The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-11-05
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10 true, but can never think OF you
otherwise than as very dear friend
/ did think once that there might be
something besides comradeship be
tween US. but that has passed. know
now that can never be-"
But. Margaret. this Is far differ
emit from what you gave me reason
70 expect the last time ! saw you
While was away Harold Vain has
come with his money and fine clothes.
Can It be that you love him? be
lieve you have been led from your
self by the glitter OF gold"
Don't say that, John. II Is not that.
not altogether, at least. But have
been your chum too long to think
marrying you now. So why should !
not make as good match as | can
with some one else? confess that !
do not care for Harold Vain, but he
has plenty of money and loves me. II
do not love anybody | may as well
marry him and have the fine things |
have always wished for"
And you will sacrifice my love and
yours Just for money. Madge. your
eyes are blinded to the truth by the
glitter of his gold. You do love me,
you know 1t, but you crave wealth and
position. have nothing to offer now,
but my practice is increasing all the
time and have several fine cases Of
fered me. There will be no happiness
where true love is trampled on. am
not going to ask you again, but think
It over, Madge, and do not let money
win over honest love-" He strobe sad
ly down the path from the summer
house.
Margaret sat gazing after him, her
pretty eyes full Of tears. She did love
him: her heart would not let her for
get that, but she wanted the pleasures
that money could procure. Harold
Vain. millionaire and clubman. had
fallen In love with her. She did not
care for him.
Frank Howard walked quickly down
che path to the road. He was thinking
what an empty existence life would be
to him without Margaret. From his
earlies~ csld5hood he had known her.
little Margaret Allen. They had read
of late from their favorite authors in
the evenings and had spent much time
together. Now 1t was all to end. She
had given him every reason to hope
until Vain had appeared.
There was whirl of dust, the dis
cordant honk of horn, as Harold
Vain passed him in his huge touring
car. He waved patronizingly as he
passed and was soon lost to sight He
was going to see Margaret, to take her
for spin. What chance did young
lawyer have with man worth mil
lions? Frank cut the heads from the
daisies with his cane as he thought.
Soon he reached Uniontown, the lit
tie village near which Margaret lived.
AS he walked slowly down the street
he saw book in the window of a
store and stopped to look at 1t. He
read the title, Loves of the Ancient
Gods" and stepped inside. 1t was just
the thing. He and Margaret had been
reading mythology together when he
had asked her to be his. This would
be a fitting reminder of their happy
hours. He would send it to her with a
letter Of farewell.
He fastened home to write her
a letter to accompany the book. When
he had finished 1t he read what he had
written:
Dear little girl, / am sending you
this little volume as sort of farewell
memento. 1t will recall all those days
we loved so well, but in particular the
one in which you decided that life with
money and without love Is preferable
to life with me where love, at least, Is
abundant. am not complaining at
your choice. You are making a-sacri.
nee of yourself as well as Of me.
II leave for New York tonight You
know have been offered position
with the law firm Of Herndon &
All have held them of for
Is because did not want to leave you.
But that is all over! II you decide that
love Is best, send for me. Frank"
That night Frank Howard took the
train for New York. and after reading
the letter over and over Margaret Al
len cried herself to sleep.
Two weeks had passed since Frank
had gone. During that time Margaret
had been alternately happy in her
dreams Of pleasure when she should
have married Harold. and miserable
when she thought OF the man she loved.
Il was a. Frank had said, she was
his love because she was
blinded by Wain's gold. Yet she could
not resist.
She had received tho book with the
lvtter. but had not yet brought herself
to read II. The title called back old
memories too sweet for her present
sorrow. One day she cut the leaves
and idly turned them as she sat alone
in the summer house where she and
Frank had parted not long before. She
was not reading. but suddenly her eyes
were attracted by . certain passage.
ana she read. Not until the END Of the
chapter was reached did she stop.
Then the book fell to the floor unno'
decd
For q long time she sat thinking
VAIN was 10 csme that night for his
ans'&er. L was not too late yet. She
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