New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-04-19

aside when she wearcd Of the game; lie hal 500. .
loved her. would always love her; but in his heart "
he must have dcspised her.
Still holding the letter. she and crossed -ho room
70 the little desk by the window. Her finger did not
tr,oble now the single word that She traced upon a
sheet Of paper showed waycrng lines
She D,It the sheet into an cnycop, sealed and AL
dressed it,, and rang for the maid 70 take It 20 hc post
box.
ALL abo,, the little yinc-covcrcd arbor ae.. .e
n dro,y,y beauty Of the late summer a'.- .n.
Sweet odors brcathcd from the riot Of mlgnon'' and
b,liotropc in the old-fashioncd garden; bum ...5
boomcd solcmny among the polcn-thck rose p. ...s.
\ clint Of color the whir Of switt-beating Wing md
hunmingbird poised for an instant at the am'. p 4
a honcvsucldc blossom, then flashed across the .anlt
space and was gone.
Mary Douglas looked after the tiny, winged azure,
then her eyes sought again the book on her Jap. a..
She saw no word Of what was printed there, Dor " The
new tvuewrttcn letter that lay between the Iae.
All day she had sat there, alone with her thoughts,
obyious Of what went on around her. II was 0r just
such a lav as this that she had sent him from ..r
Suddenly she sat bolt upright in her chan. The
latch Of the front gate had clicked. There ",ra el5
upon the gravel walk Unstcadily She rose ing
both hands TO her heart
MARY"
She could not speak: only her eyes we're eloquent,
and in them honc the love that her lips bad once lenei
He drew her down beside him the i't. rustic
bench You waited 50 long long, Mary lo said.
The lctter-your letter John, She taItor.a "lt
was only the other day that found 1t, unopened IN The
Old photograph album that used to lie on the table IN
the sitting room. thought YOU did not care that you
did not want any more. !
Hush. Dear" He drew her closer. 81 always wan,
you. And, somehow, though YOU had told M. you
would never see me again, knew the time would come
when we should be together. It's all over now. Dear
1 mi ~.
"Togethcr." she whispered softly, and turned - lace
up TO his.
Il knew should find you here, he said, after -e
"Herc-whcre | last saw YOU, with the sun shining 10
your hair L seemed to me that | could not lea,. o
.ha, day, Mary. You were young, so boau'.-'. 50
sweet. even in your anger. Do YOU remember, had
been reading aloud to you from lit,lc book of poems.
and volt
81, stretched out her hand and lifted the bo0 from
the grass where it had fallen.
The same book, John, the same page
"Au the world is gray with shadows
Clouds have dmmcd The sunset glow;
Just year. Dear. since you ef, me
Yet It seems So long ago.
$50 long John-so long"
He smiled, the slow, grave smile that She - So
well, as his deep voice went on with the poem.
But know the time is coming
When the SUMMER wind blows sweet.
! shall find you I'm the sunset.
Where the gold and crimson meet.
And then they sat in silence, while the sun ar d
lower behind the hill and the lcngthcnng IT'S
marched toward them across the grass. Presently lie
spoke.
Il must go now, Mary just for a little while. nj
thcn-wc shall never be parted again.
Tomorrow" She brcathcd
For q long moment she lay I'm his arms.
Tomorrow" she repeated aloud, his ta. re
strobe down the path and across the fields, and