The La Jara chronicle., 1906-05-25
AND THEY NEVER KNEW.
A Little Story of Real Life.

4 Little Story of Real Life.
Tie great financier buried his face
in his hands as great flood of bitter
moss crowded his soul. He had locked
the door of his private office and de-
MED himself to every one all morning
just as years before he had shut the
world and its people from his heart.
When but child he had been
branded as Il bad boy" and other
children were forbidden TO play with
him. He had grown up asking him
self why no one loved him. That he
was bad lie had learned as parrot
would, but the real meaning was too
vague to be understood by his childish
mind.
At school no one had understood
him. once, when he was disobedlent,
n plan had been conceived to punish
his favorite teacher. lie was so
grieyed that he ran away for fear he
might again cause pain or punishment
to the one he loved. No one came and
asked why he did so-he was expelled
That to starve, to die, was better
than to live without sympathy, had
beon his early conclusion, for truly
was he being eaten up with gnawing
hunger for sympathy and companion
ship.
once, when he was young business
man, successful, indeed, because he
gave his life-his whole energy-to
work, some one started a report that
he was dishonest in deal.
lie cried out against the injustice
of a world which would not see. He
was tried, and the judge, who, no
doubt, meant to be honest decided
against him, because circumstances
We're not in his favor.
Not one came to say, II know. l be-
lieve you are honest" No wonder,
like haunted thing which would fly
to shelter from the eyes of the world,
he lived alone in his grief Of being
misunderstood.
Years after, when 1t was found that
he was honest, that he had been falsely
accused, no one came to rejoice with
him-and he cared but little. but real
ized anew how little the world cared
to be just.
His eyes We're kind and seemed to
appeal to you to respond, but his
mouth was set and firm, and lines,
which once expressed sweetness, had
now deepened into fuTrows of care and
cOldness.
As he sat there dreaming his life
over, he wondered who was ever de-
uicd sympathy as he.
A rap came on the door, and he ad-
mltted his bookkeeper, woman. She
looked frightened, and there were
traces of tears in her eyes.
He asked her to be seated. Any one
In trouble was welcome, particularly
ths woman, whom he had more than
admired.
Il have come,' she said, ''to ask
what you are going to do with me.
There is money missing from the safe.
There is no way to prove my inno-
cence, for | believe | alone have the
combination, and l am too poor to re-
turn the money. OF course. you can
not know or understand that | would
not steal'-and the woman wept bit
terly.
Why do you say l cannot under
stand?" he asked.
Il do not know" she said. "I only
felt you would not-no one ever does,
We are born in one sphere and forced
TO live in another, where it is all mis-
trust and bitterness"
Il do know; L do understand, ne
replied.
The woman looked at him through
her tears and saw two great eyes of
kindness, yet she dared not believe.
You really do not think | took the
money!" she asked.
And If l didn't would you care,
other than for the disgrace"
Yes, oh yes! l should want you
to think me honest, because l know
how you hate dishonesty"
Then do believe in your innocence,
There are none who can so sympa-
thisc as those who have suffered, and
only hope you may never suffer us
l have.'
"But you, sir, are rich," she said.
"Nes, in money, but as for friends
/ have none.'
How she wished to tell him how she
admired and loved him! But she was
n woman, and only bookkeeper. so
she thanked him for his trust in her,
but forgot to offer him the word of
sympathy, and he, thinking no one
could love him, mistock her modesty
for Indifference.
So the word which trembled on his
lips when he saw her troubled was
left unsaid.
CITC Permanently Cured No fits or nervousness after