The Newark journal., 1906-01-12

One day in the spring l was sum- moned to see a visitor on business. found a tall, lank young man stalking up and down the room. the most notice able point about him being the shock of red hair and whiskers falling over his neck The face was that of ansignorant and small-minded man.
 He came straight toward me. "Is Marcia Barr here?'
 No, she has been gone an hour"
 He berated his luck in a white heat of rage, which must. l thought, have required some time to kindle. Indeed, I found he had been pacing up and down the street half the morning, hay ing seen her come in. She had gone out by side door.
 l caught glimpse of her on the street. he said. T have come to New York three times in the last year to find her. Good God! how rank poor she is. Where does she live?'
 could not tell him. as Marcia had long ago left the bakers and changed her quarters nearly every month.
 And l reckon I'll have to wait until she comes hyar again. Tell her it's Zaek Biron, the overseer's son. on-on business" :"
 He was not long in unveiling his LHsi- ness. which any woman would s6gn have guessed. He had come to bring Marcia home and marry her.
 Two months passed, in which he sought for Marcia in vain She had seen him and knew of his errand. Then one evening as I was passing along lower Broadway I saw a crowd around the form of a woman on the pavement, who, was told, had been injured by car while crossing the street. One glance at the figure showed me that it was Marcia. and I hurriedly followed the ambulance which carried her away to the hospital.
 When 1 arrived at the hospital Marcia was lying on an iron stretcher. The Mis- l sissippian, Biron. was with her. kneel- l ing on the floor in his shirtsleeyes and chafng her hand. He had taken off his coat to wrap about her He told me later that he had recognized Marcia as she was being lifted into the am bulance after the accident.
 I've good Quaker nurse and room ready for her at frst-class hotel the minute she can be moved" he whispered. Look a-here!" he said, turning down the tawdry bit of lace and ribbon at her throat, his big, hairy hand shaking Them bones is most through the skin! The doctor says it's hunger-hunger."
 He was right. Starvation had almost done it's work. There was but a feeble flicker of life left in the emaciated little body; not enough to know or speak to us when at last she opened her dull eyes
 None of them folks need consarn therhselves any furder about her" said Biron. She'll come home to her own now. thank God and be done with writing stuff to make books Mrs Biron will live like lady"
 About three weeks later a splendid phaeton stopped in front of my door and Mir. and Mrs. Biron sent up their cards. MT. Biron was glowing with happiness.
 We return immediately to the plan tation,' he said. grandiloquently "I reckon largely on the effect of her native air in restoring Mrs. Biron to health"
 Marcia was magnificent in silk and plumes, Her little face was pale, how ever, and she looked nobody in the eye. When they arose to go Marcia handed me bulky package of papers These are my manuscripts" she said. Will you burn them for me? All; do not leave line. a word. could not do it."
 took the package and they de parted. MT. Biron was vehement in his protestations of friendship and invita- tions to visit the plantation. But Marcia did not say word. even of farewelI.- Philadelphia Item.