The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-10-30

a l1tle OF notes lllgt m l4lfsll 41lY on me
tdealz; two trunks. one already strapped
ana the other standing open. indicated
.Ea journey; several froeks occupied the
Ebed. piles OF lingerie Oiled the ehaIrs,
various other feminine belongings were
scattered about and a maid was hastily
Transferring them to the open trunk
/ and the new hand bag which stood on
/ a table. Now and again she addressed
4 some question to the girl who stir sat
at the desk and who answered In mono
syIlab1es and with preoccupIed air
--Oh, put In or leave out Whatever
you like. Mario 1t doesn't make bit
Of diHerenceg' she exclaimed at last
impatlently.
Marie, wondering within. obeyed, but
1 presently she came forward with some
thing which she begged mhdemoIselle
to try on.
Truly. 1t must be seen II It is what
you call all right, she protested, and
the girl rose and walked to the mirror
She was wearing long. loose gown
| of yellow silk, aud her nut brown hair
wns caught up loosely on her head
Marie stepped in front of her for
| moment, did a little adjusting and pat
| ding this way and that, and then step
| ped back with voluDIe expressions Of
] admiration.
/ The girl looked into the glass as II
IN a dream. and then her heart throb-
bed painfully. She had put on the full
realization OF what she was about to
do and lived In a vague hope that some
thing would happen to stop it but now
as she looked In the mirror and saw
herself at last envelOped In the white
mist of a wedding veil the bitter truth
came home. The bridal symbol. so
sweet and lovely In itself. became sud-
denly hateful to her, for In all its
fraIIty it brought to her the stern reali'
zation that the next day at noon III st.
Johns church she. Lucy rutherford.
was to he married to man she did
not love.
How Inherent, oh, now different it
might have been.
She tore on the veil and threw her
self on the bed I'm a passion of tears.
She never would do it, she told her
self over ana over; she never could do
q! What did she care if Marie did
Bee2 The whole world might seei 1t
could see tomorrow. aud they all could
have their presents back-she didn't
are 1t didn't make any difference
whnt her stepmother said or did or
I.hTeitenet--she could marry him her
self. But. as FOR Lucy. she simply hat
sd Hugh Gor.n= all ut once. and she
lcver wanted 10 see him again.
She sat up presently and bhtlIed her
sycs In the water the discreet Marie
brought to her and felt better. Then
IS the maid turned again to her pack
ing Lucy thought iniscra bly, of GER
i tain night six months ago when she
nad quarreled so bitterly with Ralph
Anderson and he bad left her pres
ence without one backward look and
l very vicious slam of the door. Oh,
uow FOOLISH and trivial Il lovers quar-
rel seems when six months have gone
by. Lucy knew that II She and Ralph
5nce looked into each others eyes
lg:Iln 1t must and would he all right
lnce more. But how WAS this TO hap
gen? In the heat and suddenness OF
ais wrath Ralph had rushed away to
lie vague and indcfnHble wilds of
Texas. and Lucy never knew whether
he received >tlI:t little note she sent
aim the morning after their quarrel.
She had said only: Dear Raiph-lf
ron are sorry, ana too. Lucy
Anyhow lie never replied, and may
he ny this time he was already In
love with some horse riding girl In
Texas, while she was supposed to be
or marrying another man.
''Oh, well.' she had said to herself,
"a girl has To do somethiuS"
She rose and went over to the desk
again. where from a secret hiding
place she drew Il Photographs snap
slot of AN athletic young man Ia ten
nls fannels. With racket in his hand
and a bright smile GU his face. Her
eyes dlled with tears as she kissed 1t
aud murmured. MY sweetheart,
shall always love you"
While her lips still pressed the pic
ture sharp ring startled her.
"You answer It, Marie. It's probably
the caterer or somebody asking about
tomorrow. Tell them Mrs. Rutherford
IS out and to call up In the morning"
The surprised maid, knowing well
that Mrs. Rutherford was In, stepped
but Into the hall to answer the tele-
phone. In a moment she returned.
ait was for you. mademOiselle-a
gentleman who InSIstel-so have
turn ze switch"
Lucy sat down again at the desk and
took uI the receiver.
Yes. this Is MIsR R1therford.'
The voice at the other end Of the
Hlre was strangely familiar. It made
her eyes shine. she almost dropped
1is receiver. ii
"Why, Rnlph!" she exclaimed. Il
Again the voice spoke rapidly.
"Yes." she replied, sit is a little late
for call.
whats that? wanted to answer
any note? Well, you've had lots of
.ime to do It In.
''Oh, Just received 1t tOday2 I wrote II