Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1906-04-10

much to mis- estate IN tnat way, anc IN
Rouen always with a certain coterie.
which was Joined several years ago by
the man you came to save last night.
Your devotion to Mr.. Gray has been
the most beautiful thing In your life. I
know all that the town knows Of that. ex-
cept the thousand hidden sacrifices you
have made for him. those things which
no one will ever know. (And yet, you see.
I know them after all) For your sake,
because you love him, will not even call
him unworthy.
have heard-from one who told unwill-
ingly-the story OF the night two years
ago when tie play ran so terribly high,
and how In the morning when they went
away all were poorer except one-their
host; how Mr.. Gray had nothing left In
the world and owed my father great
sum, which was to be paid In twenty-four
hours; how YOU took everything you had
saved In the years Of hard work at your
profession a-iI borrowed the rest on your
word and brought It to my father that
afternoon; how. when you had paid your
friends debt, you asked my father not to
play with Mr.. Gray again. and my father
made that his excuse to send you c.lal-
lenge. You laughed at the challenge
But this is all shame. shame for Robert
Carewe's daughter. II seems to me that !
should hide and not lit my head; that T..
being OF my fathers blood. could never
look you In the face again. 1t Is so un-
speakably painful and ugly. | thin; of
my fathers stiff pride and his look of the
eagle-and he still plays with your friend,
almost always "succesSfully!' And your
friend still comes to play! But | will not
speak of that side OF II.
Mr. Gray has made you poor, but
know II was not that which made you
come seeking, him last night, when /
found you there In the hall. 1t was for
his sake you came-and you went away
for mine. Now that / know, at last-now
that have heard what your life has been
(and, oh, / heard so much more than
have written0-now that my eyes have
been opened to see you as you are, am
proud and glad and humble that | can
believe that you felt 4 friendship for me
strong enough to have made you go FOR
my sake" You will write TO Inc just once
won't y)u?-and tell me II there was any
error in what listened to, but you must
not come to the garden. NGv that
know you I cannot meet you clandestine-
" again. Ii would hurt the Cigaity which
l feel in you now and my own poor dig
nity-such as II i5. l have been earnestly
warned Of the danger TO you. Besides.
you must let me test myself. ain all
fiuttering and frightened and excited
You will obey me, won't you? DO not
come until seEd for you.
ELIZABETH CAREWE.
Mr. Gray. occupied with his toi,et
about noon. heard his partner descend
ing to the office with heavy step, and
issued from his room TO call hearty
greeting. Tom looked back over his
shoulder and replied cheerily. though
with certain embarrassment, but
Crailey, catching sight Of his face, ut
tered sharp ejaculation and came
down to him.
"Why, what's the matter, Tom!
You're not going 10 be sick:'
I'm all right. never fear" Tom
laughed, evading the others eye. I'm
going out in the country OH some brisl-
ness, and | dare say shall Lot lie back
for couple of days. 1t will be all up
and down the county"
Cant l 20 for you? You don't look
able"-
"No. no. It's something I'll have to
attend to myself"
"Ah. suppose" said Crailey gently,
II suppose its important and You
couldn't trust me to handle it. Well
God knows you're right. I've shown
you often enough how incompetent I
am to do anything but write jingles"
You 10 some more Of them-witllout
the whisky, Crailey. They're worth
more than all the having that Gray 4
Vanrevel have ever done or ever will
do. Goodby-and be kind to your
self"
He descended to the first landing, and
then, "Oh, Crailey," he called with the
air Of having forgotten something he
had meant to say.
"Yes, Tom?'
"Thls morning ut the postotiice |
found letter addressed to me. open
ell 1t and"- He hesitGted, and I'M
easily shifted his weight from one foot
to the other with Il feeble, deprecatory
laugh.
"Yes. what Of it!'
"Well, there seemed 70 be mistake.
I think it must have been meant for
you. Somehow, she-she's picked up
good many wrong impressions, and,
Lord knows how, but she's mixed our
names up and-and I've left the letter
for you. It's OH my table"
He turned and, calling final good
by over his shoulder. went gathering
noisily down TO the street and vanish
ed from Crai!cy's sight.
Noon found Tom far out Oil the Ma
tional road. creaking along over the
yellow dust In light wagon
He stopped Mt every farmhouse ana
cabin. and where the young men work.