The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-12-21

presumption in speaking to you as
have done. opened your door by
At the end Of the new year shall
send for you to come to me, and if you
want the revolver then you can have
It,"
II shall never forget your coming"
he said, bending low over her hand,
'and l shall not fail to keep any ap-
pointment you may do me the honor to
make" An instant later the door
closed and she was gone.
by JOve. Think OF little slender
thing like that supporting herself"
CALCULATED Marcus as he paced the
narrow confines of his room. Then
look at great huikihg brute like me!
/ make myself tired. Guess I'll look
up waiter job this very night. No
time like New Years eve In Gothamr
Filled with new courage for the fu-
ture, even though his cherished castle
OF another life work had crumbled
about his ears, Marcus dug out his
suit case and left it with convenient
uncle in the district, who at the same
time permitted him to don rusty suit
OF evening clothes. At the first restau-
rant into which he lodged he met
distracted head waiter. who gladly set
him to work, and there was not hap
pier fellow in New York city that
night than the hungry young man who
courageously started on his new ca
reer by carrying delicious viands to
and fro for his less hungry patrons.
Two days afterward Marcus got
Job with furniture house. He sold
chairs and tables and other furniture.
He succeeded so well In the work that
he was promoted to more responsible
positions, and finally he was sent ont
on the road as travelling salesman.
When the year drew to a close he
was drawing good salary and saving
money, for what purpose he did not
admit to- himself He had had one
great and bitter disappointment dur
ing the year--he had never been able
to find any, trace Of the girl who had
80 mysteriously appeared at his door
that New Years eve and who had
fairly stung him into n renewed inter-
est In life and had challenged the dor
mant talent for money making that
had been stihed by his dalliance with
an art for which he had no real
genius.
Mrs. Jones had disavowed any
knowledge Of such young lady as he
described. "It couldn't be Mamie
Brooks from the room over yours
said the landlady indifferentIy, "for
Miss Brooks has got hair as red as
can be, and she amt small and grace
ful. She's stout and tall f'
With that Marcus had to be content
But it Is needless to say. he counted
the months as they flew by, hoping
for some word from the girl who had
actually saved his life from his own
destructive hand She said she would
send for him at the end Of the year,
and he was eager to meet her-to tell
her he had cast aside his cowardly
despair and had put his shoulder to
the wheel Of labor and was earning
, success. He had dreams, too, but
these he hardly dared foster ~
New Years eve found him once more
In. New York and again domiciIed in
his little room at Mrs jones' boarding
house, although he really had his. head
quarters in a more fashionable secti4h
OF the city. He sat on the edge Of the
little bed and tried to relive the scene
of that other night year ago and
tried to bring up the same feeling of
despair, but in vain. His heart sang
Of nothing save work well done and
hope mat something greater might be
his, for he had never ceased to think
of the girl who had called him
coward.
There came knock at his door. and
1t flew open to reveal a messenger boy.
Miss Danforth has asked me to fetch
you to her." said the messenger. Ell
dredge grabbed his hat and went.
"Danforth" must be the name of his
mysterious friend b.
He was scarcely prepared to be
taken to fashionable uptown street,
where trim maid admitted him to
charnoingly furnished room. A slender
form arose from deep chair and CAME
toward him. AS their eyes met in that
first eager glance there was much re-
vealed of what years waiting had
meant to both of them.
you have come for the revolver
she asked wistfully as she laid her
hand in his.
Marcus shrugged his shoulders and
laughed for pure happiness. mot on