Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1906-05-03
With All My
Heart
BY EDITH N. DOANE


sn0WffakeS outside me electric ilgntS
blnked fitfully Ninth street, yelled
the conductor, jerking open the door
A young man sprang to the platform,
closely followed by girl mutfied 10
her ears i'll soft, warm furs. Burying
her face In her big, fluffy nnuff, she re-
fused his guiding arm and walked
briskly down the snow drifted steps
out into the white, whirling world In
the street below
Isn't it a lark" she said gayly. Her
eyes were dancing. She turned a
lovely face. flushed with cold and eX-
element, toward the six feet of mas
culine appreciation beside her. Isn't
| ii glorious"
Beautiful His eyes We're on her
| face.
Don't you love it,
with all my heart" hummed Cor
| don Huston fcrvently.
The first snowstorm is allurng, fas-
chatting Words are SO hopeleSsly in
Adequate
They are he agreed approyingly.
Il am speaking of the storm" Jelly.
1 vi tOuISt His NOttt " az tliuN VI
| injured mnocence-''the storm. What
| clse?"
She struggled for stern dsapproyal.
| Then their eyes met and they both
| laughed.
TO think OF Aunt Clara's headache
| at the last moment
Blessed headache.'
"And of her actually consenting 10
my coming alone"
Its dreadful" he mllrmured, but |
| find it in my heart to forgive her.
Then, being very young and exceed
ingly foolish, they laughed again.
The street lamps Jared in ghostly
succession and her furs were white
with snow as they pushed through the
| soft, smothering storm.
Cell me'-in spite of himself his
voice was unsteady really did
care about coming"
"Oh, yes" lightly; Il have always
wanted to see the Cafe Belard."
There was no other reasonf'
She looked at him in apparent sur
| prise. though her eyes danced with
mischief "Other reasonI" she echoed.
Suddenly her mood changed. With
quick little gesture she laid her hand
on his arm
Don't, Gordon" She said beseech-
ingly I'VE have only Il few hours to-
gether. Don't"nervous ly-"say things
to spoil our evening. Gordon
LAS YOU WISH His tone was courte-
Gus, but full OF coldness. SO his great
love for her was but thing that
would spoil her evening.
They had reached the corner now,
and in silence they crossed the street
to the great cafe, whose lights Jared
out invitingly through the whirlng
snow
Inside the strains of hungarian
band foated dreamily through the
crowded rooms, lights blazed, there
was the hum of many voices, and the
scent of tobacco smoke chung to the
air. In corner they found table
that commanded n view of the laugh
ing, chattering cosmopolitan crowd.
Il am so glad you thought of bring
ing me here" said Molly shyly, abash-
cu DN HIS Stutltu NlltitNt. II 10 llht
the places on the continent. There is
che in Paris, IN the Rue de Rivoli. That
l wish you could see
Il will look it up next month"
She gave a perceptible start which
was balm to his wounded feelings.
Next month" she repeated, with a
mournful attempt at unconcern. II
didn't know you were going abroad"
The firm has offered me the man
agement of a branch house 1t Is open
ing in Paris"
"Of course you will go. 1t is nat
ural You will be very happy there"
The last strains of Il dreamy waltz
died softly away, The applause leaped
from table to table, then subsidized as
the opening bars of gay little French
love song floated through the rooms.
rs that what you think?' he said
earnestly, dropping his voice and lean
ing across the table. Then for once
you are wrong. shall never be happy
anywhere without u'-determinedly
las my wife"
The catchy little French song swung
gayly on, musician began TO sing the
words to the accompaniment of the
violns; first one voice. then another
caught up the refrain with all my
heart, with all my heart" echoed
through the crowded rooms.
THAT is It," he said simply. with
all my heart that is how | love you
With all my heart"
Don't say anything more said the
girl, almost passionately Don't The
more you say now the worse It will be
for NE by and by when / have to
think. And-and-lt is all quite i'm
possible"
but why, dear?' lie had grown a
little pale in his turn and regarded her
ruefully.
why is it impossibleY His mind
rushed backward with a lightning
stroke to the rumors that had come
from Bar Harbor in the summer time.
In one quick fash he understood.
1T is Morton" lie said bitterly.
Il have promised to marry him." she
returned In low tone-so low that he
had IN hand 70 h.av