The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1906-12-27

Mary.
~ told you he was hero as soon
as be asked for cold yictuals,' an.
swared Title.
Think OF the situation. ladies'. My
love was sworn to Marie, and ye. I'm.
less l married girl with pale blue
eyes. q turned up nose and chin with
a mole on it our family was 70 be
dragged dcwn from its high position
I talked for hours and hours. bat we
could see only the one way out of II.
Late as was the hour when we got
through, went off TO tie house of the
icesnan to see If l could not melt his
cold heart. l found ii of different ma
terra! from his ice. 1t grew colder all
the time instead of melting. He ut
te,,ly refused to reeede from his posi-
ton. When / said that the blow
would kill Marie and me he offered to
make the price of our ice 80 cents
hundred for the next season, but that
was the best he would do.
Base viliain.' Kissed Mary.
"'Sordid wretch. Kissed Tillie.
ut was terrific struggle between
love and duty, but duty finally pre-
vailed After being in bed for a
mo It'll with brain fever l sent for the
iccman and agreed to his terms. He
brought his daughter right over in his
ice wagon and we were married, anu
the forged check was given to father
to tear up.
"'What a noble son. whispered
Mary.
What heroic sacrificer whisper
ed Tillie.
"A week later, when / was a little
stronger, / wrote to Marie. There
were $50 pages OF foolscap, but l can
recall every line and word. I hid moth
ing from her. but told her the solemn
truth. l told her how it wrenched my
heart, but that there was hope ahead.
In the course of year i would put
rusty nails around where my wife
must step on them and meet her death
by lOckjaw, and then l would fly to
France and make my love my own.
receives. no reply to my letter-no
from Marie Her mother wrote that
upon receiving my epistle the dear girl
had started for America on a tramp
steamer with the object Of killing her
self on my doorstep and that l should
look ont for her coming.
Title, did we ever read anything
like it in novel; asked Mary.
mo, dear, we never did, replied
Title
For three long years / looked for
the coming of sweet Marie, but she
came not | had an alarm bell at
taclied TO the front steps, so that if she
came in the night | would be awaken
ed. But the bell never rang. l hated
the woman | had married. and she
hated me. | kept house in the hall and
she iii the parlor. and we never met
when we could help it. | realized that
my life was wrecked. and father was
broken and penniless mans Driven
to desperation at last, IL
."'Don't say that you murdered your
wife. pleaded Mary.
III he did and did it gently / for
one will forgive him. answered Title
mo, | did not murder her. She
was lying Ill with the humps when
lightning struck the house and brought
her end What was left of it was
seized next day by the sheriff for debt,
my father was sent to Blackwells Is
land for six months for breaking a
show window, and in my loneliness
and desperation / took to the road
And have you never found your
Marie? Didn't she come TO American
That is why l grieve and grieve
and refuse to be comforted / learned
that she did reach these shores and
started for my home and then sud-
denly turned up missing No one can
tell me tonight where she is. She may
be waitress in a summer hotel. or
she may be wandering the highways
and byways In the moonlight and cali
ing my name. Some day / may meet
her. Some night when the moon rides
high and the whippoorwilIs sing may
clasp her to my breast again 1t is as
Providence wills. l can only wait.
1.-THE two old maids sighed and
wiped the tears from their eyes and
Insisted that I occupy the parlor bed
room that night and sit with them at
breakfast. I thought l was In for
good thing for about week. but when
l went out to the barn the hired man,
whose jealousy had been aroused,
gave me humping and kicked me
off the farm, and / have never seen
those good ladies since"
NJ. QUAD.
UncharitabIe.