Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1909-1915, 1910-01-28
BY FATE OR CHANCE.
The Meeting Of the TWO Who Had
Been SWeethearts.
BY HELEN Nj. QUINN.

Been SWeet heaFts. S.:
!. BY HELEN m. QUINN. i
Saturday afternoon and the great
publishing house was almost deserted.
III one Of the offices man and a wo-
man were at work, the former busily
writing and the latter reading YEARLY
through a slowly diminishing pile Of
manuscripts. S,S5:. 5}5:5 szsss5
q The woman sighed. The man looked
up at her.. 5s; I: D. + I. 1852 3ss5 a.,
Tired, Miss King ?''s ~ II
Ss Tired! That does not express it.
and It does seem that Isanaiaccomplish-
ing very little today, z g.yS.l =.
Can i be Of iassistance7 I am al
most through H. s5y.s. Ss:s >i s,s:.
.ss' Veil, there is one thing should like
10 have You do when you can spare
time. Il have two stories heretUn which
/ Ishould like to: have your opinion"
ssYou think they are; good r.
i ~ es.a but II should. like to know
whether your judgment agrees with
mine. This Reason and Romance l
think, shows decided genius. and this
For Anld Lang sype' seems TO me to
be rather d clever little story, but as
Eita IS written by d very dear friend of
mine perhaps / am partial. aWill you
give me your unbiased opinion"
crossed the room, and took the
manuscript from Fher band. A few
minutes later she closed her desk and
put on her hat. x. :s3 .ls s
IT am going home,'' she said as she
paused at the door. .-t If Mrs. White
should come In, would you mind asking
her to telephone me from hereY
1T will be q pleasure. Miss King"
f., When she had gone he laid down his
| pen, put way His papers III d method.
icaf way lighted a. cigar and settled
himself CONT bly, back In his chair.
The first story he took up was "Rea-
son, and Romance, Il was short, and
he read it through quickly.
"Umph! Well, yes, ! suppose there
;, is genius In 1.-THE unused, .sbut 1t Ger:
'tainIy wants cultivation"
he! picked up the other and at first
! glanced over it somewhat carelessly
then suddenly few lines brought
!, back his . wandering thoughts. he
turned the pages to look at the au-
thor's name. ~ ~
Gillian Watson he said thought
fully, 5i''''Well, this Is a coincidencev'
He read a few pages further.
is surely more than coinci-
ldence, because no one but Bessie could
have written this, no matter what the
!, signature. Why, L remember this
scene as If It were yesterday. We
were only children then, to be sure
| but there are things one never for
= gets, and she has remembered our
! very words.'' >ss1,.,;:1sf. ,l2.;5gs;34
i Once more he turned to the sheets
!, In his hand, but soon they were laid
Ion the desk, and he sat with his fore
head resting on his palm, and his deer
I gray eyes: looked YEARLY back through
i the years. ;yssl*s::aS< q $$,.s5s; . !. >:
How wildly the little story brough,
3 It all back to him-the two childish
! playmates Of long ago, the scrapes
| they fell into and out of together, the
boy and nd girl Who were schoolm 1
/ and shared each others sorrows and
+ joys and were loyal comrades then
!, the realization that this youthful com
! panionship had developed into the pas
slonate love Ct man man2and woman and
j the deep happiness OF this awakening
mad brought TO both Of them! How
/ Wen ne remembered rem his ardent Wooins
and 5her sweet . surrender ~
lhen the gray eyes grew troubled
as ne tnougnt OF the little rirt Within VII al
/ the ute and the stina a quarrel l and
part1lng drought about by Wo oman
Il pfaae an 1'7as man 3 l
IS g was nVe years ago, .put 4
~ seemed sella as = ne nag JUST awakened
9rom long cream s.a - ne mad tried &c
nara g forget ana untii To-Day aim la
naa convinced lf'a1l Mm mise tnat ne was
;put somehow al the ole
nopes crowded INTO ms neart and he
.'eallz So. tnat tney were mastering MN
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