The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1908-02-04

/ whose part 1t has often been to wiring
| victory from defeat. He was, ii fact,
as the world agreed, successful
man.
But for weeks past, now, he had
felt restless and dissatisfied, and
found it hard to concentrate his mind
upon his work, which failed to inter-
est him Having reached the longed-
for heights, somehow to-day he found
them cold and barren.
After all, he reflected, fof what
good 10 success, when there is no one
but oneself? Is it worth while?" He
thought of his connections and ac-
quaintances almost without number.
Yet none Of them really cares a rap
| for me, and that is not the worst Of
! it," he thought, with unconscious pa
thos, there is no one for me to care
| for | want something, and don't
know what it is" and he sighed deep
ly. II suppose am tired out and
need to get away from this hot place,
but I can't think of anywhere l care
to co.
1t was then that strange thing
happened AS Cowden gazed unhap-
PLY and with unseeing eyes through
| the sunny window, suddenly vision
came to him through the mist of the
past. In q flash there quickened
| from the depths of memory scene
long forgotten. SARAH" he heard
himself saying Sarah Townley.'
! For Cowden, the door of his mind
had opened to let in a shaft of light.
On the instant his heart was the
heart of a boy. Life was worth liv-
ing, after all. He knew what he
wanted!
When, a day or so later, he found
himself on train and actually on
| the way south, he was not conscious
that there was anything remarkable
| in his action. 1t was his nature to go
straight after what he desired. taking
| the shortest cut, and now he knew he
wished to WOO and win Sarah Town
ley as soon as possible. Perhaps she
was already married, though the
cranky old father might deter a good
many men. 1t did not make any diff
| ference to him about the old man.
He would be glad to make his last
| days comfortable. This would please
Sarah. and his heart warmed at the
thought.
Then there was the chance, though
he found her still living in the old
place and still unmarried, that she
would have none of him. This really
| troubled him more than anything
Heaven knew there was nothing about
him to attract lovely young woman.
Yes, he fully realized that the
chances were against him. Only
were she to remember him after all
these years would he feel encouraged.
Arriving at the little town he or
dered horse and started out at once
over the old country road His was
very sober face as he rode thought
fully along. If she only remembered
him.
The sun was still shining, but the
cool of evening had fallen on the
land when Cowden reached the lane
and, dismounting, tied his horse to a
tree. He went slowly up the hill, but
his heart beat just as fast as it had
long ago when he had to run. All
his thoughts seemed to frame them
selves in the one phrase-''If she re-
members He had planned to knock
at the door and to ask for the Major
on some pretext of business. He had
not thought it possible to find the
girl where he had left her, but as he
emerged from the lane he saw her at
once.
She was sitting on the steps, gaz-
ing thoughtfully over the fields, 1t
was she. the woman he wanted. there
in the flesh, just as sweet and dear as
ever! If she only remembered
Well" she said,softly; "well, will
you have milk-or water?"
Cowden dropped to the step and
his heart sang song of thanksgiv-
ing.
'Both.' he said. with an answer
ing smile both-and / am not in a
bit of a hurry. From the New York
Evening Journal