Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1907-12-19
It was empty and deserted. I

1t was empty and deserted. Those
myriads of newspaper offices, now de-
nuded of their occupants. seemed to
mock at him as he passed. They
seemed to be shouting welcome to all
but himself. Such feelings of despair
as had marked his departure from his
lodgings increased as he walked dow
this thoroughfare, which was adding
another to the list of the victims of its
c~Ontemptuous rejection.
He wandered into the Temple Courts.
silent and gloomy, and finally emerged
on to the e~mbankment. He heard be-
hind him "A soft, pattering footstep. but
had not looked around. If he had done
so, he would nave seen u little oma
in black. And as he stood on the en-
bankment gazing n the black river,
he little knew he was observed from
behind the fence of the temple gardens.
He stood looking into the water. his
hand lightly gripping the stone. The
grip was strengthening. he was begin
! to raise himself up by his mus
cles to a seat on the embankment wall.
He was sitting on that wall, and was
about to
stop. for Gods sake!"
He swung around from his dangerous
position on the wall.
Who are you?" he gasped.
He seemed to recognize the face. he
could not remember where he had seen,
IL. ne uau always naO "A DaO memory,
especially for girls faces. i
Annie" she answered, Annie Garth.
Don't you remember me. Mr.. Penfold.
the hOusemaid at South street? Don't
jump over, MIR. PenfOld, don for-for
my sake
'For o sake, Annie? What can 1
be to you?"
You are all the world to me. Mr..
Penfold. have dared to think OF
addressing you. but l ave seen you Of
~ten-every Week-since you left South
street. / could not bear the idea of los
ing sight Of you. and-but it's very sill
ly."
ground. more with the motion of an
athlete in form than IL thwarted sui
eide.
You, Annie? You love me? Good
heavens. then. there Is someone in the
world"
He grasped her hands in his.
Tell me. Annie. nov you came to
trace me to this dreadful place"
1T Ia Thursday. sir. and my evening
out. Where shout / ever be on this
night but somewhere where l might see
you? AS l always do IN Thursday. I
was waiting outside your lodgings for
you to come out, and, as | have always
done. 1 followed you as far as 1 could
keep you In sight"
But how came you To know where I
was? had drifted there. you know
Il had found out. The servants had
told me your address, and l had spent
each Thursday evening outside, waiting
for Il glimpse of you"
She burst into tears.
You are the only one in the world
to me. You did not know it, but ev-
cry word you spoke to me when ] wait
ed on you went through me. Oh, how
ma 1 am. But at last something seems
TO have u us together-the shad-
oW of death. Had 1t not been the shad-
ow. 1t would have been death itself, for
II you had gone over there" she point
ed to the river. Il should have followed
you"
He kissed her.
You have saved me from folly
Annie You have showed me that my
miserable being is something to some
body. Come on. let us forget about the
hideous world
And. her arm in his. he took her with
"a rapid strike back through the courts.
into the Strand. and half an hour af-
ter, Fritz. the waiter OF a little Italian
was getting two supper for
a broken Town agent" n a "skivvy,"
VINO. chatting as merrily as a pair of
young lovers. sat gazing into each 9TH
erS eyes.
The next day brought the usual look
ing dispatch to Penfold. But inside IT
"o' NV liz SaiIouS REJECTION FORM, Dut
a neat. red check for SIS. His luck had
turned. From that day his old life came
back to him. He wrote and wrote, and,
buoyed up by success. his work grew
better and better until it now confronts
ones eyes almost everywhere h peri
odical reader looks. And in Il little
room in a coZy at near Holborn sits a
little woman, n necessarily types
away as he dictates TO her. Penfold's
wife Annie makes an excellent aman-
uenSis.