The Ordway new era., 1917-12-14

eOuld detect In tho m0sI mlnnSO v~,
t,on az expression her meaning. ana
this constant studying Of her race
came to be as much pleasure to MIN
as anythiag else that made up nis
busy days.
Then, as spring came on. the con-
rressnan became more than ordinarily
rensIye. Even at the capitol 1t was
commented on that Pragg had some
cause to worry, and Mardy's most IN
auirlng and sympathetic look OF en-
treaty did not draw his secret from
his lips.
One day when Mardy arrived In the
morning. she found the congressman
nlrcady mt his desk-something entire
ly unprecedented-and Mardy seemed
TO know when she first caught MS
glance, that at last the time had come
for her to know his secret care.
81 have something to tell you." he
began, abruptly, not looking ut her-
though he usually studied her face
with such keen interest. II have Sc
cured the services of one of the grent-
est OF throat specialists-Doctor Spig-
renheim-perhaps you have heard OF
him, He Is coming down to Washing
ton as special concession. He'll be
here this morning. l want him to ex-
anime your vocal cords. and see II
something cannot be done for them.
He says it Is marvellous case-that
your dumbness hasn't affected your
hearing or any of your other senses
Had the congressman been watch
ing Mardy's face then he might have
seen that she started and then turned
perceptibly paler. She made no writ
ten reply or acknowledgment of her
gratitude to her would-be benefactOr.
and they were both uncommunicative
for the rest Of the morning.
At Mardy's written request she saw
the great specialist alone, and then
the specialist saw the congressman
alone. and then the congressman. hav-
ing handed the specialist his thousand
dollar fee, saw Mardy nlone.
The congressman looked pensive
and grave. Very tenderly and, trying
to conceal his own disappointment, he
told Mardy of the SPECIALISTS verdict
that strangely enough. Mnrdy's
speechlessness was incurable. This
time the congressman studied Mardy's
face, but 1t showed nothing save a
studied immobility.
They both tried to go back to tho
work of the day, but unsuccessfully,
and then the congressman broke the
silence. '1'll have to tell you what II
worrying me-and torturing me-" he
said. "rll tell you, and then you can
decide what we ought to do. Mardy,
want to marry you. had never
thought Of marrying before. and
don't want to make you my wife un-
less 1t is going to make you happier.
I am tortured with the doubt wheth-
er your infirpity wouldn't be such q
handicap In your life as my wife. with
all the social duties that 1t would be
bound to bring you, that we would
both be unhappy because Of 1t. had
hoped SpIggenheim would be able to
hold out hope, but he tells me there
Is none. Mardy, what shall do7"
There was short pause, and then.
in n soft, low voice, Mardy answered
his question. Forgive me-" Then
she went on talking rapidly and fluent
ly, and the congressman hung upon
each word as If hearing u woman talk
had always been the joy of his life.
II came to Washington, hoping to get
position in one Of the departments,
but others more influential crowded
me out. Then l saw your advertise
ment. My funds were exhausted, and
couldn't go home and tell the family
I had lost out. I had promised to send
home part Of my salary-and-well, 1
pretended l was dumb, and everyone
in Washington thinks I am. 1 have
never spoken to anyone, though l do
SOS not to forget how. Then when
you spoke of Spiggenheim, 1 thought
you suspected me, and would despise
me for the deception and would dis
miss me If you thought I really could
talk. So-well, told Spiggenhelm the
truth and promised him hundred dol
lars-all my savlngs-if he would tell
you the case was hopeless"
The congressman sat back in his
chair and let out hearty laugh that
showed his melancholy had been for
ever dispelled, and for the first time
he heard the contagious tones Of
Mardy's laugh, which she had been
suppressing for months.
"One thousand, one hundred dol
lars" he reflected "well 1t was worth
that ten times overland a hundred
times over, II had it. l never thought
that 1t would take a throat specialist
to cure me of a lifelong melancholy
for. Mardy, have never been COM
pletely happy in my life until this
minute"
Disease Not Inherited,
An entirely wrong doctrine of hered-