The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1912-02-10
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Her Art Or Heart?
D CATHERINE co0PE

lpiia with tears in hsr voice. ARA
Sfomiss you will % tie some"
Haven't already promised 70 love.
Aonor and obsyf" b ehidsA tightly Tor
~ tears were very nsaz.
We'll. must Be o. Cone and kiss
your husband soodbyi-' be CON
handed. t5El
Julia went and stood within the cir
ole Of his arms and hs drew her Gloss
Into them.
"Now. be good to yoursslf-and
study hard" He turned and vas
sene.
The girl. left alone. threw herself
down on the couch and sobbsd out her
loneliness. Paris without Leon. Paris
with only work ahead seemed . vsry
dreadful place to Julia She dried her
tsars and set to work with will.
When Leon left his wife he turned
into all the booking oflces be passed
and purchased tickets to Rome and 81.
Petersburg and Berlin and all tbs
places he had seen In his dreams for
many years past
was terrible to buy only one tick
~ The pleasure Of travelling had been
diminished by one-half with no Julia
b buy q ticket for. During the long
3ourneying. Leon managed TO pick up
h occasional friend. but occasional
travelling companions were few. Lsoo
vas desperately lonesome.
There was NO one to rhapsodise
With: there was NO one to grumbls
With and-thers was NO one to talk
home with.
Home and the thoughts Of home be-
came an obsession. He longed for the
great chair In the living room at VIII
con Manor. his pipe and tobacco were
always there. He thought many timss
a his big clean bed with its sheets
that smclled Of lavender. Most OF all
be wanted to sit in his own dining
room and watch Julia pour him cup
|of Nanny James black coffee.
Some 6ve or sig weeks istsr, hav.
| ing come BY the quickest route from
\ Tie Interior Of Japan man alightsd
Aum the train ~ II steamed into the
station at Wilsonville. The long Sta
ton bus was discernibls 10 the dark
nsss and the man sprang eagerly To-
ward 1t.
Before the lank horses started Oh
| another passenger crept into the bus.
Wilson could SEQ that II was .
woman.
The wheels rumbled ON through the
darkness and finally drew up at the
npge entrance posts ut Wilson Manor.
| The horses would have turned in,
nj Leon Wilson sprang lightly out.
si'n walk up through the grounds. :
s apoka shortly because the sight q
~ ~ tree lined drive had made
spsecA hard.
h swung OF through the winding
H. - which the trees cast weird
shA1eWs. When the lights from the
livfag room cleaned through tho To-
liann. de refrain Of Home. Sweet
HQoAe.~ burst from his lips-nor did
10 heaf the voice that had called to
hin > second time.
Lleca! Leon! Wait for mel am
afraiA q the shadows!"
HI suitcase dropped on the road
wy = b. turned swiftly but lit
tie pAntiag figure had tumbIed into
his arms. -5 ~
sJuiia - swesthsarti" he breathed.
''How n the world" He could only
gaa1 a1Wn Into her eyes ,n
"a lfpppsA my bag down BY the
gasAs - painted, $50 could run fast
ensgA 70 catch up with you-I came
IN ~ bas.~
Her voice halted. but he still look-
Il Gown 1t her.
n oouldn't stand Paris any Longer
withOut-"
''rifhout-s" be prompted.
Loon," she asked quickly. do you
love aAyoAsf"
~Yes;. he said. II DO"
He felt for the hand with its two
rings and his own closed over It.
~0hau We 20 hons nowf'
Tie lights are bsckonins-arsn't
they. Lsonf'