Gilpin observer., 1919-11-06

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that she hated the mans son.
Whatever 1t was that had separated
them. she knew that they were nc.
longer as they had been.
She stood very still, waiting for him
to come in.
Then he came into the room, a very
. tall. clear-eyed young fellow. He
came directly toward her, carrying
half a dozen orchids and a mass of
violets She took them silently and
sat down. Then she covered her face
with the flowers.
The man looked at her q moment
without word, then he said slowly:
"Marion, am afraid we have"
He hesitated. I am afraid we have
not-you have not been happy. l do
not know how to say 1t. but"
The girl looked at him quietly. "But
whatr
III you do not wish to-to-have
this-thing go OH"
"YOu mean. you mean you do not
wish to-to-oh. cannot say itl'
"Marion! Marion! That I do not
wish to-that L"
Eyes, that you do not wish to marry
me! l know! know!"
The mans lips twitched, but he
never took his eyes from hers. II
mean that. if-you did not"
Have said soi"
"No."
"Wen!
NI wiSh vOV-t0 N hapnv ~
''That Is the greatest wish that one
could have for another, isn't 1T" She
laughed little hysterically.
II have never wished you to be any.
thing else. There's only one thing that
We should understand bsfore-and
that is"
II know. that you will BE- the mas
teri"
"There must be some one to say
what shall be done. although master
IL an ugly word"
Eyes, men never like It In that way,
but 1t IL true! What Do you mean by
saying thisr'
Il mean only that our home shall be
our own, and that We shall live in
II alone"
81 know-you DO not wish my
father" She laughed bitterly.
II wish only your happiness. and
my own. 1t has been q trying winter.
You do not know It, but my fathers
affairs were not In the best way when
he died"
Are you intimating that my father
was at all responsibler'
"The Street IL q strange place. Ma
rion. and many odd things happen
there-Old friends become enemies.
and-well-what is the use in revivins
unpleasant memoriesf 1t 10 all
dead"
"RevIve thsm? They are not dead
with me, but you have been busy In
the Street, and know what you are
doing thers!"
ut has been for you. That Is all
that I may say about 1t, Marion. won't
you believe In mel may have neg
lected you, but / was thinking Of you
all the while, down there. Won't you
trust mer'
The girl rose. "Will you pardon
me II say good night," she said. II
am tired |"
The next day at noon, Miss Story
went up the aisle Of the church upon
the arm of her father. Her friends
filed the seats about her. There
seemed so many Of them. they almost
hung from the arched roof.
The triumphal music crashed from
the organ and flooded her entire being.
but with mockery that almost choked
her.
II they had only run away, as they
had planned so many times when they
first began to know their love!
The long aisle seemed interminable
With every step 1t seemed to stretch
on and never end. and her agony with
1t. Then In a moment 1t did end, and
the organ ceased. He was there wait
ing for her, and he took her hand.
The old minister who had baptized
her stood there with open book, and
family she heard his droning chant
She heard him say II WILL" knew
her time had come. and raised her
eyes.
Her father was behind her, and all
he meant-the opposition of her fam
fly, the fearful strength OF which op-
pressed her senses. She was one Of
them.
1t was her hour. and she rejoiced in
her heart, SO loudly that she hoped
no sound Of regret would hp heard
above II.
The words of the clergyman came
to her ms from another world, through
another consciousness for which she
could not account. but she was impa-
tient for them to be over that the
whole thing might be ended.
Faintly she heard them-love, honor