The Newark journal. (Newark, Ark.) 1901-1959, 1906-01-05
one day in the spring I ".

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moned to see visitor on business.
found a tall, lank young man stalking
up and down the room. the most notice
able point about him being the shock of
red hair and whiskers falling over his
neck The face was that of an ignorant
and small-minded man
He came straight toward me. is
Marcia Barr here?"
No, she has been gone an hour"
He berated his luck in white heat
OF rage. which must, l thought, have
required some time to kindle. Indeed,
found he had been pacing up and
down the street half the morning hav-
ing seen her come in. She had gone out
by side door.
i caught glimpse of her on the
street, he said. 4 have come to New
York three times in the last year to
find her. Good God how rank poor she
is. Where does she liye?'
| could not tell him. as Marcia had
long ago left the bakers and changed
her quarters nearly every month.
And | reckon I'll have to wait until
go NCAAiNo hS al again. tCii uCi II
zack Biron, the overseer's son. on-on
business"
He was not long in unwilling his &si-
ness, which any woman would seon
have guessed. He had come to bring
Marcia home and marry her.
Two months passed. in which ne
sought for Marcia in vain. She had
seen him and knew of his errand Then
one evening as | was passing along
lower Broadway | saw a crowd around
the form of woman on the pavement
who was told. had been injured by a
ear while crossing the street One
glance at the figure showed me that it
was Marcia, and | hurriedly followed
the ambulance which carried her away
to the hospital
When arrived al the hospital Marcia
was lying on an iron stretcher The Mis-
sissippian. Bron, was with her, kneel-
ing on the floor in his shirtsleeyes and
chatting her hand. He had taken off
his coat to wrap about her He told
me later that he had recognized Marcia
as she was being lifted into the am
bulance after the accident
I've a good Quaker nurse and
room ready for her al a first-elass hotel
the minute she can be moved he
whispered. Look a-here!" be said,
turning down the tawdry bit of lace and
ribbon at her throat. his big. hairy
hand shaking Them bones is a most
through the skim The doctor says it's
hunger-hunger!"
He was right Starvation had almost
done its work. There was but feeble
flicker of life left in the emaciated little
body; not enough to know or speak to
US when at last she opened her dull eyes.
None of them folks need consarn
themselves any furder about her" said
Biron. She'll come home TO her own
now, thank God, and be done with
writing stuff TO make books. Mrs Biron
will live like lady
About three weeks later a splendid
phaeton stopped in front of my door.
and Mr.. and Mrs. Biron sent up their
cards Mr.. Biron was glowing with
happiness.
We return Immediately to the plan
tation' he said grandiloquently u
reckon largely on the effect of her
native air in restoring Mrs. Biron to
health
Marcia was magnificent in silk and
plumes. Her little face was pale. how
ever, and she looked nobody in the eye.
When they arose to 90 Marcia handed
me bulky package of papers. These
are my manuscripts, she said. "Wil
you burn them for me? All do not
leave a line, a word I could not do it."
took the package. and they de-
parted Mr.. Biron was vehement in his
protestations of friendship and invita-
lions TO visit the plantation But Marcia
did not say word. even of farewell
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