Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1917-02-22

Good by"
He looked at his watch and saw
that he had only an hour in which
to dispose of the remainder Of his
mail. He turned directly to the
task, going to a door and calling
in one Of the stenographers.
"Let's be as fast as we can, Miss
Jeliffe," he said quietly. GIVE an
important appointment uptown
MOI once had it occurred to him
that Edith Mallon could have had
the slightest thing to do with his
Punishment from her home. Sena-
tor Mallon S attitude did not dis
turb him except that it struck him
as an unnecessary insolence-and
an inconvenience. If it did not
worry her, he was satisfied. He
would be able to deal with the SEN
ator. He had dealt with senators
before. The lobby was attacking
him in his social relations at last.
Obviously, such a motive had in
spired Mallon. And his experience
had taught him the ease of fight
ing people whose tactics are the
fruits Of mean motives. As he
worked, his serenity was UNI
ruffled.
Miss Mallon was not so fortu-
nate. She was neither serene nor
unruffled. Bowling down Massa-
chusetts avenue in her electric a
few minutes before noon, she,
looked at the golden brown and
russell red Of the trees which
stretched, like two big folds of
fairy embroidery, on both sides of
the street. It was a day when the
world seemed awash with gold. A
touring car, crowded with girls
and young men, overlook and
sped past her. On the sidewalk,
at a corner, an Italian ground his
organ while golden haired, freshly
dressed children danced to the
music.
I'm the aggregate" she
thought, ION the whole, the world
is always lovely, always beautiful,
as it is today. But, to make up
that whole, how much of pain
there is, how much Of suffering!"
Her fathers words at the
breakfast table that morning still
rang in her ears:
II wrote to your friend Mr..
Smith yesterday, forbidding him
the house."
What an outrage that was!
Why should anybody, her father
even, presume to say who should
be her associates or who should
not9 Of course it would be i'm
possible for him to come TO the
house. She could subject neither
him nor herself to the awkward
ness of it, but, equally, of course,
she would see him quite frequent
ly elsewhere.
Why had she committed her
self so utterly in her own heartY
Why had she accepted, without
argument, the fact that she loved
himf Suppose she were called on
to explain her feeling - what
would she say7 She dismissed
these reflections as rapidly as they
came. She loved him. And, since
she did love him, she could see no
reason for trying to disguise the
fact to herself. She was like
that.
Late the night before, with her
brain Keeling from the intensity
and censtancy with which she had
reviewed and re-reviewed that
scene with him when he had re-
fused her his confidence, the truth
had come to her as q certainty, a
conviction. She knew now. Moth
ing could have shaken her belief
in the truth of what she knew. She
knew, and she loved him. For
her, those were the only two really
important things in the world
1her belief in him, and her love for
him. She remembered q famous
evangelist having said to her
once There are only two big
things in this life, Miss Mallon-
the things we do to those who love
us, and the things that are done to
us BY those whom we love. That
had expressed her philosophy ex-
actly. She was going now to call
for John Smith at his office.
As far as she herself was con-
cerned, her own intentions, her
Town trust ia the future, nothing
annoyed her. That which did at
tack her happiness was the fear Of
what he, through his qnixotic
Iideas, hin conscientious regard for
hex, might consider il his duty "a
do. Her memory 81 the 4riefgthat
he had felt IA refusing her what
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