Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-02-12
into her reasoning, a doubt she could

into her reasoning, a doubt she could not dispel
 The love for McCarron which Lad been on the verge of disclosing itself to her maiden soul Was arrested F.. the persistent diStrJIst. It wa> t.+e a rosebud frozen a. i, w3;s u31..; [ 1m- fold in glorious b.o5H and trd@taNce It did not decay, @aI 1t could n3t q '- velo1. The tcE grip checked one a. t prevented tie other The girl had a.- mirrors in plenty. for she Was H4ht hearted and &e3G u look upon A,vt none made ally inpres>ioH for the steadfast hc~Tt could I9ye but oncy: tie stem hold Jut l single rose
 She knc% that McCarfon's love was hers, hers alone, and that with him. too, there never would be auy one else They nlot frequently as friends but ever ill his eyes was the dumb. uucon- scious hope she dared not encourages; in her eye. ,i1e# query he could not all sWcr
 Siie sat bF tl4e window of hei. home one afternoon in early winter watching the first snowfall of the @oas5n. Lit tie drifts were forming here aud there on the dusty pavement. The h,yss of the noighba5l93i. radiant with health and animal ssRit@4, welcomed the snow with %ild rejozcing.
 Ti4ay were dancing n a circle on the tracks of tie electric line. Her hear1 eaVe q |. fAaob =drGaToa ap- pea5od, srr=siI5-z along Haa4aWafd He seemed to ea Y irea,.sl.ng tae wind. lis EeId 1as 1T, .g.... bf., broad s1oul- doYs back
 \ smile On his fine face he stopped | moment to nateA l4e h'Es at their play Ino oaFl# darkness 9f winter, ;yI- ready bc2:.4...4s to tLl.elscn. and the shouts of ioE5a5 laHa- America pre- vented sigat 0f sound oi d heavy car until 1t WAS almost upon the merry circle.
 Then the boys fed ill panic, all but one little laa, who slipped on the smooth wet bricks and sprawled help less across the rail. The motorman banged the gong and twisted the brake frantcally. but the momentum of the car still carried it forward at cruel speed.
 With sudden sick horror and yet with a thrill of joy, too, Marcia, strain ing her eyes through the gloom, saw McCarron dart from the walk into the street, saw him brush the little figure clear of the rails and then go down himself beneath the rush of the car. She must have tainted in her chair, for the next she remembered the room was full of men and McCarron. dusty bruised and senseless, lay on the couch beside her. Old pr. Giddings in tones of professional cheerfulness was speak ing to her father Unconscious just now, of course. but he's not dangerous ly hurt. A broken leg is the worst of his injuries. 1 never saw noDler act, and I'm more than happy it isn't going to cost him his life''
 The frozen rose of love in Marcia's 8 heart had burst it's icy bonds of doubt at McCarron's brave deed and bloomed in splendor on the instant She dropped on her knees by the couch and kissed McCarron's blood stained lips.
 Quickened into life by the caress, his eyelids fluttered, opened. He fixed a glance of wonder, then comprehension, on the girl. "This has given me your pity. Maury, at last" he whispered.
 The feeble tones expressing so much of contentment and affection and the old dear name of childhood caused the ready tears to overflow. Not pity, Boyd" she answered, mot pity, dear heart, but love!'