The Monte Vista journal., 1917-05-05

ICY. y shauoW passed over her fucp
do you mean that we are to live
there?" she asked.
why of course; my business is
there. Why, dear?"
"Oh, nothing" she said, changing the
subject to hide her disappointnent
The more she thought of burying
herself, as she called it, in the LITTLE
town, the more distasteful did it be-
come. Then it came upon her she
did not love this man as she had
thought she did, or she would follow
him to the end of the earth.
| AT this crucial moment Marco Torini
appeared on the scene. He had sung
at great charity concert, and was
the lion Of the hour. His beautiful
tenor voice was filling the studio when
Marian paused at the door. The glory
of it took her by storm She seemed in
such spell she did not even Join in
the applause of the other guests.
The young Italians words and man.
ner completed the fascination, and
Marian went home in Il kind of dream
Torini, charmed by her appreciation,
ended in falling in love with her
Marian, carried off her feet by the ar
| dent, romantic lOvemaking OF the ltal.
ian, after three weeks acquaintance,
eloped with Torini. They We're mar
| ried and sailed Immediately for London.
Strong, deep natures like Pollock's
do not cry out with their hurt, but
| ivllyS f.. hon nd 70,
the repression. Beyond Maran's aunt
and the few in Boston who had known
of the engagement, no one ever heard
anything from Stephen Pollock. Work
was stopped on the pretty house, and
the windows boarded up. Closed up,
too, seemed the atfectional side of his
nature. He was not embittered, but
he did not seek much the society of
women. Still the men in his factory
loved him.
Meanwhile what of the girl who had
wrought this havoc in his life? In
London Torini was quite as much the
fashion as in America. The round of
receptions dinners and all kinds of
gayety which caught the young couple
in its whir seemed to the girl dream
of fairyland. They visited the great
European capitals, and in Paris
daughter was born to them. Marian
was i'll for some months, and when she
recovered sufficiently to care for the
child, she gave it most of her time.
Very soon she found that her husband,
| to whom adulutiOn and demonStratiVe
appreciation were the breath of his
| life, was seeking elsewhere the salts
| faction of his temperamental demands.
Foolish women tlattered him, and his
wife became third-rate consideration.
| Her life with him grew to be lnt0ler-
able, but they were now living in his
own home in Italy, and she knew II
she left him they would take the
| child from her
At eight years of age the little girl
died, and Marian then determined at
| all hazards to leave her husband.
Marian had some valuable jewels,
and with a little money she had saved,
she left Italy and sailed for America.
Her aunt had never answered her let
ters, and she feared to face her. BUT
she nerved herself up to make the at
tempt. She discovered her aunt had
gone, and she was unable to trace
| her.
| Tt was nearly two years since she
had returned, and Marian began 10
awake to the fact that her small store
of money was nearly exhausted. She
fried TO think what she could do to
earn her living. Finally she advertised
for a position as Il companion. IhlhK-
ing her foreign name might be draw
hack. she called herself Mrs. Tor
renee. The letters she received were
most discouraging, but at last there
was one which seemed promising. Sie
called at the appointed time on the
lady. Mrs. Cromer, whom she touhu III
n boarding house in good part ol
the city. Mrs. Cromer, good hatureu
and middle-aged, impressed her la'or-
ably.
"You see, it's like this" said the
Iody. "I'm going to live in country
town | shall be all alone, ana sliall
not know anyone in the place ooh |
know of anybody to take with me.
going to be lonesome ana sihali pay
hut Won said it was mostly nome you
wanted
YES" broke in Marian. "that It, 1
think | should like to CO.
"pollock's Folly" had suddenly taken
on new lease of life. a force oi WIN