El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1914-06-17

cite used to creep to my side, and
would mourn for her little lost sister.
Death is an honorable sorrow.
Friends dare speak Of It and so they
pry into the wound.
But loss OF fortune is a disgrace In
mans eyes-and Woman's too So they
leave YOU mercifully alone.
If It were not for two things 1
should be almost happy at the pros
pect OF looking for work, friend Diary
I wonder If Manette viii reproach me
some day for for bringing her Up to
her 14th birthday with the Idea that
she was q rich mans niece and heiress
and then managing TO lose my fortune
and most Of hers For am practicing
q little deceit When I protected the
other orphans took care Of Manette,
too, and there is a snug little sum
drawing first mortgage interest at a
safe - percent which viii belong
TO little AIanette when she IS p.
But no one knows that except you and
me and a shrewd lawyer, Diary mine
Manerte is not going to start life han
dicapped by any false or fawning
friends who cultivate her because she
Is to have money some day
Besides the possibility that my little
Manette scorns ma as failure, i
have only one other trouble. Diary.
For I refuse TO consider the loss Of
five millions OF cold gold dollars
real woe.
The trouble is this. have I lost love
with fOrtune2
Two letters lie before ne. I shall
copy them here.
Dear 8Ir. Max
I was so grieved to read OF your
trouble If were coming back to New
York for any length Of time I should
want YOU 10 let me come 10 see you
and Nanette. But am going abroad
for the summer with a client, Mrs Oar
row, who perfers a nurse TO maid
on her trip, as she has with her a son
who is just cclvalescing from typhoid.
am so glad you are perfectly well
again. That viii aid you so much in
facing difficulty.
I wish you all the success in the
world I'm sure some Of your old
friends will find q good berth for you
You are still a young man and can go
far I know.
Always sincerely,
Jessie Boyce-
Isn't that a cold little Letter, Diary2
Did my pretty little nurse see me in
a golden haze Of miliOus2 Does she
despise me for a failure-an old man
who IS down and out2 She says I
am still q young man." but is that
case OF sweet and 20 patronizing
nearly 4O2
How old is this young Darrow who
IS just convalescing from typhoid. and
whose guardian angel my pretty nurse
viii be in the setting of EurOpe2
Diary, I am miserable and jealous
Am I TO find myself really in love
with a woman Just as she becomes
King TO the BegEar Maid Of Jessie
BOyce. And now is she going TO be-
come the supreme desire OF my heart,
just as I become a derelict in LIES
sea whom she viii avoid while she
goes asearch1nE for nObler cra1tZ
I think my pretty nurse means to
withdraw herself gently from my no
rizon- And that gives me desire 10
peep over and see what she is doing
on the other side Of the world. Is
that masculine stubbornness, or bat-
fled love? I confess I cannot decide
One From sally.
The other letter is from Sally
Spencer. It puzzles me almost as much
as the one from the little nurse
Dear Max:
4 wonder II you are too busy re-
adjusting your own affairs to help a
bit with miner I know we Quarreled
over your silly jealousy Of the count,
but such old friends as we don't break
friendship for one quarre-do we2 So
you VIII help me If possible. won't yOu2
Jack left things in the worst pos
sible middle and I know the estate is
being mismanaged so 1 lose money all
the time Can't you recommend some
clever, reliable man who viii act as
vestments and securities and keep me
from losing yearly thousands2 I can
pay six thousand a year-nOt q prince
" sum, but I am sure II viii pay me-
and perhaps a clever man could man
age my affairs and make a bit on the
side, too.
DO give careful thought to this.
Max, and come over tomorrow for
tea. il you can. TO advise me. Don't
fail me I need your assistance or
sharpers and cheaters will eat up my
little estate.
faithfully. Sally"
offered, Diary? This is the woman i
so offended by sighting her for my
little nurse that pride forced her TO
say "she hoped she would never see
me again" Now she has written me
a letter in which no word belittles or
shames me She is the first Of my
friends to lend a hand. And she Of
fers me the post Of private secretarv''
at princely wages. under guise Of a
dignified business managership and al
most as if il were a favor to her
Can 1 take this position, Diary? Can
I refuse it,
Tomorrow I shall 60 to Sally's for
tea. And now that her generosity and
my own kneSS-Wea kness in love
as in business-have put her quit be-
yond my reach, ask myself-''Is not
Sally Spencer the woman I could have
loved if 1 had not been a selfish ego
tist2''
Fortune is gone-I wonder If love
IS lost with it,
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