The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-01-09
Our Daily Sport Story

1 ples An, had she not thrown him over how different would have been his | life. And out of his reverie arose the
 vision of home with all it's comforts
 homo presided over by the girl with | the brown eyes and the brown hair and the red lips and the dimples, only with | all the charms softened and mellowed | by the glories of womanhood
 With groan he went to his safe and | took out a drawer marked IF. c. Hol- ister, Personal and Private" and sat i down to revel in the saddest of com
 munications-that with what might have been." There were her letters and a photograph and book mark and pen wiper, the work of her hands which she had given him during the halcyon days of their courtship. With a sigh he wondered for the ten thousandth time why 1t was that she had refused him and grown cold just at the time when he supposed his hearts desire was to be fulfilled. Never had
 she been so gracious, so yielding, so blushingly tender as on the night he
 had asked her the great question and
 begged her to name the happy day. Well he remembered every incident of
 that evening and how she replied by saying:
 Let me write my answer, Fred.
 will send it to you in few days"
 How sure he had been of her. that
 night. Her blushes and her tender
 manner could presage nothing else but a favorable reply. Even now from the
 perspective of the years, he could not
 make her reply harmopize with her manner. #*
 He remembered how high his heart beat a few days later when he received an envelope in her own dear writing It was St. Valentines Day and he had laughed to himself in glee at the mar vicious valentine he felt sure he had re- ceived. He had smiled at her happy conceit of giving him her answer on that day.
 Then the bitterness of it all came over him like a pall--how he found only a heart-shaped blotter, consisting of two thicknesses of plain blotter sewed together with curious stitches-and containing never a word. He remem- bered the puzzled eagerness with which he had dove again into the envelope finally tearing it to pieces in his search for the note he felt must be there.
 An, the bitterness which had come to him as he realized In a flash what the significance of 1t all was-the blotter emblematic of his love being plotted out. Then there had arisen within him mighty resentment that his devotion had been turned aside so coldly. without a word of appreciation when it was so deep, so absorbing and so true--and that, too, on the very day selected by lovers for love tokens.
 He had gone away to hide his hurt heart and 1t was many weeks before he returned. When he had met her she had been cold and distant and his hurt was SO deep that he had shrunK from reopening it.
 And so he had become a confirmed ola hacheIor-and-and- he was lamenting his sad state.
 He picked up the heart-shaped plot ter and looked at it curiously. He stlll could not understand. He noted that the stitches had become torn along one side and while he handled 1t olt or paper protruded from between the dou- bio blotter. .
 A great throb pounded in his heart, l and he tore the blotter apart. There, | in the inside of the heart lay note | also written on a heart shaped page and he caught the faint odOr of her | favorito perfume. All In tremble he | read the note--now fourteen years ! old.
 Dear Fred; l send you myself on | this lovers day. Come to mo tonight ] and I will name the day. Nellie."
 HoIlister sat for many minutes star Ing stupidly at the note. Then he arose l md walked to tho window. Yes, he | was awake and it was true. Bind fool l that he had been. He had acted in wrong impulse and had ruined his own fife and hers. or a sudden the blood | eaped back to his head and he began 70 think coherently, She was not mar -ied He had kept track of her well enough to know that--and still was iivng at the old home. He sprang to he telephone and got her fathers house. She was summoned to the phone.
 'This is MT. HolIister," he said. Fred IoIIister, and I have an important piece 1e information you should know at ,nce. May l call this evening""
 He could,
 The marriage of Frederick Gallup Iolister and Miss Nellie Barclay, which occurred two days later, startled