The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-05-31

workaday world? In the cities men
fght for happiness, and out here
you let it slip by you without strug-
gle"
"f Jim would only come back"
said Mary wistfully, Il wouldn't need
anything else to make me happy"
Miss Harrill, bordering on that
statement, felt herself moved to play
Fate In the life of this pretty girl,
who was losing youth and Joy be-
cause of the selfish within OF an old
man. She resolved that she would
hunt Jim and find him for Mary.
She located him at last far up the
coast He was working in yacht
yard
Miss Harrill made a quick journey
and arrived at the yard one sunshiny
day in October. On the pretense OF
looking around, she made her way to
where Jim worked on a strange craft
of aluminium and light wire and can
vas, which looked like a gigantic
dragon-fy.
What is it?" she inquired.
IAN airship," said the man. It's
a water ship, too. Swims the water
like duck, and rises like gull"
Miss Harrill, thinking Of Mary's
dream, asked an eager question.
Have you ever been up in it?"
Yes" said the man. "Once, and
was nearly killed. / wasn't used
ta
side down in the water"
did you think of any one as you
came DOWN."
The man looked up quickly.
What makes you ask that?" he de-
handed
Well" Miss Harriil said slowly
Il know a girl who dreamed that Il
man came to her over the water in
a flying ship, and as she watched, it
rose in the air, and his eyes looked
down at her"
, The man leaned forward and spoke
breathlessly: What was the girls
name?"
"The girls name" said Miss Har-
rill, softly, was Mary-Mary Dean"
She saw the softened look that came
over the grim face.
Tell me-" she said, eagerly, "are
you married, Jim Babcock?"
NO" he said, there's only one
woman in the world for me, and that's
Mary Dean"
Then go to her and tell her"
he
Then he stopped and looked at the
| stylish woman before him
Who are you?" he asked, almost
roughly. Have you any message for
me from Mary Dean?"
mo-" she said gently, "but I know
| her. Every summer I have been at
the old farmhouse for the three
months. And l have seen the girl
who makes it place of rest and com
fort for two old people. And l have
seen the sadness in her eyes, and this
year more than ever l began to see
how youth and joy are passing her
by. And the other day, for the first
time, she revealed to me that only one
man could bring brightness to her
eyes, and happiness to her heart-and
that man is-you."
She saw a light leap into the man s
eyes, but his tone was surly as he
demanded: How did you find me?"
# am rich" she said lightly. 81
gave a detective certain clues. 1t
for myself"
"And now that you have come" he
said defiantly, what do you think of
me?"
Il like YOU" she said frankly, Gin
spite Of your rough manner.
shouldn't forgive your rudeness il
didn't know that you've been hurt
and that your heart is sore" She
held out her hand to him.
isn't that true?" she asked softly
! His chest heaved. How do you
know?"
Because I, too have suffered
said Miss Harrill with quick little
catch of her breath. Long years
ago the man l loved-went away
and he never came back"
The man stammering for words
of comfort, said: Perhaps he will
yet"
HE cannot" said Miss Harrill
and he saw how white she was and
shaken. "He died-without forgiv
ing me-"
The man opposite her went white
too, at that. Let me go to her." he
cried. Let me go to Mary"
The next year Miss Harrill, rock
ing in the big chair by the sunlight
ed window watching Mary shell peas
for the days dinner, asked slyly:
do you believe in dreams, Mary?'
The young wife looked up. IF
hadn't told you mine," she said
radiantly, 81 should still be longing
for Jim and he would be longing fol
me, and our hearts would be break
ing"