Norwich bulletin. [volume] (Norwich, Conn.) 1895-2011, 1915-06-16

| observe, We ought 10 DE acquainted
| 'Ah!" returned the other: you are
discerning. Few recognize me as an
American. Indeed, 1 have lived In
| Paris so many years that 1 seem to
myself more of a F'renchman than an
! American
Then Paris has long been your
homer"
Yes, for the past ten years. But
you have recently Gomez
Yes, but Paris is to be my home in
| the future. l shall never return to
America
"Ahl" unused the other sadly, when
a man says that know there is some
reason.
There is" replied Willard shortly.
'FDo you play this gamer"
| viii you teach me the game ?''
asked Willard. 81 have mind to try
luck
mo, I will not teach you," answered
| the other almost savegely.
| you are disobliging," retorted Will
lard.
Willard turned to the table. He
won, won largely. He was flushed and
excited. He played again, and again
watched but Willard had forgotten
him. He was intent on his game.
Hour after hour passed. Then sud-
denly his luck turned. He lost all he
| had won.
His last cent was gone, his watch,
/
companys money. Should. he risk
| that? He must or all would be lost.
| He would surely win this time.
! At that moment a hand grasped
| his arm and there stood before him
| the man he had SO lately repulsed.
This will pay your debt" cried the
stranger throwing his purse upon the
table. Come with me-"
| There was authority in the mans
voice that Willard could not resist.
1 The r14 Id hi out
| II am ruined" groaned Willard,
why did you not let me play again?
| would have won"
| mo, you would not. Those devils
| never would have let you win again.
| Could you not see you were in their
| power? Come with me to my room"
1t was a small room they entered,
| not altogether void of comfort. There
| were lights and a fire burned on the
| hearth.
Il know not why have saved you,"
began the stranger, but 1 like your
facet could not see you ruined
II want to tell you my story" add,
ed the man at length. Il had a home,
| banished from my country. My father
disowned me. No one trusted me
no one but one-I had a sister. She
chung to me. She trusts me still.
But for her I should have killed my
self. That was ten years ago. I
came here. Should I return / should
be thrown into prison. My father
has never forgiven me, but my sister
clings to me still. She was the idol of
my heart. Only once in all these
Once, a year ago. I braved all and
returned just to look upon her ONCE.
Disguised as a sailor I worked my
passage. When we landed L sent
her word and she babe me come.
Those few moments have given me
) l CfT nj
the rest of life. But for Florence I
should have died in despair"
Florence - your sister -" Willard
raised hit hand bewildered to his
where did you see her?-FIorence =
| your sister,"
TT was in October, the 25th, in my
fathers garden, at Hamilton, Flor
ence Price-Why man, do you know
her?'
Willard groaned.
TT was you-you-her brother!-
Oh, why did 1 not know? 1 never
knew she had a brother-My Cod!
How I wronged her!
II loved her-we were to have been
married. was in the garden-I saw
you kiss her-She would not explain
IL accused her cruelty! I see it all
now She would not betray you-and
left her.
you left her-because of me! I
have brought this added sorrow to
her!"
He buried his head in his hand and
was silent for many minutes. Then
he looked up
You are Willard, the man she
loves. She told me of you"
yes, she loved me-and have lost
her for my own folly and anger-lost
her-and how I 1oved!"
DO you love her stil1?" cried the
| man.
Love her! 1 have never ceased to
love her. I have tried to forget; that
is why I plunged into excitement, but
1 love her!"
Go back and tell her So
go back! How can I? She will
despise me-"
she loves you. She pines for you.
/ She is i'll. Go bring her back to life
and love. You only can do it,"
Can it be that Florence loves me
stiIl?"
YES, she loves you and she longs
for you. Thank God, that I have
found you for her. Go to her. Tell
her that you love her. Tell her that
I am keeping right for her sake, that
but for her I should have given up;
that thought of her is all that gives
me happiness
81 viii go!" cried Willard, grasping
the hand of his friend.-Boston Record.