The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1920-01-15

| them, she knew that they were no
longer as they had been.
She stood very still, waiting for him
to come in.
Then he came into .file room, very
tall, clear-eyed young fellow. He
came directly toward hef. carrying
half q dozen orchids and = mass Of
violets. She took them silently and
sat down. Then she covered her face
with the flowers.
The man looked at her a 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. do
not know how to say it. but"
The girl looked at him quietly. "Bu;
what %
IF you do not wish to-to-have
this-thing go Oh"
i'YOu mean. YOU mean you dO not
wish to--tO-oh. cannot say it,"
Marion! Marion! That l do not
wish to--that T."
Yes. that you do not wish to marry
me! know! know"
The mans lips twitched, but he
never took his eyes from hers. II
mean that, if-you did. not
Have 1 ssid sol"
enc"
"Well"
81 wish yOu-tO be happy"
"That is. the greatest wish that one
could have for another. isn't it," She
laughed little Historically.
81 have never wished you to be any
thing else. There's only one thing that
we should understand beforehand
| that is"
81 know, that you will be the mas
ter"
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 this?"
II mean only that our home shall be
our own, and that We shall live In
i 1t alone"
father She laughed bitterly.
II wish only your happiness. and
my own. It has been q 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 respensibley'
1.-THE Street is q strange place. Ma
rion. and many odd things happen
II -
and-well-what is the use In revivinG
unpleasant memories? It Is all
dead"
Revive them? They are not dead
with me. but you have been busy in
the Street, and know what you are
doing thereI"
''It has been for you. That Is all
that may say about 1t. Marion. won't
you believe In me? may have neg
lected you. but was thinking Of you
all the while, down there. Won't you
trust meT
The girl rose: "Will you pardon
me If l 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,
hut 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 ii seemed to stretch
on and never end. and her agony with
1t. Then in 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
| eyes.
Her father was behind her. and all
he meant-the opposition Of her fam
ily.' the fearful strength of which OPP
pressed her senses. She was one of
| them.
It was her hour. and she rejoiced in
her heart, so loudly that she hoped
| no e."''''' nf r.2T.i would i", liear,.
above II.
| 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
| bor hOur had come indeed