Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-05-18
Sigh. but srectionate embrace,

you have perhaps thought me a lit
tie cold. a little staid and, distant
from you, even in our happiest mo-
mentk was brought. up, you must
remember. in the school which con-
siden any exhibition of feeling as
deplorable lapse. The thing grows on
one. Yet, Marcia he added, draw
ing her still closer and claspins her
hand, you have been my refuge In
all these years. 1t is here with you
that I have spent my happiest hours.
You have been my consolation in
many weary disappointment4. I Oft
an wish that I could give you Z diff
fcrent position than the one which
you occupy" Z
II should never, be 60 contsutsd in
any other" she assured him. pattinE
his hand. "In all these years I have
felt my n.ind grow. I have read
heavens, how have read! l have
felt SO many of the old things fall
away, felt my feet growing stronger.
ed. Reginald. To quote one Of your
own maxims, we have only one life,
but It is for us to subdivide. We take
up a handful Of circumstances, an
emotion. perhaps a passion. and we
live then out, and when the fame Is
burnt We are restless for a little time,
and then VIC, begin 1t all rel aEain.
That is how we learn. learn to be
wise by suffering and change"
II am afraid" the Marquis sighed,
that I do not live up to my own
principles. All my life I have de-
tested change. There could be no
other home for me but Mandcleys,
no other clubs save those where I
spend ms; spare time. no other pur-
suits ave those which l have cult
waited from my youth. no other dear
friend, Marcia, to whom one may
turn in ones human moments,
than you"
Marcia shrugged her shoulders.
1T is queer" she admitted. ito
hear such professions of fidelity from
you"
Had I a different reputation? ?" he
asked. We'll, you see how I have
outlived it,"
Marcia's silence, natural enough Ut
the time. puzzled him . little after
wards, puzzled him az he leaned back
in his car. on his way hopewards,
puzsled him through the evening in
the few minutes Of reflection which
he was able to spare from a large
dinner party.
Borden" he muttered to himself.
II wonder what o r Of \ ma he is."
In his library, where he fingered
foe a few moments before retiring to
bed. he took down a volume of
Who's Who" Borden.s name, rath-
or to his surprise, was there. The
man, It seemed, was Of decent family,
had done we'll at Oxford. both in
scholarship and athletics. He was
born-the Marquis counted his yeats.
He ives forty-one years old--nineteen
years younger! He closed the book
and sat down In his chair. forgetting
for once to mix for himself the
whiskey and soda which lay ready to
his hand. It seemed 70 him that
there was a tragedy In that, nineteen
years. Borden wss OF the ase now
that he himself had bean when Mar
cha had drst listened 10 his very
oourtly and yet uneomnonly definite
thief. cro0sd the hall. and. opening
softly the door Of the drawtng.room,
turned up the two lights before .
great gilt mirror. Ha stood and re-
gardedN himself t~houShtfully. appraas-
Itngly, critically. He was tall and
wary little bowed. His' hgure was stil
the heure Of . youne man, and the
teourt clothes which he ~ WEARING
became him. That he wa handsome
80 far - regards his finely chiseiied
features, his high forehead and his
soft grey hair, he granted htmsalf.
The world had given him few
chances OF Forgetting Il. But there
twas little .Whtteness about his
cheeks, . slight dropping of the flesh
under his eyes. just something Of that