Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1908-11-18
quently, and at length they drifted

quite apart. 5. y-..-a,..,..,, g.
But the girl never forgot. She fol-
lowed his career from afar and was
proud of all his successes. Yet, much
as she admired and reverenced the
man. in her heart 1t was the boy
whose image she treasured She still
imagined him with her, sharing her
keen delight in every bit Of beauty
that she Glanced upon, holding her
hand tight whenever the turbulent wa
tiers came near sweeping her on with
them:
III the man ever remembered"-
And here the fine spun fancy came
to full stop OWN: probably to some
sudden interruption.
For few minutes Wolcott sat alb
s0rbed IN deep thought. So she did
love him after all! And what he had
overheard her tell her aunt coming
suddenly along by her open window
one day had been all a part Of her
daily heroism. Her lips had said: mo,
auntie: do not love him. He Is only
just friend. He can never mean
anything more to me-" But her heart
had said ...gr .s.. .. !
He reread the last part Of the con-
fession and then. taking out his pen.
GIL wrote hurriedly.
IF the man ever remembered" he
began. continuing the thread Of the
story. 1T was no wonder what had be-
come Of his jolly little playmate and to
try to recall what 1t was that had sep
arated them. He was glad that he had
done big things, and, although while he
was doing them he did rot stop to an.
alyze his motive or his inspiration. he
knew afterward that he had done them
for her in the hope that she might
hear of them and be proud. And after
they were done and he had earned 9
breathing space he knew that he
should never do anything more worth
while until he should find her again
and have her near him always to love
and to worship.
HE yearned for warm clasp of hel
little hand and the sound of her laugh
ter. What fool he had been to lei
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they were his for the taking! Would II
be possible to regain them now? Would
she forgive him and love him and en-
shrine him again as master of hel
heart?"
Suddenly Wolcott heard an embar
rassed little laugh behind him.
"Oh, IL didn't realize you were
here" Marion was saying in almost
stammering confusion. II came out tt
get book left here this morning"
Eyes. l found it," Bruce acknowl
edged awkwardly. the written sheet:
scattered in telltale fashion about him
"You didn't dare began Marion
blushing and turning white and blush
ing again in Il way that kept Wolcot
staring at her In fascinated admira
ton.
Eyes. did. but I'll play fair he an
swered. smiling ut her with all his OLE
engaging frankness. You may reat
the end Of the story-Marion. l tool
the liberty Of finishing It,
He watched her closely while sh,
read it and noticed. with Il grea
bounding Of joy In his heart. how hel
hand trembled as she came to the las
words.
but it isn't finished, is it," sh'
asked gently after little pause.
"You are the only one who knows
dear" he answered tenderly Am
by any chance the little boy in you
heart--the boy you've always loved
Marion?"
He was holding her hand now. an(
he felt the sudden Tightening Of he1
clasp.
THE boy I've always loved" she an
swered softly, 'and--the master Of m!
heart"