The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-10-12


linz ont her LEFT hand. Isn't e q beau
Amt Ilnda lludecme s1Ii
faire dnshe INTO
Ihp eiif1eat the store II %
eiife 4tlll Penllil ~
s. = NJ lfIGi. she had ttlone &
ma = r6t receive present. ~ 3eFre il'y
I from young men, she was 6eglllEl ny,
but the words died on her fips. AiaF7
ana David. looking FOR some sign u
approval. read IN her face grief. disap-
poFhment and refusal.
AREN'T You pleased2 went on the.
/ girl We've been engaged since
| Chrtstmnss Before 1 visited Florrie
Tucker. Dave asked me and I said.
/ .I'd see Then while was away he
kept writing 70 me-and always did
ike him best Of any OF the boys-so
Just had TO say yes Hes 20 t,iJst-
nate. Dave IS. he wouldn't take mo-
.-Of course am very much surpris-
ed, - Linda said when she could trust
herself To speak. II think you nre
both too young to talk or such things
Besides, you are going to college soon.
4 =
mite engagement"
But there's nothing indefinite about
our engagement. replied the girl alrl-
IL, twisting the ring on her finger.
1--WE are to be married in September
sWhat?'
ooh, yes. it's all settled" nodding
her head. Il wrote this morning to
Merton canoeing my application. Fun
tired of study-wllat Is the use OF IT.
1 know more now than any other girl
or boy aInost-fn Dorsettown. Just
| think. after September III never have
10 study any more
SIrs. Pennington rose in wrath from
her chair. Mary" she cried sharply.
..you don't know what you're saying4
You are giving up clrelessly what |
would give years OF my life to have
had when WAS a Sirl-what you viii
always regret giving up. l don't often
exercise my authority as your guardian,
but when you act like silly child
must / ask you-no, order you-to
break this engagement"
Mary spranG up and stamped her
foot angrIly. We'll, won't!' she
cried. And you can't make me; 1 m
nineteen years old"
Linda sunk back In the chair with
trembling lips. The mother who had
daughter. Mary, II you love me-" she
pleaded, but she knew it would be no
use. The girls heredity was showing
and she must bow to the Inevitable.
Nary never would understand what
blow this was to her guardians am
billions for her. College, then advanced
work, or, II the girl preferred, art
study in Pnris or music in Germany
these the plans she had made. And
this mad within must overturn them
all!
The girls storm of fury spent itself
In foods of tears Aunt Linda.
can't Don't ask me to- she sobbed.
David drew his sweetheart toward
him. He Ind been silent, troubled
witness of the scene. Now he spoke
quietly.
Its like this. Mrs. Pennington, we
love each other. and we don't see the
use of waiting II we wait four years
by then Wen have grown apart per-
haps, and 1t viii be harder to give in to
each other. We want to be married at
once. am making good living; my
people are pleased, and we only want
your consent
But she shook her head impatiently.
'T have nothing against you. David.
but-It is impossible
"Oh, no, Mrs. Pennington he cried.
"Think-thinb-when you were young
and In love. Don't you remember how
It was then?'
How old memories can rise again! \
vision of u boyish soldier, with plead
Ing eyes and tender smile. And that
parting-conId she ever forget the
sound OF his voice, low and thrilling?
She tnvesu shuddering sigh and open
ed tear diInmed eyes. Il was only sew
entecn and,he was twenty-and / new
err saw him again. His body, could not
be found. Abr Steadying her voice.
she went. ON. you are right, David.
1T was foolish: and wrong to Try to con-
troll Mary's life. She must work 1t out
for herself. My plans were Tar diner
ent from this, but can give them up.
as have given up Others
Dear Mrs. Pennington" said David.
.graspIng her hand
Then, when Mary ram on TO set the
supper table and David followed. with
awkward attempts to help. Linda Pen
ninSton drew forth an old iocizet and
gazed long at the portrait within.
."once thought TINT the shnftering OF
my dreams would kill me-" she muir
INJURED '.But lived TO THINK God for
other dreams nnd duties that came. $50
1T will be now, think
,"Supper is ready, Aunt Linda!' cnii-
ed Mary. and Mrs, Pennington turned
from the sunset glow.
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