The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1916-02-05
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LOVES WAYFAUERs
BY lzoLA FORESTER.


taxi or carriage now and then driving
up at any hour with belated couple
to be married. She was usually the
witness, with Selma, the Swedish
cook, hurriedly routed from slumber
to act as a second one.
The old-fashioned Evangelical church
| stood on Brook avenue, convenient td
the railroad station and to the old city
hall. Within its quiet inclosnre waa
also the parsonage. built in quaine
Dutch style, of stone with ivy over ig
and double-peaked root There waa
a very small study to your right aa
you entered and here the ceremonies
took place.
But this particular night there was
a different character to the couple
who presented themselves for holy
wedlock, as Pastor Van Kirk liked I'd
speak of the bonds.
The man was about thirty, good
looking. well dressed, without a trace
of nervousness in his manner. And
the woman was past girlhood, with
rather worn face that had been pret.
ty once She had the look in her
face and eyes Of one who has gazed
at fear SO long that it has lost its
terrors.
When, the ceremony was over, and
they stood for the usual conventional
chat before leaving, the man said sud,
denly:
"You don't remember US, do you,
Pastor Van Kirk? And yet you mar
ried us here in this same little room
nine years ago. We came back to you
for that reason. had not seen my
wife for many years until few days
ago. You don't even remember the
name, and yet we caused you trouble
and notoriety at the time"
And suddenly Mrs. Van Kirk leaned
forward, her brown eyes full Of in
terest and sparkle.
Il know. l know nov, and I've been
wondering all this time. You are the
rich young man and the little nurse
from Bellevue, aren't your
He laughed, and laid his arm around
his wifes shoulders, and the pastor
eyed them intently. Theirs had been
the only exciting romance of ali his
years at the parsonage. And she had
been so pretty. II was not until the
day after the wedding that he had
known who they were. Then it was
spread over the front pages of news
papers and the little gray church had
been objected to notoriety. Names
meant nothing to him. He had not
recognized Spencer Morton as a IA
nous name, he had not known he was
uniting the only son of one ofeNew
York's greatest miliionaires with Dora
Bishop. probation nurse at Bellevue.
And when the father had visited
him, all he had made answer in his
proud, calm way, was this:
Il pray God | have brought them
o the gate of happiness"
Now he gazed at the two faces and
lsked
What happened? You have come
Jack again. What for?"
Because was a coware,9 answered
Norton quietly. My father threat.
med to cut me off without a dollar,
md agreed to give up my wife if he
would take me into the business as
. partner / believed / could make
iood and win him around, but when
told her what I had done, and went
o the place where had left her, she
lad gone. did not find her again un-
Il three nights ago.
Perhaps you remember how we
act had been in an accident. and
7as taken to Bellevue. where no one
new me. | was unconscious and, la.
er on, delirious, and Dora was my
urse. When my mother found me
here and had me removed, | asked
1r the nurse to accompany me until
was well, and we loved That was
II. | did wrong to persuade her to
secret marriage. l was coward.
ut for nine years | kept up the search.
or Eer. And all these years while I
ave been searching for her she has
we'd in seclusion. cared for. yes, but
SAOfAiS AeAu uAGA dblOdu. MY ID
Ter told her this
Your father?" repeated Mrs. vA1
irk eagerly "He found herr"
"Yes, he found her.. answered Nor
IN slowly. ''Ife died month ago.
must not speak i'll Ct hin, but only
lis: Believing that she was acting
) private nurse in a sanitarium out
lest, she was really a prisoner there.
y father secured q livorce for me on
le ground of insanity"
He paused Mrs Van Kirk, plump
I'd impetuous, crossed the little room
i'd put her arms around the little
'ide and kissed her on cheek and
,ow.
There are so many years ahead"
le said. See, Rupert and myself
i've been married forty years"
She followed them out to the side
ak. A limousine waited at the curb.
"Ah, love, how pitiful wealth is"
RS. Van Kirk said, as they went back
the warm little study. Years Of
lin just because he feared the loss
money-all his life lie cannot wipe
at look from her face"