The Winslow mail., 1909-01-30
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BY LYDIA Andrews.

sounded ana IHS uOHl0SJdy6TS were
hurrying to give their last messages,
TO say their last farewells. 1t seemed
to Mona Wayland that every passen-
ger aboard had friends to say good
by except herself.
The thought only served to increase
her bitterness of spirit, though she
had carefully planned to conceal her
departure that there might be no one
at the dock to see her off.
Friends at such a time could only
serve to accentuate the self-pity that
had sustained her ever since she had
read that fateful telegram.
This was to have been her wedding
journey. She and Graham Temple had
planned to take the trip. 1t was to
have been Graham's first visit abroad,
and they had laid out a tour that
should cover the whole continent.
Then Temple had been called to
New Mexico to look after some min.
ing interests, and presently the pa.
pers had reported his marriage to
Sonora MendOZ, who owned the mines
adjacent to his and who was reported
to be worth several millions.
Harry Vieland had often joked Gra
ham about his conquest of the Mexi
can woman, but Mona had not taken
it seriously. When the telegrC phic
dispatch appeared in all the papers
and Graham had not written in two
weeks, she faced what she thought
was the bitter truth.
Unable to bear the sympathy of her
friends, Mona had arranged TO slip
quietly off to Europe. Her aunt would
join her in London, and by the time
they returned the broken romance
would have been forgotten
She sat quietly in the shadow of
the tunnels on the upper deck aud idly
watched the preparations fer depart
ure through teardimmed eyes
There were few on the upper deck.
Most of the passengers were crowd.
ing the lower rails to catch last
glimpses of their friends as the hu5e
ship backed slowly out of the slip
and with the help of the noisy, CANT
ing tug headed for the opening pan
Drama.
Slowly the impressive panorama of
the harbor slipped past the wond d.rful
skyline of the city, the villa dotted
shores Of Staten Island and the more
populous Long Island shore, but Mona
gave no heed. She was lost in her
thoughts and her thoughts wera far
from pleasant.
She had loved Temple with an in
tensity that sometimes frightened her,
and her disappointment was the more
keen because she had trusted him so
implicitly. For nearly year they
had Planned for their marriage, and
when he had we'd another without
even a wcrd 70 her, both love and
pride were sOrely hurt.
She would not stay at home and
let others condo'e with her. 1t was
less than a week since the item had
appeared, yet it seemed to her that
years had passed since her father had
passed her the paper at the break
fast table.
The bugler blew the luncheon call,
the notes sounding soft and clear as
they fioated up from the main deck,
but Mona gave no heed. She wanted
only to be let alone, to sit back in her
chair and watch the fading of the
land, comparing it with the dying of
her hopes.
In review she brought all of the in
cidents of the year of their engage
ment recalling all their tender inter
course and trying to deaden her feel
ings with the thought that it was all
insincere and that Temple had forgot
ten his tender VOWS in the thought
of the material advantage to be gained