New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-08-31

through the things which mine and which are
yours 1t would be much quicker with help"
eyes, suppose it would admitted Cardyce; then
turned and glanced at her. hesitated, mumbled some-
thing, squared his jaw, and stffened his back, and
walked to where she sat. And for the first time he
something that the position of the box had hitherto
concealed, little heap Of odds and ends few letters
kid glove, faded flower, and one or two other things
that evidently were not to be destroyed.
WOULDN'T it be better to put the box on tabe''
w he suggested stifly. 81 beg pardon? No. I-er-of
course don't object it is more comfortable for you;
but it seems such an asinine business squatng the
floor like couple of kids that Oh, WELL if you prefer
it, certainly and sat down beside the box sfly
china Mandarin, and ungracefuly. "You always
would have your own way, irrespective of-wcI, it
doesn't matter
"No, it doesn't!' she agreed uncompromisingly
"Theres something Of yours. Do you want it saved or
not?' and put paper in his hands with an air OF placid
aNo' said Cardyce gancing over the thing and toss.
ing it upon the pile Of torn things beside her Hello!
here's one of my old gloves on the floor; and taded
buttonhole flower, and he stopped, and flash Of
quickly alternating heat and cold zgzagged through
him from head to foot. The glove one Of those he
had worn on his wedding day. the flower the flower
that had been in his coat when they two walked 20 he
altar and took the VOW 50 soon forgotten 50 lightly ned
a shan't want those things-throw them in the pile
with the rest' he said, reaching out to do it. but his
hand moved hers moved also.
%Let them aone!' she said almost fcrccly as She
struck his hand aside "Thcy are mine. You gave
them to me- You've taken 50 much that that gou-
Never mind! You can't have those things .eyre
mine'
ooh very we'll keep them if you want to; ia, YOU
needn't get in such huff over it. don't So 10 be-
comes Of them, | assure you. Now lets see What's
this? Hum-m-m! Deed Of the Long Island pr lerty
| shall want that saved. Of course. Letter from Phil
Morrison-don't want that. What's this one, Ny
dear Miss Forlham that yours, passing j, to
her "Want 10 save II or nOt;'
She glanced at it and gave little cry. "Sayc ~ She
reDeated excitedv. "Well, | should think | dill, It's
its your very first note 70 me, the YOU hat
day when you sent me round that big bunch Of to
wear at the Stafords dance. Oh! and they ".re lch
beautiesi Huge shell pink Ia Frances that W..' 50
heavenly with my sver-bluc frOck. Don't you r-rer-
aYes.' said Cardycc, fighting hard to SPEAK Of
handcdy, as Memory, thus evoked, conlured up anew
picture Of that far of night and Of her radiant fairness
she came dancing forward 10 meet hiin " Ina. Is
no. don't altogether. Seems 20 me that the
yellow ones And the frock-dark blue, wasn't ,,'
40. it wasn't with flash Of mild i~dgr ION.
blucl Il was light-vcry iight-qute slvcry-lg If
white How could YOU forget it, Dick, when you ID
Oh, excuse me! spoke before thought. cta IN
tend to be so familiar
~It's Of no consequence, said Cardyce, turn1rg IN
the box and picking up things indlscrmnate.g Il
don't care a hang what YOU call me-"
"You used TO. | very well remember how you laughed
that dav when first called YOU Richard, and aa N
xous you were for me 70 turn II into Dick, and how
Oh, well, it doesn't matter.
mo it doesn't Times change, and people with hem,
and Jolly good thing too. But is there any ty
for reading every letter." She had taken up fresh one
and was ganCing over IT, we shall be the whole -rn-
ing at it, if YOU do"
well | can tell whether | want TO save q thing or
not until I've looked at It, |? Only man I'D
make a silly suggestion ike that
And only Woman would Oh, well, never mind.
Read the whole lot, If 1t anuses YOU: its nothing
one way or the other A. al events | neein' top
after I've sorted out my own effects. That % tie
blessings of life "a necdn stand things he A. ut
want to-"
And woman mus,-or pay for her daring with he
wreck Of her own happiness and the loss Of the IDS