Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-05-17
The Worlds
: Nosegay
By ALvAH JORDAN GARTH
Copyright. 1918. Western Newspaper Union
''Have l made a life mistaken,

Have l made q life mistaken ~
In his heart Cyril Deane answered
yes" He stood watching a winsome
girl of eighteen %garlanding half a dozen
little ones with woodland wreaths. He
had-consented to see Winnie Morse and
her group of favorites to and from the
picnic ground. He had romped with
the children, he had seen that they
were literally provided with ice cream
land lemonade, he had won from Win
ME the smiles and gratitude of an ap-
tpreciative friend. He had forgotten the
city, society and business. He WINGED
as he further realized that he had also.
forgotten the woman to whom he was
Engaged.
She was Winnie's sister, Henoria, but
Just the opposite of the sweet, child
faced girl. Honoria was of the queen
lly type-cold, aristocratic and auto
cratic. He had been proud of her beau
lty and stateliness and had mistaken it
flor love.
He remembered now the eongratula.
ltion the ingenious Winnie had ex-
pressed when she learned of the en-.
lgagement 81 hope. Honoria will be kind
to you." Analysing the strange words
now, Deane traced regret. Had some
lprescience impaired to Winnie the con-
'%viction that the mating would not be a
happy one?
Regal loneliness on the one hand,
gentle, heartsome sympathy on the
lother. Yes, he had made a mistake,
but he was a man of honor. He tried
to feel brotherly towards Winnie, but
when they had seen the little coterie
home and she babe him goodnight he
felt as though blank darkness had blot
ted out the sunshine. q
Eyes, 1 am going out for two months
in the Wilderness" spoke Deane to his
close friend, Walter Briggs, the next
day. II shall be back by June"
"Then the wedding, I suppose?"
questioned the visitor.
"That is the arrangement. l want to
get Pillar Cliff ready for a summer So
tjourn. I intend to give Honoria a sur
prise. There isn't a spot in the whole
Rockies that equals the Cliff. My fa-
Ither left it to me-the most delightful
Isummering place in the world"
"Pillar Cliff? Queer name." observed
Briggs casually.
"Well named, though. Nature has
surrounded the lovely forty acres with
a dozen perfectly perpendicular blocks
of rocks, each a towering pillar. I have
some great plans as to utilizing them
Ito produce q bewildering effect. 1t will
please Honoria, l am sure"
"Poor fellow !" ~soliloquized Briggs.
SOLITUDE and absence from admiring
throngs will little suit my Lady Homo
ria"
Honoria presented a cold, unsensi-
tive cheek to her fance when he went
away. Winnie put her arms around his
neck in a sorrowful way and sobbed
tout her hope he would have a pleasant
time, as If feeling that he needed love
and comforting.
Cyril Deane, in his far away wood
Hand paradise, was stunned to receive
IA letter, the envelope in the handwrit-
ing of Briggs, a month later. His
friend had not the heart to write. He
simply Enclosed a newspaper paragraph
lreciting the elopement of Miss Honoria
Morse and Wilbur Dunn, a man he had
never liked. For a day Deane wandered
about trying to recover his mental bal
anc
"It's a way out" he finally decided.
"When a year goes by l am going back
ito see Winnie"
1t was months after that one norm
ing, when Deane heard the chug-
chug of an automobile and finally the
echo of human voices. CHANGING along
the trail he saw a machine stalled, two
men working over it and three ladies
walking about. One of them strolled
past a ledge of rock; seemingly the
beauty surrounding the bungalow held
her enchanted. Could he believe his
Ieyes?-It was Winnie Morse!
Held in a trance of wonderment, the
girl saw him not. She had eyes only for
the glorious riot of color that glowed
from the rock pillars before her. Here,
of a verify, was the worlds nosegayl
THE tops Of the pillars were surmount-
led with one great of flower
bloom. They appeared like mammoth
vases holding the choicest treasures.
winnie" spoke Cyril. She looked
tdazed-unreal the floral -presentment,
so his presence. Then her little, trem-
bling hands went out to meet his own.
ooh, / know nowl" she 1breathed
-'the place you were getting ready
for"
She could not speak her sisters
name, for regret, for shame, but Cyril
courageously faced the issue. He
asked for news from home. Honoria
had separated from her husband. Win
nie had been compelled to shift for her.
self. She was hired companion to the
daughter of Tie owner of the touring
Automobile. So badly broken down
were they, with the nearest town twen-
ltv miles distant, that they were glad