The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1914-09-29

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craved-freely, and ungrudgingly, and
made the way easy for her feet, for
TIE big silent man, keeping his faith
full watch over the trust conf1ded to
him, had powerful friends in the great
city, who put his wife in the way of
realizing her ambition.
From the first she was one of those
destined to success. Her glorious
beauty and her superb voice attracted
attention at once, and added to this
was strange, Elusive, intoxicating
vitality-a sense of the joy of living
that was almost madness-that swept
her audiences into her mood, and
caught and carried them along with
her In an Irresistible Juror. Up and
up she went by leaps and bounds in
her profession of The Queen of the
Cannibal Isles" She had, as the Angel
had said to the manager, her little
world at her feet.
It was at this flood tide of her sue
cess that che had turned her face
homeward. The three years that she
had asked for had expired, and not
once in all that time had she seen her
husband. Not once had he asked her
to come back to him, or repined at the
loneliness of his lot. Now she was
going to the mines once more, and as
the train bore her on and on to her
destination, she strove in vain to
pierce the veil that hid the future.
Could she go back to the lonely mo-
notony of that life? Was one mans
devotion worth the adulation of
thousand? Had she the strength to
cast the goblet of success away from
her Just when 1t was trimming to the
full with all that's most alluring In
life? She could not answer.
She had not answered the question
when she arrived at the lonely sta
ton of the lonely little mining town.
She had not written Jim that she was
coming, and she made her way alone
to the little cottage where he lived, |
and pushed the door softly open. The
rooms were vacant, and she wandered
from one to the other until she came
to the one where her husband lived. |
There was his big desk, with his pa
pers and his little piles of ore to be
tested-orderly, business-like as she
remembered them, but over in one
corner, hanging against a nail was
something pink. She went over and
touched it. 1t was little pink linen
gown that she used to wear before she |
went away, and that Jim had liked to |
see her in. In a flash of intuition 1t |
came to her all that it meant-the |
lonely man, deserted. heart hungry,
who had faithfully kept the little cast
off love. as the only thing he had left |
of the wife he had lost The pathos |
of 1t cut her like knife She dropped |
down on her knees and buried her
face in the folds of the dress, and |
when she got up her eyes were bright J
with indescribable tenderness, and she |
knew that this had answered her ques-
ton.
A minute more and she had slipped |
off the Paris gown she wore, and put |
on the old pink frock, and then she
heard Jim's step along the hall, and
she turned to greet him.
Lorraine" he cried, and staggered
against the wall as II he had seen a i
ghost. but her strong young arms were
about him. and her dear head on his
breast
"Jim-Jim." she sobbed, i've come
home at last. l know now that there /
is something better than fame and
glitter, and tinsel, and that the love
that can just be faithful is worth all |
the applause of all the audience on
earth. but" and she looked up fear
lessly in his eyes-'T am not sorry
that went. l had to try my wings,
but they have brought me safely back
to the home nest"
Il hear" said the Angel to the man
ager, that down at that little mining
town In Alabama the most glorious
contralto voice in my memory is be-
ing used to hush baby to Sleep
Il told you she was a woman" re-
piled the manager.
Copyright, 1914. by Daily story Pub Coz