Holbrook argus., 1909-01-26
WIRE AND WIR S s
By Lyda Andrews.

sounded and the homestayers were lurrying to give their last messages, 10 say their last farewells. It 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 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. It was to have been Graham's first visit abroad, and they had laid out 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 Ora ham about his conquest of the MeXi can woman but Mona had not taken it seriously. When the telegrGphic 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 and idly watched the preparations for depart ure through tear-dimmed 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 huge ship backed slowly out of the slip and with the help of the noisy, pant ing tug headed for the opening pan orama.
 Slowly the impressive panorama of the harbor slipped past the wond .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 were 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 wed another without even word to her, both love and pride were sorely hurt.
 She would not stay at home and let others condole with her. It was less than 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 foated 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 through the marriage with the owner