Bisbee daily review., 1912-04-20
0ynthia's \Iharm
By Maria A. Crawford
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ter with Tom Thorne It is not an easy task, even for a woman of the world. to receive grseiously a man Three years before, ct her coming-out party, young as she was, she had sud denly realized that Thorne himself and his indiferently bestowed atten- tons meant more to her than anybody or anything else in her life. Stimuli taneously with her knowledge of con ditions had come his announced de- terinination to travel for several years. He had worked hard for a long time he told her in his thoroughly imper- sonal way when he had asked her to sit out dance and he had decided to play for while. There were certain conditions-he had said-which made a long trip imperative.
 T daresay." he had laughed as he told her goodbye, that l shall run across you on your honeymoon some where in Europe. l wish" he had added seriously, that something would fire your ambition, Cynthia. have watched you since you were httle girl and your mental calibre is too fine to be wasted in an ordinary life, talking and dancing with these little fellows who caper 10 the sound of society's music Goodbye and good luck to you!"
 few months later when her father died, note had reached her from Thorne, dated in Egypt, assuring her or his sympathy for her and of his sense of personal loss. When her af- fairs had been adjusted, she went abroad for two years and then. return ing home and finding the weather se- were she decided to spend the winter With party of friends in the south A few days after her arrival on ac- ceptng an invitation to dinner. he was surprised to find Thorne there.
 Cynthia he had echoed, lis it really you? What a long. long time since l went to your party to offer my homage at the court of new queen! Life has certainly been gen erous to you," he said, noting her ma ture beauty.
 "oh no" she interrupted, Life took all l had two years ago"
 You have never married then?"
 Cynthia saw a sudden light in bis dark eyes as he bent almost eagerly toward her.
 No, she answered quietly. Then dinner was announced.
 
 Before the dinner was over Thorne reflected that Cynthia had made the most of her possibilities He had nev- CT heard a woman talk so entertain ingly. She easily dominated the con- Tersation; in quiet unassuming way. she tactfully steered the talk into interesting channels-art-cur eyents-travel and matters Of general interest The men, he knew, were se- cretly thankful that for once they had not been forced to discuss or to lis ten to gossip and 10 the small talk that is too prevalent Cynthia was a type of the possible new woman, pro gressive without suffragette tenden- cies. She was wholesome, she was sane, she was sincere.
 
 Thorne became conscious of the fact that woman was questioning him.
 You have known Cynthia Wayne for long time, haven't you?" she asked curiously.
 Yes. ever since she was a little girl in short dresses"
 How interesting, It's funny how she has remained single when all the men go mad over her. suppose she sat on your knee and showed you her dolls in those old days?" question: ed the woman archly. You really look awfully young to have been cast in the elder brother role 10 a beauty" went on the facetious one not grant. ing him time to answer.
 Cynthia" called his loouacIous T bet Mir. Thorne was in love with you. That's why be went abroad for several years. He admits that he assumed an elderly attitude too soon to awaken your sentimental love"
 The woman laughed shrilly and Thorne, seeing Cynthia's face grow white, felt a savage desire 10 choke the woman of too many words.
 No Cynthias eyes rested on his for a second. T really wish that he had been in love with me"
 Something gripped at the mans heart and clamorous, primitive i'm pulse to take his own in the face of every odd made his retort quick and intense
 Tt isn't too late yet, is it, Cynthia?"
 He found himself little later walk ing in tho rose garden with the girl. A soft yellow moon hung in the south ern sky and lighted up the fragrant paths, sweet with flowers and the breath of magnolias. A nightingale. his breast throbbing with passion. VoOed his mate with many a silvery -rill somewhere in the dark cypress .rees.
 What became Of young Mcconnell, Cynthia? Your father thought you meant to marry him." Did father mention it 10 you?",
 9Yes. asked me- what thougbt of l nm as a man.