The Press., 1919-01-30

With her decision made, she sat in the dusk near the window of her room. dreaming-creamin of lost girlhood. an empty w"uIanh"od. and hrdnding on the gray and quiet years that lay before her-l"ncly paths for the walking of lonely feet.
 The maid at the door softened her voice. NIT. Jeffrey says that you must give your name and state your erraml. please"
 Miss Copeland smiled "rell him have come over two hundred miles for five minutes of his time"
 The maid hesitatcG. but went in. A moment later she returned smiling. "He is in the library, where you may see him."
 Through the great hal she walked t0 the door where the maid stood and quietly entered the room.
 A man of powerful build rose heav ily from a chair, laid down his paper and lifted strong, stern face. With lips parted he stood aS if hypnotized his gray eyes staring; then the harsh lines seemed swept from his face, a sudden overwhelming wonder and joy took their place. He stepped forward with outstretched hands.
 "Dell. Della! It is you-i, is you ~-Oll---"
 Yes. Stephen, it is but you must not hold my hand" she said smiling faintly.
 T shall hold it until an sure have you here. Della, where have you been? Why have you come? Do you remember"
 "Stephen, are yon so g1aA to soc 'me?"
 "G1ad to see you, l have been hun gry for the sight of your face for tif teen years. Why didn't you answer my letters?- Why" He stopped. making an effort to calm himself @~ Lets sit down." she suggested quietly. "Ah. stephen. why bring back the old years and the old re- grets? l was willing to marry you. you remember, but you didn't have the courage to go against your fa. ther'S will. You remember. he would have nothing to do with me. you"
 His voice was hOarSe. My God If only had had the courage! These years. Della. these years-ye;rS-~-o melnories--'' His head dropped II was coWard--but it's not tua late. Della. Yml-why, the years have heen kind to you~-;re N"n-
 "Married: No!' She shook her head sadly, "l cnuIdn't-~ith my memories.
 Della .''
 ::Wait Stephen. l came to sec you. You say you wish you had opposed your fu'hrr, Lel ur tell you >"tne- thing"
 She leaned over, and ,"l'irrlN she told i,im nt lho young couple in th' dingy hourdin@ house room. of 'h" slight, brave A''Iin" girl, of Ih" N"un= husf"nd covering d dread of the lu- tul" with Il present smile. Then she told him their n;tnieS.
 He started to his feet "MA IiIli" girl--lhere, wanted lo ic:'cll lhrn a lesSon---I forgo1 niy-,ics>"n. W;> d coward and--nly. God have rstt for it. He turned to her T Hm "ur ing 10 put d. call straight to Ntlr house---where is it?'
 Her heart throbhed at his Wnr''s. E"Stephen, they will be wild WitE i"y"' She gave him the call as she Iria gin 'd the scene to be enacted ill that t;r away room 0f despair.
 He shouted the call into the ttle- phone. brushing aside some rrm"n- strance with an abrupt word ie clung to the receiver while he waited "a picture of eagerneSS,
 Then-"Hello! Laurel "Yes, father''-"1 want you t" come home. You and-and Norm, !'- "There--there-the girl ."- Yes pack up and come'-"I'vc been a pig headed ass"-"Yes, you bet We will"-"Come right away"
 He turned from the telephone. His eyes were quiet, his face calm. Sie thought as she watched him that the years had been kind, indeed, to him.
 She rose, feeling as if into her heart had entered again the silence and the emptiness, while soon for him the last shadows would pass. "Now. must go"
 He sprang up and laid his hands gently yet firmly upon her shoulders. His voice was vibrant, yet tender. '"YOu are, never going--never, Della. if I can keep you. Now that chance has brought you, no one lives who can take you from me. I was too much of a coward once to take you. and you had too much pride to come to me: but, my dear. we simply must save something out of the years-theY must not all be lost years. Don't you love me even little?'
 Her head sank. "Stephen. l have always loved you and always shall but"-very softly and very quietly "youth is past-and the dreams of youth"
 Putting his arm about her. he drew her to him. II know. oh, l know, my dear. but youth is not all" His voice was shaking. The springtmc and summer have gone-but the Ind.nn summer--let's enjoy it together"
 She looked up with tears if her eyes. "Yes. I forgot--therc is Indian Stephen-Sta aphen.
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