Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1916-11-22

lefly mat ne might not claim even a
look of recognition from those sweet
eyes, N wishing with all his heart
that his marriage had been genuine
y passing memory of his morning ride
to New York in company with Miss
Bentley's coniured vision brought
wonder to his eyes. 1t ali seemed SO
long g and so strange that he ever
could have entertained for a moment
the thought of marrying Julia. She was
a good girl OF course, fine and hand
some and all that,-but-and his eyes
sought the sweet sad face on the couch,
and his heart suffered in a real agony
for the trouble he saw; and for the
trouble he must yet give to her when
he told her who he was, or rather who
he was not; for he must tell her and
that soon. 1t would not do to go on in
yet, how was he possibly to leave her
In this condition?
But no revelations we're to be given
that night.
The physician administered another
draught, and ordered the porter to
make up the berth Immediately. Then
with skilful hands and strong arms he
laid the young girl in upon the pillows
and made her comfortable, Gordon
meanwhile standing awkwardly by
with aveN-ed eyes and troubled mien.
He would have liked to help, but he
did not Know how.
Shed better not be disturbed any
more than Is necessary tonight" said
the doct r, as he pulled the pretty
cloth ira Yelling gown smoothly down
about thu girls ankles and patted 1t
with professional hands. Don't let her
yield to any nonsense about putting up
her hair, or taking off that frock for
fear she'll rumple 1t. She needs to lie
perfectly quiet. It's a case Of utter ex-
haustion, and I should say a long
strain OF some kind-anxiety, worry
perhaps" He looked keenly at the
sheepish bridegroom. Has she had n
trouble?"
Gordon lifted honest eyes.
I'm afraid So" he answered con-
tritely. as If it must have been his
fault some way.
Wei. dom let her have any more"
said the elder man briskly. "She's q
very fragile bit Of womanhood, young
man., and you'll have to handle her
carefully or she'll blow away. Make
ner happy, young mani! People can't
nave too much happiness in Thu world.
It's the best thing, after all, to keep
them we'll. Don't be afraid to give her
plenty"
Thank you!" said Gordon. f~ervently,
Wisnlng 1T were in his power to do
what the physician ordered.
The kindly physician, the assiduous
porter, and the brusque, but good
hearted conductor went away at last.
Gordon was left with his precious
charge, who to all appearances was
sleeping quietly. The light was turned
low and the curtains Of the berth were
a little apart. He could see the dim
outline Of drapery about her, and one
shadowy hand lying limp at the edge Of
the couch. In weary relaxation.
Above her. in tho ,1nnor horth x,,1,loh.
ne had told h porten.not to make up,
lay the great purple black plumed hat.
and a sheaf of lilies of the valley from
her bouquet. 1t seemed all SO Strange
Tor him to be there in their sacred
presence.
He locked the door. SO that no n
should disturb the sleeper, and went
slowly into the little private dressing
room. For q full minute after he
cache 1t, he stood looking into the
mirror before him, looking at his own
weary. soiled face, and wondering IL he.
Cyril Gordon. heretofore honored and
self respecting. had really done in the
iast IL hours all h things which he
was credtting himself with having
done! And the question was. how had
It happened? Had he taken leave Of
his senses. or had circumstances been
too much for him? Had he lost the
power OF judging between right and
wrong? Could he have helped n Of
the things that had come upon him?
How could he have helped them? What
ought he to have done? What ought he
to do now? Was he q criminal beyond
redemption? Had he spoiled the life
OF the sweet woman out there in her
berth, or could he somehow make
amends for what he had done? And
was he ~ badly to blame for It all g
he felt himself to be?
After q minute he rallied. to realize
that his face was dirty. We washed
the marks Of the adhesive plaster away.
and then. not satisfied with the result,
he brought his shaving things from his
suit case and shaved. Somehow, he
felt more like himself after his toilet
was completed, and he slipped back
into the darkened drawing room and
which. according to his directions, was
not made up. but merely furnished
with pillows and q blanket. The night
settled into the noisy quiet OF an ex.
press train. and each revolution Of the
wheels. a. they whjIrled their way Chi
cagoward. resolves itself into the old
refrain, Don't let anything hinder you!
Don't let anything hinder you!"
He certainly was hot taking tho most
direct route from Nsw York to WASH
ington. though q might eventually
prove that the longest way round was
the shortest way kos1e. on account Of
tts comparative sa11:y.
Az he settled. to tho quiet OF his
couch. . number OF things carno more
clearly to his vision. One was that
they had safely passed the outskirto Of
New York without interference Of any
kind. and must be by this time speed
Ing toward Albany. unless they were
on 9 road that took them more directly
VEST. He had not thought to look &C
the tickets for knowledge 81 hio bear-
tngs. and the light was too dim for
him TO make out any monographs or
!ottor1ng0 m lnlai0 wood pane1o o.
tranoomA. Nypa e ho had known ouox1h