The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-12-20

You were that loneliest and most Cor.
lorn Of human beings, great heiress
and a orphan. All your life you had
had everything you wanted, except
the thing you wanted most Of all-si1-
re-e ard disirte-eSted love. Your
4arCar ard mother Lad died before you
c-g-- TeEeI1eT mem, and you had
tEeL left 70 the cs-1e &C Z cold uncle
"a aunt e n thought that hey had
me tE-z5- e--:~- duty towards you BY
einG e. yer we're properly fed.
- he'd al educate. ard i-1lantirg
=. you z C.strust O. Gerry I.-1lan b.
i-g Who came about yoL.
You ne new the JOY tnat other
girls had G Ing liked fer them
selves W. tors cane you were
told they were fortune hunters. Peo-
pie, in speaking Of you, never praised
you for any charm Of your own, or any
grace, or accomplishment. They al
ways said that you were rich, and you
wondered sometimes if they knew how
their words hurt, or how it must seem
to girl to come to believe that there
was nothing about her that could win
lCsc-tIdt SuS UQS IL Will l4S
money she hated
Finally you began to realize that
your whole nature was being warped
by your environment, that your soul
was being atrophied, and so you ran
away from it all. You persuaded dear
old Mrs. Bullion to take you away as
her hired companion to little quiet
place, where no one would recognize
you. You wore plain little cotton
gowns, and snobs who would have
f1unkied before the rich Miss Maitland
snubbed and ignored you, but there
was a man who saw the womans heart
under the shabby gown, andothe wom-
ans brain under the common hat, and
he loved you, and asked you to be his
wife. I'VE shall be very poor he
said, "for 1 have my way yet to make
in the world, but, please God, we shall
fight the battle out shoulder to Shout
der"
You remember" went on her Heart,
how, with your head upon his breast,
and his arms around you, you planned
out the future-the little house, with
the rose above the door, the dear little
cCo.ioullcS, luC oil uSSlcS, duo tuS ulldi
success, and you drank deep of the cup
of joy, for you knew life had made you
rich at last, for you were loved for
yourself alone-loved as woman
would be when strong man trembles
at her touch, and his smile grows soft
and tender only for you. Then, at last,
came the time when you had to tell
him that you were none other than the
rich Miss Maitland"
And he went white as death while
he listened, and said that had he
known it he would never have asked
you to be his wife," interrupted Pride.
But it was then too late,' triumph
antly cried her Heart; "he loved you,
and nothing-not money, nor position,
nor anything, could change that. You
came home" continued her Heart,
and your worldly wise uncle and aunt
called him a furtune hunter, and said
that he was going to marry you for
your money. You did not believe them,
but, by and by, as you plunged into
the old life, with it's Sordid StrivingS,
and selfishness, and disbelief in all that
is high and true, the old distrust began
to creep up and poison life again
HE should have trusted your love-"
said Pride; 'he should have known
that you were merely playing"
His life said her Heart. sadly,
had not taught him how to play 1t
had all been hard, bitter seriousness,
and so when he saw you smiling into
this other mans eyes with the counter
felt of the look you had worn when
your head lay upon his breast, he
thought that you were faithless and
loveless, and that you-you who had
so much-had come down out Of your
high estate to rob him of the little he
had, and to make life worthless"
Then" said Pride, desperately, ''he
came and flung back your promise in
your face and told you that he was
ashamed to have loved so poor a
thing
Love does not go at any mans bid
ding sighed her Heart; you saw him
the other day. He looked i'll, and worn,
and poor. Tomorrow will be Christ
mas day"
''Think-' began Pride; but Miss
Maitland had risen up with look on
her face of great and exceeding Joy.
Think, l can think Of nothing but
my love!" she cried.
The next morning Miss Maitland
arose early, and spent much time at
her desk printing a large placard in
bold and unmistakable letters. This
done, she donned a simple little gray
gown, much affected by her the sum-
mer before, and over this she threw a
long cloak. An hour later she directed
her astonished coachman to drive her
to a certain building on one Of whose
upper floors a struggling young lawyer
was, at the moment, engaged in de-
vouring with his eye the photograph
of comely young woman. AS she
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