The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-10

thought, then I'll slip down and NAH
my story, adding, "Oh, you real scoop,
you" out loud.
Hardly had she closed her eyes,
when again came clear and strong the
Special" cry Of the newsboys.
"Kittie Trent, only daughter of Pro-
fessor Trent, married secretly to Nor
ton Cramer! Tribune! Tribune!"
She jumped to her feet. Was 1t the
same dream? But no, the cry was re-
peated. Throwing open the window,
she llstened-yes, 1t was a real news
boy and a real call.
Bring me paper" she cried.
A moment more and she had the
Tribune In her hand and was eagerly
scanning the first page. There 1t was,
a whole column, signed Mac.
"Oh, my scoop, my SCOOP" she Sob
bed to herself, as she read and re-read
the story of her marriage. 1t was all
there, even about their little dinner at
the Wayside Inn, not three hours ago.
Who could have told, at last she began
to wonder, for her mind seemed too
startled to think quickly. Who could
have told
The minister probably knew Mac
and wired in to her. Yet how could
he have known about where they
dined? No, 1t must-no, 1t couldn't
1t was Morton. Her own Morton, who
never even mentioned another girls
name in her presence, to have confided
at once to this unknown their secret.
He must have 'phoned the news to her
from the office of the inn. She remem-
bered now that he went out for
smoke.
Never before had Kate known jeal-
ousy.
Before the storm had even begun
to subside, Morton came in
why, sweetheart, what is it?" he
cried.
Don't touch me, don't come near
me, Morton Cramer!" came the voice
from the cushions, trembling with an.
ger and shrill as a childs.
"Kittie, what do you mean?" he
asked, in astonishment. Never before
had she showed the least bit of tenn
per
Go away at once. don't want to
see you again. Never-do you under
stand?" Her old spirit was fast re-
turning now. Il hate you, loathe you;
go at once"
The next moment she heard foot
steps on the stairs, slow, faltering
footsteps as OF person dazed.
That night and the following day
were the most terrible she had ever
experienced in all her butterfly exist
ence. Never before had she known
pain, and now it came to her with the
binding, benumbing force of flash of
lightning, with greater effect, since
there was no preparation. Morton
had been her whole world so long that
now she felt completely alone.
Then noon came. The crowds of
students, self-absorbed, hurrying by,
only seemed to increase her loneliness
and desolation.
Il will go wild If don't see him. II
he would only come | could forgive
him anything now, for oh, can't live
without him!" she cried as the after
noon dragged slowly by. But no Nor
ton came. At last she had found a
will as strong as her own.
AS the shadows commenced to
lengthen her spirits seemed gradually
to break, her pride to melt. She felt
that she could not live through the
twilight hour. So, filed with happy
memories of former days, alone. So,
with trembling, uncertain fingers, she
wrote the recall
In a short half hour, ages to the
waiting girl, there was a well known
step, the door opened, and in a flash
she was in her husbands arms.
What was it, dear?" as last he
asked.
''Why didn't you tell me about the
other girl? wouldn't have minded
so much, at least, if you had only told
me-"
What other girl? don't under.
stand"
why Mac, the girl who writes for
the Tribune. You told her about our
marriage"
Astonishment, surprise, incredulity,
passed over Morton's face in rapid
succession. Then the light of puzzle
solved.
Didn't you know before, dear?
Couldn't you guess by my name, Nor.
ton A. Cramer? l am Mac!"-New
York Evening Journal.
PLAGUE OF LoCUsTs.