The Prescott daily news., 1913-12-09
REMINGTON'S ATONEMENT
BY .. L. GLOVER.

Il don't know why | am telling yon
all this he Observed was always
one to contend against condolences
And l am at loss to understand
why you haven't told me before con
sidering what GOOD friends we've al
ways been
l regarded him almost hopelessly.
I had never seen a fellow change so.
Up to the time of his marriage, five
or six years before he was the jol-
lest, most opeu-hearted ingenious
boy had ever known. The wedding
took place in ireland to an Irish girl
She was reputed to be beautiful. and
as good as she was beautiful They
lived together just three months
After the separation Remington was
never the same
No one ever knew the real cause
Of the rupture. Neither vouchsafed
any explanation, and the public was
too wise, for once, to invent one.
When he came back home every
thing he said to me was:
Don't ask me any questions, Tom
I loved her-and I'm broken-hearted
man"
Today, for the first time, he had
given me his confidence.
Il think l can sympathize with you
better than any one else" l told him
Il appreciate your temperament thor
oughly, and them am married my.
self. | know what it means to love a
woman as you did that one"
And it is your opinion that l was
entirely blameless in the matter?"
Absolutely"
"Mghtn't there have been extenu-
ating--"
Il don't admit anything of the
sort"
1T was the one transgression."
81 don't take much notice of argu,
ments of that kind. In all probabil.
ity the action was merely text to
her whole character"
Remington whtened at this, but
said nothing Then, after a pause
she was young-very young. I
didn't give her a chance-not even
half chance. | don't believe she
was guilty after ALL"
yet you divorced herr"
MY entire course was marked out
by impulse-fierce, passionate. Had
loved her less, things might have
been different"
Have you a picture of your-of
herr" | asked presently.
Not one; burned them all-then"
AS he spoke. he pulled out his
watch, and started to his feet with a
little gesture OF surprise.
You mustn't think of leaving with.
out seeing my Wife" | objected, lay.
ing a protesting hand on his arm Il
want you 70 meet her; | want you to
see what admirable taste l have in
selecting a companion. We've been
married just one year"
Remington smiled and passed a re.
Elective hand across his forehead
ITS easy enough to see how the
wind is blowing in your household"
he laughed.
We smoked away in silence for sew
eral minutes, and presently the door
opened and my wife softly entered
the room.
She wore a dinner gown of pretty
| pale yellow stuff that fell about her
in graceful scallops and made faint
musical swish as she moved In the
semidarkness her bare shoulders
cleaned like snow, and the pendant
Of her necklace rose and fell almost
imperceptlbly on her white bosom
with each gently taken breath
As she came further into the light
toward us Remington stood up and
acknowledged my introduction with a
low bow When he lifted hts face IL
was the color of ashes, and the man
seemed to have aged ten years. in
the ghostly glare of the fire
My wife had left the room to give
some order about the dinner. and
Remington turned to me with an alb.
rupt excuse for leaving
"YoJ VIII make my apologies to
your wife, old man? I am positively
ill--too i'll to keep up much longer
Fact is. I've been feeling knocked out
all day, and wouldn't give in When
feel better, I shall be glad to drop
in on YOU both some time again"
But we did not see him again. Two
days later he wrote me, stating that
his regiment had been ordered away.
Several months after leaving London,
Remington wrote the following let.
ter:
Dear Old Tom-I've been intend
ing to drop you a line ever since my
departure, but first one thing and
then another coming up. I've kept