The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-01-02
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sas stood back against the table
IA VpasoAed him. He was very good
, lsok az. with his tall. 1.-the figure
M augk, handsome face. 1t was
ans nonshs since she fifst met him
ihe rsmsmbGed their meeting %
rsn. II was Just after he landed II
sne3and On what. he had told her
sas q holiday visit. It was at a little
sspper-p@ty after the theatre. The
sv4tation reached her halfway
hroaGh the swsninx performance
Then she was in her dressing-room
ne hsA no evening dress with her,
ma was forced to borrow one from
! frienA. She remembered it SO well:
b. was white satin and chiffon. with
h palsst pink trimmings, and she
VA worn an osprey IN her hair
vAioh belonged 20 her theatre COS
umse and how frightened she had
ssen lsgt the dresser should recog-
~ 4 and report Che matter to the
psrdroSs mistress.
And now she was his aflianced wife;
inland he was going away again.
The silence was becoming oppres-
I've. she could hear her mother
nevinG abont' In the next room pre-
sari1g tea This mans going would
mean much TO hsr, 50 much that she
-. ~ee~tA IN <1say,k Of It.
she thought Of the monotonous
.rind of her life. The little fiat
midst the stucco of Pimlico. her two
roung sisters at school, her mother
mo hsrself, all to be kept going on
he paltry ave pounds a week she
armed at the Colonial Theatre. She
ocked about her at the triff1ing
yoods collected In that small sitting
-oon with 50 much care and thrift.
She loved them all, but the life was a
song struggle, and Guy had come into
Il suddenly with his light, cheerful.
careless disposition, ike a ray of SUM-
shine IN the midst Of the sordid grey
Of q winters day In London. And
now-now he was going. She sigh
ID.
TIA sigh reused her companion to
his explanation.
Molly, I must 30. It is the oppor-
tunisy Of . Hfe4ime." he exclaimed.
his syessassnng with interest and@ex-
sftsmeui Ia had forgotten all his
thought FOR hsr. at came over here
TO find out about it, and this morning
1 go& the news was waiting for.
There WIN be war! War between the
Doors and ourselves. must be on
HE spe< when that happens"
yes. yesr
The GIRL had caught his excitement.
All thought Of herself was banished
Tor the moment
II must % there for the opening of
hostflitles with every cent Of capital
I. can raise" he went on enthusiast
tically. ats q chance to make mon
~ I dent intend to miss. Thank
goodness n has come at last
"oh, Guyi I thought thought
yen meant that you would join our
troops. You surely don't mean
what you say? Money? Oh. do you
cnly regard this war from q point Of
view of proft to yourself? Think Of
It. The bloodshed. Our country
gives her sons, her life-blood; and
yo,i--you talk Of making profit
out Of it. GuyI''
Mary was standing now. All her
soul revolted at the callous manner
in which he had spoken. She thought
his pleasure had been in the thought
Of serving mis- country.
Don't be silly. Molly" he exclaim-
ed impatientiy- Eyes, yes, of course
shall fight. Fight like the rest Of our
people. But / don't intend to miss
opportunities. Everybody with brains
and luck makes money in war times
1t Is only the fool'who fights without
prospect of reward"
Then, his manner changing. he came
across to her.. Don't you see, little
girl, don't you see?" he went on.
How can we get married on practi-
caIly nothing 1t is you L am think
ing Of. You-you, with your pretty
bright eyes and heart burdened by re-
sponsibilities that should fall upon
stronger shoulders. 1 want you, and
must make a home fit to receive you.
7 am only thinking of you now.
wealth without you would mean moth
ing to me- You will wait for me
here. viii you not? I promise you
IT shall not be for long-not day
longer than can help. At the close
of this war I shall return to you,
and. If fortune serves, we shall not
delay an instant. Molly, tell me
again you love me. Tell me again
you will wait for me. 1t is you I
want 1t is you who are my star. my
lucky, guiding star
His voice was gentle, every word he
oxtered was a caress. yet there was
more OF passion than honest love in
his whole expression. The girl cluns,
= him in a rapture of affection. He
was the centre of every hope she pos
sessed. All bitterness at the thought
OF his going had passed; 1t was for
her he was going. His every thought
was for her. she told herself; and she