortnight elapsed before he begahg.to
question the compliment of discussing
Miss 4Westly" to exclusion OF other;
themes. Without fiattery, he called hiin.s
T1enccforward Miss Westly. played al
diminishing part in lake-shore 5conversn-S
tons. and with satisfaction Mrs. Porter,
noted. Summer passed. and the FRIEND
hssi' AOIlIiSl . Jhlu hbuEttF
woman grew stronger day by day..
You've been wonderfully good to me,,,as
he declared one evening.
Have ~ she laughed. "How9'
Do you think I need 3specifv?o he nsk.
cd, gently. t4h
With n contented little sigi, she held out
her hand in the pretty, impulsive way
that was hers. I'VE have become friends
Their talk that evening bore little re1e-S
vancy to an exile's mutilated affections.
Bless his heart" she mrrmured, as he3
babe y elletat Mt. good night. She means
Character in ancient history. And now
Mrs. Porter seated herself on the stem
and smiled at the stars. 4 I
\ be ln III, trIu y y vas 81 ,l a. !. blt, TIE night vac
5unlnailed letters In her room supstairs
would provide an excuse for a walk to
the corner; q moment later she was trip.
ping 5downathe street. @
next door, 3and-wlthH ia PECULIAR thrill
which she promptly declared suiiwortly-8
she s., espled q light in an upstairs room
me impulse TO take "tust4a peek was
harmless. and she Yielded. Somewhat to
her CONSERVATION, q figure was IN tho
window, silholtted against glare Of
noticed. Something evidentlysWas Absorb
ing his attention-yes, she could see dis-{
3tinctly, he was winding his watch, that
time-halloWed prelininaryHtoB a4night Of
masculine repose. Then .Eg4SS
Mrs. Porter suppressed a little cry, and
hurried up the street, be-
foreIssher yerSTeyes Winthrop deliberately
had raised the .watchcase to his alipssand
fondly-had Kissed fitIg
Straight to her; room ram an leagitated
widow n threw herself h he bed, "a;
snostsunhappyslittl heap d. e ssssSst&sssiI \.
re cant love herr she bbsdssSSss'II
But#when, half an oursiihHtt eTsss ahs rose
and peered ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
CLEAN Of DISCRIMINATION Sshors nft$oa
gYery8tearfulEeyes. 9ssSGs 3s1as9ss sHHss t$
ss s1f a 81 sTsnts. ;4 9ss, IL Thss sas5|S III 'W Rfs,s'5
him orSnotl"' SgsS
Just what she wrote to Miss Helen
Wesley Of st. Paul MINI, was never
WIS dimly conscious that the: missIve
was an apology,Sa request scoldlng and
a plea, all compounded in writing, fluid
7forms4While its browning feature was ~
stationery, which she Observation-Disclosures
from a $black-uordered lotrSlongS@Ssince
Ediscarde ed. .sS5Ess HaES n
Mrs. Porter SAT- alone on the Veranda,
and nervously opened a letter left by the
IfIer eyes snapped angrily as she scan
ned the opening lines. and 5t~heygconttn-s
to fashSa as ntlleS pernsnl. progressed..5
Ia least. fifty. Thank you, Miss WestlN&
I'd shall Miiiarry him myself--since you sug-
! TheslreY,eerle that followed was inter-
trupted ss5y a 5yoice---hls Yoice-tltsthe gate.
ISSWnitln;op had a suit case inEihfss hand,
he 'SSseern excited. S8&ss4gs5s
II.,vaSonly a. moment,,'9l5 he said ID breath
essly.ass'You see, Sts starting
From her,n' lie explained. READ"
Mechanically she did 50. The message
- IsSs.
'~.Andsyou're really going ~ she faltered.
MY train goes at tve..'ss$$ss5
e shall miss our little talks dread
,butt1nstead she said with as5sweet little
.smila,8""I,nl y~ery,5vpry happy your
good fortune. May ms YOU?
s.'Thank g he responded. nmcGm-
was gone.
4 Mrs. Porter smiled braYelyInnd waved
hand,. but g elunp&ln her throat grew
to Nuncomfortable Proportions. Tears that
control snow threateaedgfto become ,in-5
ruly; hastily she soughtsFher room for a
quiet little weep. ~ g&;sfsSsss4.,
nI J : al, dinner m1nainnern bell BEL, sg; ~ t,,e that duty
accepted as Observation-Disclosures termina-
part 81 wisdom, md ITesoluttely she pre-
pared are tos below .Ssa,sS I; +,
for delivery, she opeileds the dinin-room
door-then stopped iabfnptly on the TIRES
hold. There In his accustomed place was
Winthrop, calmly enjoying his dinner.
S"Bnt-but thought YOU had gone,''I
she whispered as she took her chair boz
side him., $4
Il missed my train,," he e~xplained.in AM
"Ill Etell&yotl later"
Promptly after ssdiiiletEtHe group on the
vcranda watchedstTp OF its members dis
around the%corneI,
.Of course! " snapp ed Miss Brown.
Winthrop and Mrs. Porter walked some
distance before either spoke.
''small woman he began, finally,
don't you know WllY. | didn't go?"
She shook her tend.
.Dou' you klioR IA couldn't!, he con-
THAT / ggsimply couldn't!. Don,tI
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