The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-06-01
"Why Must You Wait, Darling7"


"Why Must You Wait, Darling7"
love you. You know you're the only
woman have ever loved, or ever could
lover
Yes, just like that he said it-that
awful leland to my mother. My
stars! Do you suppose waited to
hear any more? guess not!
I fairly tumbled off my seat, and
my book dropped with a bang, as
ran forward. Dear. dear, but how they
did jump-both Of thes! And I guess
they were tarprised. ! never thought
how't was going to affect them-my
breaking in like that. But Y didn't
wait-not a minute. I just started
right in and began to talk. And I
talked hard and fast, and lots Of It.
- I don't know now what I said, but
I know asked him what he meant by
saying such an awful lie to my mother,
when he'd just said the same thing,
exactly most, to Theresa, and he'd
Rugged her and kissed her, and every
thing. I'd seen him. And
But I didn't get chance to say half
I wanted to. I was going on to tell
him what I thought Of him; but Moth
er gasped out, Marie! Marie! Stop!"
And then I stopped. had to, Of
course. Then she said that would do,
and I might go to my room. And
went. And that's all I know about it,
except that she came up, after a little,
and said for me not to talk any more
about 1t, to her, or to any one else;
and to please try to forget 1t.
I tried to tell her what I'd seen,
and what I'd heard that wicked, deep
dyed villain say; but she wouldn't let
me. She shook her head, and said,
Flush, hush, dear; and that no good
could come of talking of it. and she
wanted me to forget it. She was very
sweet and very gentle, and she smiled;
but there were stern corners to her
mouth, even when the smile was there.
And I guess she told him what was
what. Anyhow, I know they had quite
talk before, she came up to me, for
I was Watching at the window for him
to go; and when he did 60 he looked
very red and cross and he stalked
away with a never-will-I-d -I-darken-thi
door-again kind Of step, just as far as
], could see him.
I don't know, of course, what will
happen next, nor whether he'll ever
come back for Theresa; but I shouldn't
think even she would want him. after
this, If she found out.
And now, where's my love story COM
ing In, should like to know?
TWO DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS
Another wonderful thing has hap
pened. I've had a letter from Father
from Father "a letter-me!
It came this morning. Mother
brought it In to me. She looked queer
"a little. There were two red spots
In her cheeks, and her eyes were
very bright.
'T think you have a letter here from
your father" she said, handing it
cut.
She hesitated before the your fa-
ther' just as she always does. And
It isn't hardly ever that she mentions
his name, anyway. But when she does,
she always stops funny little minute
before it, just as she did today.
could see she was wondering what
could be in it. But guess she wasn't
wondering any more than was, only
was gladder to get it than she was,
I. suppose. Anyhow, when she saw
how glad 1 was. and how 1 jumped for
the letter, she drew back, and looked
somehow as if she'd been hurt, and
said:
st did not know, Marie, that letter
from-your father would mean so
much to you
don't know what did say to that.
guess l didn't say anything. I'd a.
ready begun to read the letter, and
was in such a hurry to find out what
he'd sal1
I'll copy it here. 1t wasn't long.
It was like this:
MY Dear Mary:
"Some way Christmas has made me
think Of you. I wish I had sent you
some gift. Yet have not the slightest
idea what would please you. To tell
the truth, I tried to find something
but had to give it up.
II am wondering If you had good
time, and what you did. After all, I'm
pretty sure you did have good time,
for you are Marie now. You see,
have not forgotten how tired you got
Of being Mary. Well, well, I do not
know as I can blame you.
"And now that I have asked what
you did for Christmas, I suspect 1t is
no more than a fair turnabout to tell
you what I did. suppose had very