The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1919-11-05

Whatever IL was tn0C n0Q SepdrdCeu
them she knew that they were no
longer as they had been. M
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 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. 4 am afraid we have
not-you have not been happy. l do
not know how to say it. but"
The girl looked at him quietly. "But
what?
IF you do not wish to-to-have
this-thing 60 Oh"
"YOu mean, you mean you do not
wish to-to-oh, I cannot say I'll"
Marion! Marionl That I do not
wish to-that l."
Yes, 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 I said s07'
"No."
"Wellw
II wish you-to be happy!"
"That is the greatest wish that one
could have for another, isn't it," She
laughed little Historically.
II have never wished you to be any.
thing else. There's only one thing that
we should understand beforehand
that is"
Il know, that you will be the mas
teri"
There must be some one to say
what shall be done, although master
is an ugly word"
Eyes, men never like 1t in that way,
but it Is true! What do you mean by
saying thisT
Il mean only that our home shall be
our own, and that we shall live in
it Alone"
II know-you do not wish my
father" She laughed bitterly.
II wish only your happiness, and
my own. 1t has been trying winter.
You do not know 1t, but my fathers
affairs were not In the best way when
he died."
"Are you intimating that my father
was at all responsible?'
"The Street Is q strange place, Ma
rion, and many odd things happen
there-Old friends become enemies,
and-well-what is the use in reviving
unpleasant memories2 1t is all
dead"
Revive them? They are not dead
with me, but you have been busy in
the Street, and I know what you are
doing there!"
1T has been for you. That Is all
that I may say about 1t, Marion, won't
you believe in me? l may have neg.
lected you, but was thinking of you
all the, while. down there. Won't you
trust meY'
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 a mockery that almost choked
her.
If they had only run away, as they
had planned 50 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
lily. 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 wonld lie heard
above Il.
To-
The words Of the clergyman came
to her as 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.
Family she heard them-love, honor
and obey! She felt his fingers press
her own, and the touch of him in.
stantly reused her against her father
and her family, who were awaiting
her denial.
Suddenly she became conscious that
her hour had come indeed.
The minister was awaiting her an.
swer to the great question. The man