News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1910-10-26

hardships went for nothing,
| N said Mildred Wayland wher
Boyd had recounted the his
tory Of his pilgrimage into the north
"Yes," he replied; las a miner / an
very wretched failure"
She shrugged her shoulders in dis
approval.
Don't use that termv' she cried
'There is no word so hateful to me
as 'failure'-I suppose because father
has never failed In anything. Let us
say that your success has been de-
layed."
Every well. That suits me better
also, but you see I've forgotten how
to choose nice words"
where for two hours they had remain
ed undisturbed, Emerson talking rap
idly, almost incoherently.
"And you did all that for me-" she
unused. 81 wonder If any other man
know would take those risks just for
me-"
+ "Of course. Why, the risk, I mean
the physical peril and hardship and
discomfort don't amount to-that." He
snapped his fingers. at was only the
unending desolation that hurt; it was
the separation from you that punished
me-the thought that some luckier fel-
low might
"Nonsensew Mildred was really in
dignant. 81 told you to fix your own
time, and promised to wait. Even If
had not-cared for you l would have
kept my word. That is Wayland
principle. AS it is, it was-compara-
lively easy"
"Then you do love me, my ladyw
He leaned eagerly toward her.
do you need to ask?" she whisper
ed from the shelter of his arms. 1T
is the same old fascination of our girl
and boy days. Do you remember how
completely lost my head about you"
She laughed softly. 81 used to think
you wore a football suit better than
anybody in the world Sometimes I
suspect that it is merely that same
girlish hero worship and can't last.
But it has lasted-so far. Three years
is long time for girl like me to
wait, isn't it?"
81 know. 1 known he returned jeal-
ously.
But legions Of men are counting you.
Oh, l know. Haven't / devoured So
ciety columns by the yard? The pa
pers were six months old. to be sure,
when l got them, but every mention
of you was just like knife stab to
me. l used to torture my lonely soul
with pictures of you. You were never
out of mind for an hour My days
were given to you. and / used to pray
that my dreams might hold nothing
but you. You have been my fetish
from the first day 1 met you, and my
worship has grown binder every hour,
Mildred. Oh. my lady. how beautiful
you are!'
And indeed she was, for her face, or
so imperious, was now softly
alight; her eyes. which other men
found cold, were kindled with rare
warmth of understanding; her smile
was almost wistfully sweet
He recalled how excited he had been
in that faraway time when he had
first learned her identity, for the name
Of Wayland was spoken soundingly In
the middle west. In the early stages
Of their acquaintance he had looked
upon her aloofness as an affectation,
but a close intimacy had compelled a J
recognition of it as something wholly
He found her as truly pa |
trician as Wayne Wayland, her father, !
could wish. The old mans domain was
greater than that of many princes, and
his power more absolute. His only
daughter he spoiled as thoroughly as
he ruled his part of the financial world.
and willful Mildred, once she had taken
IN interest in the young college man so
evidently ready to be numbered among
her lovers. did not pause half way.
but made her preference patent to all
md opened to him a realm of dazzling
And when he had graduated how
proud of her he had beenl How little
ne had realized the gulf that separated
hem, and how quick had been his
weakening.
1t was Wayne Wayland who had
shown him his folly. He had talked
o the young engineer kindly, if firmly,
icing too shrewd an old diplomat to
an the fame of a headstrong love
with vigorous opposition.
Mildred is a rich girl" the old
lnancier had told Boyd, "a very rich
yirl, one of the richest girls in this
art of the World, while you, my boy
What have you to offer?"
Nothing! But you were not always
what you are now" Emerson had re-