The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1908-10-08

They reached the end Of Chingford
Terrace at length, and che stopped abb
ruptly and held out her hand to him."
I'VE will say goodbye here" she
said, quietly.
"And you have no word of hope for
me?" he questioned. Think how l
love you"
"You have honored me greatly" she
answered, "and | am grateful, and !
shall never cease to be grateful as
long rs I live"
Il Cont want your gratitude" he
interrupted; 1T is your love want"
IF l cared for you as you say you
care for me, / could give no other
answer" she replied. do you think
| would place myself in a position to
be snubbed and scorned by your rela-
tives and looked down upon by your
friends? / may be the child of a
gambler, but l have, | trust, some self
respect. | would rather die in a gar
ret than suffer the insults such a po-
sition would bring me-"
mo IN should insult you in my
presence" he faltered.
please let us say no more" she re-
piled. Il respect you toe much-aye,
care for you too much to drag you
down with the weight of my fathers
sin. 1t is unfortunate we met; now
let us go our separate ways and for
get each other"
you may forget" he said, bitterly,
"for these things touch women light
ly, but men are made of different stuff.
We do not love and forget in a day"
She raised her eyes to his face for
a moment, but she did not reply. Her
own face was very pale, and her lips
trembled slightly.
And is this the end?" he questioned
at length.
1T is the end" she answered.
So they parted, and neither of them
gave a backward glance.
He journeyed homeward through the
quiet streets, lost to everything bat
the sense Of his own bitter pain. The
very hopelessness of his love seem ID
to increase IT a hundredfold. For the
moment all the interest was taken out
of life. What was the use OF toiling
and striving and saving? The one
thing he desired above all other things
and without which everything else
was of no account, was denied rim.
1t was sweet to love, no doabt, and
there as a sense in which love was
It's own reward. He knew he col,d
never be again what he had been be
fore Marion crossed his path. HIS
love for her had changed him great
ened him, and broalened his vhcla
outlook upon life. But love to be
complete must be reciprocGted. othn~.
wise it is an eagle with Il b"3Ne9
wing that futters downward WHEN It
longs to soar.
He sank into his chair when he
reached his lodgings with . lon.
drawn sigh. He felt weak and the J.
like n who had reached TIE csa O.
a long journey, and found only san
where he had expected streams o
water.
There was no bitterness in his heart,
as when Edith Tremayne transferred
her affections to another man. The
two experiences were not to be CON.
pard, any more than the two women
were to be compared. Bitter as was
the pain in his heart. he reverence6
Marion all the more for her decisioe
He made an honest effort to put him
self in her place. Perhaps if she loved
him as he loved her she would have
risked everything, but since her re-
gard for him was only that of a friend.
he could not be surprised at her de.
cision.
His landlady brought him his usual
supper OF cocoa and bread and butter.
He drank the cocoa, but the bread and
butter he did not touch.
81 shall get over it in time. Issun.
pose," he said to himself, grimly, and
he turned out the light and went off
to bed.
I'm glad tomorrow is Monday" he
reflected. Work is a good antidote
for most ills, and tomorrow | shall
have plenty to do"
He slept heavily toward morning,
but was not very much refreshed.