The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1910-10-27

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had explained, out under the stars OF
the great suburban estate.
You see, Dick, he's very old, and
mother left him to me when she died.
Always think first Of your father
she said, and so, Dick dear, you had
better go away somewhere, for l can't
possibly marry you. Go away some
where and forget"
He had gone away, to the ends OF
the earth. 1t had seemed. AT first, he
had received unselflsh little letters
from his far-away sweetheart. but
soon these were entirely dropped. and
his only news of her was CLEANED from
the month-old newspapers from home.
: But, in spite of seeming Indifference
on her part, and persistent endeavor
on his, he had in no way followed out
the injunction of the piteous. pleading
girl: Dick. please, Dick. forget"
Not even, after long period OF
neglect on the part of the social sec.
ton. when he had perceived this glar.
ing headline, final and complete,
Brokers Daughter Betrothed-Miss
Vernon to Wed Son of British Peel"
had he denounced the loved one.
Natalie, Natalie. Without, the
wind whispered tender things to the
towering pines, and the stars still
shone, unheeding and unmindful OF
his hurt. Only the guitar, sounding
mellow and deep toned, seemed In
sympathy with the throbbing tyrant,
bound fast within his breast. my
heart, my soul, love YOU"
For long time he sat there, his
eyes closed, oblivious to his surround
ings. So completely had he been
swept onward by the ever-increasine
current Of his deep imaginings, that
when he opened his eyes again, II
seemed that strangely familiar fig
ure stood framed within the doorway
The rising moon from without en-
haloed her soft brown hair, heavy
cloak EMBODIED her; her hands reached
outward, and even in the shadows. he
saw the questioning wonder of hel
eyes.
She stepped forward, trembling an(
half afraid. "Dick, you haven't for
gotten? came with Ellen Du Val
Lewis Pemberton's fiancee. Lewis
knew from the beginning. He tolt
me to find you here"
The boys chair legs were still tilt
ed carelessly against the wall, hi
mud-caked boots twisted rakishl!
! about them, his hands thrust deep int
his pockets. Though he had beel
| lounging thus for the last hour II
l meditative abandon of despair, he di'
| not feel the cramped unnaturalness Q
his position, nor the growing ach
] across the muscles of his back, so fol
getful had he been of his physical sci
In the pain Of dependency.
| Even now, confronted by the er
4 trancing little figure, he did not NOV
muscle, so assured was he that
was but the embodiment of his dream
before him. Surely, If he quivered
4 fraction Of an inch, the silvery chin
mering of the moon-crowned hea
would vanish utterly into the fathon
less nowhere whence it had so SUI
] denly arisen. Dreams are good. H
would go on dreaming.
"Dick, you don't understand. Yo
see Authorization The voice ia
3. tered, then continued brokenl,
+. Father died and there is no one
Is care now. l thought that you migf
still want me, Dick, and so I came"
n He managed to stammer, as or
n. addressing a pleasantly shimmerin
% but utterly impractical delusion. "Tf
H. Englishman!"
t. She laughed, "Dick, foolish Dick,
- was only a rumor! Surely you nevt
ID believed"
a, He stood then, his arms stretche
ID outward in great longing for pc
to session, and she found her way
ut them.
It. Without a voice was raised, swee
&c toned, melodious
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