The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1914-08-15


went to bed. but not to sleep. The few
remaining hours of darkness he rolled
and tossed 1t was not the bruises he
had received in the fight at Noonan's
that kept him awake, annoying as they
were. 1t was always the one thought
Gloria, Gloria. Gloria.
Morning brought diversions which
slightly relieved the tension. There
were two editorials TO be written upon
the political situation. This was fol
lowed by conferences with men on
the paper, and then came the letter to
the newspaper broker announcing
that the News was for sale. He did
not dictate this to his secretary, but
wrote it out laboriously in long-hand.
The morning was more than half
over when he began to pack. 1t was
Wright's intention to leave Belmont
that night, ostensibly on vacation
for the purpose of regeneration after
the hard campaign. The owner OF the
News felt, however, that he would new
er return.
The many steps necessitated in
packing taught him how weak he was,
and after lunch he called in Patty, the
little daughter of his landiady, to help
him. They had always been the best
friends. and her sorrow when she
learned he was going away on a long
vacation was genuine. The child was
of much assistance, bringing all the
smaller things from the living room
into the bedroom where the real work
of packing was being done.
When the packing was about COM
pleted the little girl remembered that
she had brought doll with her. In
searching for it in pile of clothing
beside Wright's trunk she felt some
thing hard To satisfy her curiosity
she drew it forth, to discover, instead
of her doll, that it was framed pic
ture of a young woman. 1t was a pic
ture of Gloria which had appeared in
a weekly society paper.
Patty had helped wrap the framed
pictures in old newspapers, and as she
brought Gloria picture, she exclaimed
triumphantly, Here's another picture.
Mr.. joey"
Wright had put it aside surrepti-
tiously when packing the things he
had planned to take with him for i'm
mediate use. For the fraction OF a
minute there had been a debate in his
| mind as to whether or not he would
be weak enough to carry her picture
with him. He had finally placed it I'M
der a pile of clothing beside his
steamer trunk.
Its extremely good OF you to find
that picture" the man remarked with
the gravity he sometimes assumed in
| treating Patty as one Of equal years
| and understanding; Il doubt If
should have found it,"
Il was hunting for my dolly, and
looked under a pile of things and
found the pretty picture lady," She
| gazed at the picture OF Gloria admir-
ingly
Really, Patty, you astonish me!
Your perspicacity is exceeded only by
| your perseverance. l don't think
| should ever have found that picture.
Just leave 1t on the table there, and
| don't-if you love me-lose your dolly
| any more, please; at least not until
| all my things are securely packed"
| Patty was just on the point of ask
ing the name of the young woman who
had SO taken her fancy, when the door
| bell rang. With the announcement
| that no one was at home and she had
to answer the bell. she scampered of.
Wright picked up the picture and
| gazed at it intently. He was sacrific-
ing all for her. Was the sacrifice
worth while? The question would
| have been an idle one. He loved her,
had never loved anyone else and never
would love anyone else. No sacrifice
| was too great which would mean any
| increased happiness for her. The
| sound OF some one being brought to
his rooms by Patty caused him to put
the picture hastily face downward on
the table. The door opened to ADMIT
DR.. Hayes.
Good afternoon, Mr.. Wright" he ex-
claimed cordially as he came forward
with hand outstretched. Il hope you'll
let an opponent drop In to congratu-
late you on winning the election"
| The editors face lit up with pleas
ure as they clasped hands.
Thank you, old man. It's awfully
good of you to stop by before l start
ed on a little vacation. The News won
it's fight; but Of course we cant expect
this to be the end Of the contest, can
| wei"
The coroner shook his head dole
fully.