Bisbee daily review., 1909-09-24
AN ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT
By CHARLES GLEIG
lCopyrIght by J. B. LIpplneott Co.l

The great ocean liner had entered Southampton docks hard upon sunset too late to enable him to reach her thai night. His disappointment was keen although he chafed at his own lack oi patience.
 A thousand timeS during the long Journey from the ,south American state in which he had spent his exile Mansfield had read her letter. He not only knew the wording backward, but he had fully succeeded in shaping the rather prim phrases to the white heat of his own ideals. Her simple piety would account, he argued, for the re straint she had exercised. She re corded the death of her husband; and how could he expect so noble a woman as Coralie to regard that event as he did? The late MT Brooke ought to have died ten years earlier; indeed, he ought never to have lived No doubt. he had treated her kindly, although he could never have understood her. There was comfort--there always had been-in the knowledge that Coralie had married him against her inclina- ton.
 In the height of his misery Mans field had never doubted that her heart remained faithful to her broken vows. Worldly parents had persuaded her to marry the fellow. Mansfield had long ago accepted the inevitable, though at the time life had been robbed of all sweetness for him and the future without her had seemed entirely void.
 He had never reproached her. He had replied in simple, manly words to her hysterical letter announcing the parental decision. True, he had urged her to defy conventions and to face possible poverty with him. Coralie re. piled that such was her overmastering desire, but that her sense of duty held her bound as in chains Thus they had drifted apart-she marrying Brooke, he seeking distraction in South Amer ica. starting life anew, shaking the dust of civilization from his feet A very ordinary affair, you will perceive.
 But the death of Brooke had changed for Mansfield the gray hue of life. In these. ten years of strenuous work he had grown moderately rich. Her bright image lay enshrined in his heart. No other woman had eyer at tracted him for an hour, except one or two who recalled some memory of Coralie. Mansfield read of the death of her husband in an old newspaper but exactly 12 months elapsed before Coralie wrote to him herself.
 She wrote guardedly, but he read be tween the lines of her conventionaHty --or fancied that he did. Leaving his affairs in the hands of friend, Mans field at once started for England.
 
 Next morning the early train from Southampton brought him to the near est town by eight o'clock, and thence he drove to Eggbottle in a fly. He had shaved of his beard on the previous night. Also he had sent her a tele gram. About S:30 a. m. the fly en tered the village. Mansfeld's hear beat fast He pictured their meeting They would look long into each other! eyes, he holding her responsive hand
 "Coralie!" he would exclaim passion ately.
 At last, my Herbert; at last!" sh' would whisper as she sank upon hi breast.
 The rest was dellrious, glorious, and on the whole, vague. He did not ge definitely further than her whispered ~At lasti" and the sinking business.
 The village was wholly strange t him, but he knew that she lived in house called ''The Laurels." and thith Ter the cabman had been directed t Idrive. It may have been S:45 whei the cab stopped at the door of tn house. which was approached by wa, of a prim carriage-drive. aanked a mathematicaily exact intervals b | prim shrubs. The house itself va large. square. and altogether unworth,