The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-07-13

mark. Six years had wrought changes
as great as those that had been effect
ed within bis heart.
Six years before the world had
seemed bright and pleasant Lucy
Desmond had loved him, and his pros
poets had begun to materialize Then
had come the crash Howard Des.
mond had sacrificed his daughter to
save his fortune. Half a million was
needed 10 support his totteriug ven
lures. Metcaif would lend the money.
but not until Lucy had become Mrs.
Metcalf had the loan been made. Ten
days later the vein had been struck
in the mine which Morton owned, and
he was millionaire almost overnight.
For weeks he had rallied against the
fate that brought him fortune too late
TO give him the only thing worth while.
the companionship of the woman he
loved.
He had tried to meet her IN their
social encounters with the Indifference
that convention demanded, but there
had come night when the tntoxication
of the music the heavy scent OF flowers
had been upon them. 1t had been IN
the conservatory at the Cliyers' dance,
her in his arms. begging her to elope
with him.
But even us he pleaded there had
come the sense of right. He had gen.
tly released her and had fed the place
The dawn had found him still in his
evening clothes pacing the floor of his
apartment, and as the fresh morning
air famed his flushed face he made
his resolution.
Before the end of the week he had
disposed of all his American interests
and had gone abroad. He left no kin
behind, and none knew where he had
gone. For six years he had roametl
three continents but always off the
path of the tourist. Then had come the
fierce longing for home. and lie had
come back.
Now that he was bere lie was not
certain that he did not regret his de.
cision. All had changed. Everything
reminded him that he had lost his place
in the life of the city. The stopping of
the carriage reused him, and he paid
his driver aud followed the bellboy
into the hotel.
He found the stiffness OF his room in /
tolerable. and after vainly trying to in /
terest himself In the papers he threw
them aside and went for walk. Per-
haps in the busy throug he could shake
or his memories.
Unconsciously he turned his steps III
the direction OF the park and was we'll |
iat3 the shady rcccsses before he real I
lied where he was. Then lie reused |
himself with q start 1t had been |
Lucy's tavorite walk. 1t led to little |
summer house just around the curve in
the path. the little summer house where |
they had spent such happy afternoons
before Cupid had fed In utter rout be-
fore the onSiarghts of Mammon.
1t seemed perfectly natural that when /
he had turned the curve he shouId see
her sitting there in the same place
where she had sat that afternoon when
she told him of Metcalf's uItimatum.
He smiled at himself for his belief.
but the vision seemed so real that he
kept on and presently sank into the
seat beside her.
The girl raised her head and smiled
Lucy" he said wonderingly as he
took the firm soft hand she offered.
rs 1t really you. dear? OF course I
know 1t Isn't, but you seem SO real
You have come to me hundreds of
times before, both waking and dream
ing, but never so plainly, dear"
But suppose that am not vision,