Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-06-30

he recalled a certain domlcIie twent,
miles or more distant. There Its
grabbed master had set his dogs on
him, not, however, until the keen-eyed
mendicant had caught sight of glow.
Ing wealth In the library of the man.
sion.
He was well and strong. as he an.
nounced at the breakfast table one
morning that he would be no longer
a burden upon them.
"Better stay over a few days,
friend" invited blum, kind-hearted
Alan Ware.
"Yes. at least for today" supple
mented Mary, "for--Alan, suppose
You had forgotten II, but we were
married Just fifty years ago today"
Il remembered It." came the prompt,
but mufiied response. and tear rolled
down the speakers cheek, "our we'd
ding. hoped you had forgotten IL.
for there hasn't been much Of gold,
or even silver 10 this house during the
half century, 8fs s
"But obi what trua pure gold q
love. and trust, and faith !" cried Mary,
springing up. agile as a girl, and put
ting her arms about bis neck. -And
as to the other goid-why, Alan, dear.
we've always kept and revered this.
Don't you MISUNDERSTANDING Bruce
gave this to me only q week before We
ran away and got married"
Mary removed from her neck chain
and locket. II contained the portraits
Of her parents. She placed 1t on the
table and 1t should remain there all
day. she declared, as a reminder. She
planned a fine dinner to celebrate the
occasion. Jim Darby went outside,
deeply thoughtful.
"They shall have real golden we'd
ding, II get jagged for it," solilo-
quized Jim and he left the house for
that grander one twenty miles away.
He was not home at dinner time. Mary
and Lois. returning to the house just
before dark, stared strangely at the
table as they entered the house. In
its center was little heap of gold
coins and blurred, misspelt note. 1t
read: "For your golden wedding
Jim Darby"
why what can II meanf" marveled
Mary. and then, picking up a box from
the floor which had evidently been the
original receptacle of the coins, she
uttered kind Of scream.
What Jim Darby had done was to
rob the brother Of his kind hostess
and the box he had stolen bore on its
side his name and description of the
rare coins 1t contained. In a fash
Mary surmised the truth.
Nothing would do but Lois must in
stantly proceed to the next town, seek
out Bruce Watson and restore the
alched treasure and explain. Lois had
a sweetheart who offered to drive her
to Wadham and back very willingly.
Bruce Watson regarded his visitor
with suspicion and dislike. He reused
up, however, as Lois told her story
and restored the stolen coins.
"A golden wedding7 Those paupers !
The display must have been opulent I"
he sneered.
"Oh, no." amended Lois, and mean
ingly, for she was an intelligent little
being. There was = real gold memen-
to. Mr.. Watson-a locket you gave
your sister, containing the portraits
of your father and mother"
II a shot had struck him II could
not have had more effect. He paled
and quivered. A simple word had I'M
locked the sealed storehouse Of his
memory.
She was beside him, her arms about
his neck, In tears, pouring out the story
Of two patient. gentle lives. full of the
love and tenderness he had missed.
He waved her away finally. too choked
up with emotion to speak.
And later-he invited. and there
came into his life the Joys of recon-
Citation, and the peace his soul had
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