Hyder weekly herald., 1932-04-09

I an invitation to be best man for his last bachelor friend, Clark Darlington came upon relic of his college days in the form of an old photograph frame.
 He sat before the fireplace in his comfortable room and held the old frame before him so that the light from the fire shone on the faded pho tographs of six girls. It had once been the fashion for college boys to frame theirs various loves thus: My witty girl. my pretty girl, the girl that ! adore; my winter girl, my summer girl. my girl alaS-no more."
 He studied each face, successively. Yes; Jane was my witty girl. She always had merry quip to greet you with or joke or story" he solilo- quized.
 The next face was beautifully carved out as cameo And Bertha was the prettiest girl l knew. No doubt of her right to that title in the frame. And perhaps l did adore Clara" He had passed to studying the third face.
 'Babs was a peach of a winter girl. Beth was light and frilly summer girl and"
 He had reached the last face in the frame-"my girl alas-no more." shadow had crossed his eyes. This, then. was the girl. Constance Hoyt was. alas his girl no more. and yet he had never found one to take her place. The cause of their quarrel had been trivial enOugh-her annoyance at his behavior at his senior dance. And he had detied her right to criticize him and had gone on tossing wild oats here and there until the girl would have nothing to do with him.
 He had rot heard of her for years. Probably she was married; possibly she was gone.
 When he retired that night he had not put the picture frame back in the drawer with the relics of his past. He had slipped it along the mantIepiece so that the photograph of his girl. "aIas-no more," was in the center where he could see her face at all times.
 For the next few days he was busy attending 10 last-minute duties of well-informed best man. Therefore, he had had little time to think of the former love whose face had recalled such tender memories of a lost TO- nance.
 It happened that the name of the little girl who was to carry the ring up the aisle on satin pillow was Constance. She was pretty tot and Clark quite fell in love with her at the rehearsal Of the ceremony the night before the wedding.
 "lsnt she doll?" asked the bride to-he.
 She's all of that. Where did you pluck her?"
 "Oh-she's the daughter of one of my old school friends. She's married since and-this is her wee daughter. Don't forget anything. Clark. Tom is so Mighty these last few days"
 The best man was the least nervous of the whole wedding party when the organist began to play the wedding march that should usher them into the church.
 All eyes were on the lovely little girl who carried the ring. She stepped gracefully along the aisle to the strains of LOhengrin's march. Clark watched her.
 As the child passed one of the low CT pews he saw her turn her little face up and smile. Clark looked at the face of the woman whom she had greeted and there. almost obscured from his vision by cluster of Ameri- can Beauty roses. was Constance-his girl-alas, no more!
 From that moment on he had no in- terest in Tom and his wedding. Here entirely out of his reach and more beautiful than ever he had fancied her was the only girl he had ever loved.
 After the ceremony things moved so quickly that he lost sight of Con stance But he realized that she would be at the breakfast and that no doubt he should have an opportunity Lo Spedh "ilh L1G Gu whether he dared to trust himself
 Almost before he had decided, he found himself beside her with her lIt- tie girl.
 "CIark-Ciark Darlington" she was saying, 1T thought it must be you"
 q had seen your little daughter" Clark said, awkwardly. "And-I have an old photograph of you in my room. Strangely enough, was looking at It not week ago."
 I'm sure it's lovely" laughed Con- stance.
 "YOur-husband? Is he here?" asked Clark. You must remember that do not even know your name now"
 Constance did not answer at once.
 Clark waited.
 "Poor old Don is Somewhere in