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. wK3Ba5aBBKB86JS8o vummi 7mfr'fM fmwimrmf&wzwtGX I i '.T 1 1 DyiWarScaton 0 r 1 'v- -.'.;'j.. : ,V?. -r. -"J ., ..'. , , ' .' , . . ..... , ..' .' , 1 , , ... , . "' - - : ' , -if , NhiuwayCb4eI?t .a1'' a tSmto to. the momink and some! SSwIfLii J!5?leteJamftn 8atln ftont . times-in the erening. SSSJfiySff'S P; "tubby tail on" At first Billy wanoVed: later.&e "Every letter of It, so please dont argue."- '. v, !v He liad rellnauiahed the ibke thfiorv. I can't," he said hopelesly. "You're No. ever." . : , Do you mean that?' he asked earn- broke the dark st- Here a: a mia " taniA tirfiiAf -bhs t. . j lence 01 tnejMace iamlle. f-. AiVoi.w fnr. t0, kh fn th h,,,v 2 nf Buf fhidA werrelce It did not seem probable that any one too unreasonable and illogical. lla ;0TwuT xrrB9jmmiV cnsn- would persist in a joke for six weeks ?1 IeV!!lLWit .ymmmM' wlien.tSre was no satisfaction to be 6n..,.UJfteTCeiltul iaild he icould orilv 1 v.tw deratftnd hfiransp vou're a man wt . - . ' T '. TT- k- 1 ' A Uv VITUU Ul LUC V IUIU UlUi lUab . " s T. V conQiude .hat sqm bad been try- she had wanted to know him and could "Five years., ago when you were In 'tQS-tO'Qlax'J'8tiqi$'.a.joiBtie8S loke. find no other way. BUly began to be- college I saw you for the first time. On the' third dajrAfter. wb4ch was Heve her, but he was not a vain man. Some, one told me your name and-- asunday, LokarL Miller's Japanese, and he wondered. and things about you. After that I woe hJmJErpm,Jiis morning doze with At the end of three months BUly was saw you a number of times in differ 1 rose took down the receiver and gazed meditatively at. the, wallpaper. Hello," be said.. . Is this Madison?" . " .- Ttbis Mr. William Lihdlay Miller?" It is," said Miller, and hi3 eyes, a summons to the . telephone. i,ct their meaitauve scare. iue; ojub, went; as a woman's, and it was unusually "Hello, he sald'crossly.' Ict. with a soft magnetic quality .'Good morning, Billy." ' i;( provoked an insiani interesu. &v JJlliy jumped. . . . . jjer next word Miller stiffened wiih 5 Qf course you-wion repognlze me." c-rphise. "I believe. I've rhead your vplce .T('s reauy xiiiy: xjaxij muici ; qu i uuutj ueiore- funnv hovr easy n is 10 ywu un i,c wire ' Until now you've always ecmed so far away so absolutery un sttaiDable." . Miller frowned. - "Who is this?" ho demanded sharply. riie voice rippled a little. "Of kind of a joke on me J 1 X 1 J. T 9A. i .11 . Ai - - enrrse vou d asK inai, oui 1 can t ten "w, piease aon't mfncan make- Do yu ble undei- the Instrument,' and the There was no answer, stand? - sight of It brought back all his trou- "Dear," he cried suddenly. Jr 1 dont know." ble with a rush. He took It up,'ruf- Only the whirring of the wires s- -.Then 111 put It plainer. 'I've, oeen fling thin, closely letered pages with sounded in his ears. He stood erect hundreds of girls, but I. never wished an unhappy frown. and hung up the receiver with a to marry them. It's only since I've "I'd call up every number In the white face. talked to you that I've ared tp think book If it would , do any good." ho He could not believe that she had wnat marriage might mean, I donct said, thoughtfully, and was about to rune' off for th lant ttmn vt h Mt chill fear that she had really dpne Three weeks passed, and to Billy each week was eternity . On an afternon in January he stood m the lobby of one of the big hotels. iinnnr 7 i-hw I'm jvu aio, rru.010 juu wo ui vui n uuwn again wnen tne oeii oe- a following. my own Instincts. Ill try wViof tr - w., t .f.. n A . a to explaiA those, but you won't un- thine- nr. what i h-twa n hi. . .- " A 80 Now will you meet me tomorrow?' I can't," said the voice faiutly. "Tomorrow," repeated Billy. T can't I can't." "You must,' he cried. 'Dear BIllyr no, no, no." There was Billy!' "Hello! I didn't suppose it could be you so late." I know. It must be midnight, but He leaned against a pillar, looking ul w,anted t0 8Peak you." Idly up the wide marble staircase. It inff i un:etevoT f lZlmt t0 kDbw y rrio likeT sob. moTnkTlwrn JacewLThronged1 wTtchly dres.! in his !athf0be-rvrawnhic. ti pantr.i fnnnH thsf hnr but I couldn't think of any way until e,uA -wn vh m i , ttCUl iu wbous piace was tnrongea wun ncniy dress- nn v -iTji: 'Ji, ' v rr n .ijxii . uU9uo u. .ncmwu. wre you merer ed mi calls had come from one of tne noteis meui'mw -wicawuxu iwepnonu receiver :.t the instrument In helpless "No." on the ".venue or a pay station on the tempted me. rage - j.ve heen tnmklng things over ever upper West Side, but his knowledge J was aIrw at flrst and I thought The following afternoon he went since ou Ulk last evening" did not help him at all. 4 i.- v S nd cpnsidred just to Dawson's Galleries. Why he went. "Are you going to meet ine" ' He felt that his position was ludl- naf. cnanc there was of my ever he could not have told, except. he was "No; I rang up to say Goodby'M T-nB 3V.a Irnonr V.ftr Via InoVeil lrnfiW meenDK 70U In tne natural COUrSe Of mnmH a fha rlKnmnino to 4a mntra1 ' "WhoH" xj, inavinicoc ypu tosrftmember. where he lived, knew everything about 1 aeciaed tnat tnere was to grasp a straw. "Goodby, with a capital I Billv One s mind Js; often cloudy on Sumlay horn. He grew nervous and restlees. abot one chance in a hundred, so I There he saw a girl in a big black for always." ' y VTV , jro "I saw you today." sne toia mm f"iT!,rl"f;,f A v "r"1 tt"u lur- nat, wnose glance was sortiy imper- "vvitnout my ever knowing any- close that she touched hia hand Bll- a neneve youre-a woman, so I'd oc atnnA crinrimr helnleaslv -aat cnance. nngi rhiv iaaV t tn wrm. thin- best not tell vou what t thint." iW rT r- """,7" t "But ringln you ud was an admt. 71Z . riuZ ' . rT- lys nngers cioseu over, something. - - - ' uiuj iuc tl liA Slli llLi . xuu iw. " , . ? - - v uci l uci c nao uiviuci nuuiau i v.au L. lie 1 U 11, ed men and women, continually pass ing. A slender figure came down the Btaircase and paused at the bottom trie figure of a graceful, well-gowned girl, whose eyes, shining lumlnoss through her veil, rested upon Billy. He saw her hesitate a minute, then she crossed the lobby, passing so Billy. "I suppose all this Is some WhTn drove south in a cab. sion and I can't deny what it implied, whn returned holdw hf hriirht n- that I Zrmr . ,7. anJ ere a a An, Hilly, can't vou understand? T'va ..JT "TT ' , DVuaic Ul """" iwmru uKrvea 11 TV SL UUUUI uuwa. mnA. j. , , . - .v.- Liuiiiu guc, auu UUlj BUUUUCICU iX3 think. tfiat,? it Tt ,ot bom wniv with a made advances which only a man can ho. nrnH awav vou because I'm no one you -ever saw. pleaded. "It thjeie is Any jok aJtiout miserable laugh. "Where were you?" malte with any decency, and consid- "She can't be like that," he pro cr even heard of. If we do unconven- this, It is all on me, and it's a very "Crossing the avenue half a block erln everything I shall never, never tested inwardly. "It isn't possible.' lionai luiugo muoi ..x... - u.mnauic juivc ucbi, a v,u i ifii above. . , ,, v" unu ae inrniea suaoeniy at tne mem you wnatat is, ana piease don't try, to "Will you be there tomorrow at the ,a ory of the voice with a sob in It." guess, via you wait ior me tne otner same hour? Then "What are you doing?" said the voice guardedly. "Looking up the number of the Bloomingdale Insane Asylum" 'Nonsense !There was another rip ple of laughter. "Is any one there with you?" Only a dogrbut he's very Intelli gent. Would you care to speak to tin:"" "No; I'm coming around. I shall be there in a few moments. Goodby." There was an unmistakable click. night?" "I was home .all the evening," said Billy, cautiously. "And who came?" "Nobody:' ' "Nobody?" ' "Nobody At all." There was a pause. "I said I was nobody," reminded the voice, gently. Billy hung up with a slam and went She gave the negative he expected ryou know I can't" "I know you won't,' he said, bitter ly. She had laughingly reproached him for not recognizing her in passing. "It was on Broadway," she said. "The girl was very pretty." . "My cousin' said Billy, bluntly. She was too pretty for a cousin. back to bed: He tried to sleep, but I hated her." could not. "I said I was nobody," re- "I hate her, too at times. I hate Miller grasped tne teiepnone excitedly peatea tne voice, insistently, "stun everybody tnese days. Decause tney re cared enougn ior wnat you saw to it wasn t ner voice, ne told him What!" he shouted. "Here, central, growled amy, ana turnea on nis otner everywhere and you re nownere. maite advances, wnicn, as you say. no seir, "ana i ii never try tnat again." don't cut me off, I want thxt person side. v , ; , "Of course; because I'm nobody again. Be quicix. iuu uui: dihuig iuia aa mo ouuxu6 vi aii- nuuuuy ui nuwucic lt you0!" ler's courtsnip. "Will you ever oe Miller slammed the receiver into tne it rang-up every two or mree aays, somewnerer . . I II I 111 If II I T WW u T m st r tr n 1 l . a m m iri: "r: . jjuu me senousiy in ieuers mat nasned a woman line mis. uut arter what you said name upon his consciousness. It was last night, we can't go on." not a name that he had ever known. But you can't end it now after a but the single word written across in whole year of of-r-." pencil was "Nobody." "Of what? Of nothinr at. nil Ynn vta m,i. o .n.h ,-.. - " aca.c my luv on uiai voice, tau i uure mr a mere voice, you ii qoors through which she had eone 'You 11 meet me tomorrow at Daw- he thought, and looked again at the soon forget all of it." A handsome stood against the curb son's Art Galleries." girl in the black hat. Suddenly he "I won't!" he cried savagely. "It A girl who had Just entered it leaned "Not tomorrow, or ever.' walked across to where she stood isn't your voice I love. I "know your forward. He stepped in beside her "I have something to tell you." before a large painting. He leaned whole personality. I can tell when the doors closed and the cab started "You must tell everything over the forward and looked keenly into hr you're sad or happy or sick or well, forward into the crush of moving wire. I can't meet you." face. You care, too. You said so. If you vehicles. "Very well. Are you listening ?" "So you came after all," he said. ring off for always now. 1 11 believe For a moment Billy sat motionless. "Yes." , "You're mistaken, I think," she forever that you did this for a vile His heart beat fast and he heard the "Then It's just this: You'll have to Bald, and turned her shoulder upon joke on a vulgar bet." girl beside him catch her breath with consider me some In this affair. Per- him. "You can't think that," she said, a nervous sob. haps you never anticipated the pres- Billy apologized and left the gal- gently, "when you remember some of He twisted abruptly, caught both ent situation. You saw me and you lery. the things I have said." her hands in on nf h'n and leonine "Then I'll forget them." forward, raised her veil. The eleetrla Very well; I suppose that is best light fell full on her wide pleading - TUl l.t " j a ... . . . girl should make. well. I ve only Late that night he left his club. The Say 'Goodby' Hilly." eyes and trembling Hds. With a low. neara you; out i care enougn now to. ciock in nis nan sttuck iz as ne no. satisfied laugh he leaned nearer. Somebody of be ready, as soon as, you will let me, closed his own door. His eye fell up- "Goodby." "Thank God, you can't ring off' he to make the most serious advances on the telephone book lying on a ta- "I tell you I won't say 'Goodby.' " said. ffiltr fflTIIITTThifflnmN xfTlTinimrffttHilKK Love Letters Th-ai-ftav'-Mae-Q.o-od '? Vv 7777777) Www Contributed. by Mrs. J. M. Y Precious Boy i want to have a lit tle chat with you, if it must be on pa per, and first of all SjiS how thankful I am JfvjaDL tnat 1 have you B&y&iisZj It is well some times to count our blessings, ypu know. Naturally, young lovers are absorbed in each other,, for when they unite their interests and efforts for their families their love grows to be very wonderful and grand and beau tiful. Our years have been happy ones to- getner. Sickness and tne Drier sep arations which business have caused are the only clouds we have seen. Isn't that something to be thankful for? And in our separations we have ex changed letters love letters each day. Aren't we thankful, dearie, we still have love' words and smiles for each other. Wasn't it fun when you won a prize of shining gold to hasten home to your wife and divide your fortune? Again, when by little, artistic handi work that we both watched given un der my fingers, while we sat together evenings in our cosey home, a mite as added to our treasury. Honey boy, thankful we are that we are happy in the warmth and glow o our own home when we can be to gether, and thankful still when we must be separated that we have not lost the art of writing a love letter. Your true and happy wife. . Contributed by E. B. H. Dear Unknown to the world, your memory still haunts me. It is almost a year I have been in love, hopelessly In love, for I fear I will never obtain what would bo my dearest joy. Although you do not love, and never did love me, my heart is yours yours for ever and pver. I love you as I would never;, love another. " You took with you my youth, my hearl, my all, which I had to offer you when you died. I still love you, and thoughts of you cherish, my heart. There are days, when I feel irty heart hs break ing; yen liv laugh with my com pany and pretend to enjoy life. Yet I am broken-hearted. Those who have tasted life and its trials know how I feel. Time drags with me. but I hope to find eternal rest in my grave by your side. My heart is dead, buried in yours, though you know it not. When you held me in your arms and told me of your love, I believed yoU and dared dreams of a future with you which was full of happiness. How can I forget you, but forget you I shall must is the angry cry. Oh, why do I love you? Oh, why did you make me care and then leave me? : :i Is there a reward for my love, or is it only to torture me. All Tny lone-. ly days come back to me, but my hap py days I do not remember. If I could only cry I might wash my decayed heart and .begin . again. My mother, lover, and tears have been snatched from me, but my life still lasts. I am so tired tired of everything connected with life I long to hide in the cold earth earth which covers all people to be forgottea. Yet I ask God to take me also, I am so misera ble. Your broken-hearted LETICIA. ' . .' Contributed by S. C. -L. Dear Love of My Heart-r-Oh, how am I to frame this letter to you, dear, dear little; precious sweetheart. Not for myself, but for you, is my heart bleeding with love and pity. Girlie kin, dear love of my heart, I have at last learned the truth. At last the doctors have given way to my wishes and have told me all. Beloved, I know, how wh,at is to come. It is from out of the valley of 4 the shadow that I am writing you now. It is on the threshold of .the "Bourne from whence no traveller returns." Darling, I have-consumption ; I dreaded it a long while, but dared still to hope that maybe God would spare us for each other. Oh, girlie kin, dear jirecious little treasure, the hardest task of all is to prepare you for this news. I know you never dreamed it could be that Oh, my darling, little bride of my dreams, whose dear image will follow me through my last voyage unto the re gion of eternal sunlight, the memory of whose love will be my shield and buckler in the fight that is to come. God guard and keep you. God lift up the light of His countenance upou you and give you peace. God com-, fort and protect you and help you to" be brave in this, your hour of crud est trial. Dear, try not to dwell upon that try to realize your lover is only pass ing Into "the other room," hidden from your gaze a little while by the curtain of mortality then dear, there is no parting, there . Sunday is visiting day here iu the sanitorium; come to me then, dear little heart, and we will be happy in the short time that is left us. Oh. girliekin, I always thought death was so awful, so terrible. No, no, 4t is not so, for unto such as I are given a little gaze on the mysteries of the Lord eternal. Dearest, it is not awful at all, just a feeling that soon "The Laborer's Task" will be o'er, and tired eyes will close in that sleep from which only He can awaken us. Wonderfully peaceful is my heart dear one; it Is only the thought of what you, love of my heart must be suffering in the ordeal that torments me. I had hoped so much but the will divine, : must be accomplished, and we have His own promise pf life eternal where no tear shall dim the eye of man. Now I must ask you to forgive this poor, shaky'-Metteis iayi haaL grows unsteady nowadays. Once more I pray God to bless you and comfort you, dear angel of mine. Yours for all eternity. BEXIE. Contributed by E. M. P. Dearest It' is way past midnight but I cannot sleep without writing you a few lines. It seems ages since we parted. Ages it seems, although it was but yesterday. -Dear heart, day by day, hour by hour and week by week, as long as life endures, shall I love vou. I long for the day when you, with the rest of the troops will return from the field of battle, tri umphant. I dream such dreams both asleep and awake constantly, and were it not for these dreams' I could not sustain the ache and longing in my heart to be near you. I gaze with a feeling of pride on the ring you placed on my finger. I press it close to my bosom and close my eyes, and before me there is a vi sion, lt is twilight Again I am standing out by the holly with you. by my side and you are crooning words of endearment and I am listening with bent head. I cannot find words to voice my thoughts, but my ej es speak volumes. You place the ring on my finger and clasp me in your arms and again I hear you say: "Until we meet again." The vision fades. I am alone, alone in this world of unsat isfied realities and longings. But remember. "Until we meet again," I am yours, whether it is in this world or the next. I had but one heart and I gave It to you. I have but one love and it is yours. The body sees, feels and dies, but the soul knows no death and love comes from the soul. So remember, dear heart, no death can part us. I am yours both in life and in death. Lov ingly yours. E. L. H. --- Contributed by S. A. E. Pear Philip Do you know" that while sitting here alone in our little "Home" tonight, my thoughts have been of "you" and our. married life those few beautiful years we spent together and now we are separated you in Europe I here. O, my dear! how sorry I am for those bitter words I spoke to you. How well I remem ber that look on your face, when you said, "Is it true that you no longer love me?" And I answered, "Yes" you went quietly out and next I heard you were fighting In the trenches. 0! Philip! Philip! How little did I know my own heart! for these weary years of separation have taught me that "I do really love you." Can you ever forgive me and when this war is over return to me? If a stray ballet should find you, dear, how giad I shall be that T wrote you this letter! But I pray to God that you will return safe and well. Now 1 must close, dear, "and may the Lord watch between thee and me" when we are absent, one from the other. Your loving MARIE. Contributed by II. A. C. A copy of a real letter written to a husband by a wife six years after marriage. My Darling Husband I have just laid cur Mtle Maxine down to sleep. I received your beautiful love letter on the 18th, the anniversary of our wedding day I thought it splendid that I had so many dear words from you on that day. Six years have gone just think . '. . dearest! How lovely to me you looked that evening as you stood by my side ap pearing as manly and noble faced to me as even our Rev. Mr. P looked yes, I compared you with him in my mind, and you were his equal in my eyes equal in goodness, purity and sweetness. Well, I was more of a girlish wom an then. I wish I was still the ideal little lady you once thought me to be. I have not been so lovely a little wife as I would liked to have been, I'm so full of faults. Never mind! 'I want to be good" as Dicky says and we both want to be good, don'tvwe dearest beloved Tomsy? Now, darling, do you remember how we used to pray in the beginning of our married life that God would make our married life an ideal one? I pray so still. Well, sweetheart our baby girl is crying and no one but her own dear mamma will satisfy her, so, dearest sweetheart, good night with as many kisses as you .want. Lovingly, your little wife. MARIE. Contributed bjfJ.lt Dear Heart Sitting here in the purple twilight I am living over again in my dreams the nights of the' long ago. The spell of those nights are upon me. How sweet the red roses were that one, wonderful night when ypu told me you loved me only. I shall never forget the water. How it shimmered and sparkled below us. I can see again the terrace flooded with soft, pale moonlight. But, clear est of all, my true love, I can see a face dearer to me than my own life. Ob, God! what a sweet, boyish face --3trong, tender, pleading. Oh! how could I send you away, boy, when, even then, deep down In my heart, I loved ; you so? But the world was calling, darling, and I I answered its call. Boy, dear, I have learned my lesson. It was a hard one. Oh, so hard, and . so bitter! I won all, but, my God, how I suffered! I found fame was only a mockery. I'm bo tired of all the world can offer. Dur love, and you, beloved. My heart Is sick with longing and my arms are aching aching for you and you only, boy. I need your caresses, your love, yourself, dear, as you were in those days of the long ago. I want you my boy, my sweetheart I want you. Dear heart how I need you. ' Forgive all. my boy, and come. LOtS. Contributed by A. L. S. Dearest Genevieve I feel pained and sad at the indifference which you manifested toward me last "evening. I am not sensible of having offended you, unless, indeed, you are displeas ed at the very depth of my affection. If I have been too enthusiastic in my love, pray forgive me. All my words and actions have come from the heart. Alas! my dear girl, if it is an of fense to be able to appreciate your lovely features, your captivating con versation, your fascinating grace of manner and your touching candor, then have I committed a grievous one. But you are the most generous of good girls, and I know you will par don my fault. I will endeavor, in the future, to act my part with more dis cretion. You know that my whole heart Is yours, and that a frown upon that dear face clouds my very existence. It is then that I feel my weakness. If -you knew how unhappy I have been for the last 12 hours, I am sure you would pity me. I will come to you again this evening, and may heaven direct you to receive me with gra cious 'smiles. Till then, farewell. LEO. 'A rW"'' VWfff7fW 'A 555Wii5i555555555 'M!r,rfffmmM vffrMffJiiMrrtMM''&0 9WrAvy 'yy YLVIE BOYD, hurry ing homeward through the chill fall rain under an old umbrella, came to pause suddenly at Brainard's fash ionable show win dow, which glowed like a jewel under asn of color had arrested her. Near- and nearer the window she press 'i' gazing at the rose-colored gown of e ax lady that was Brainard's pet faction. It was the simplest of "pe gowns, yet there was charm in fry clinfeing fold of it. A' black- "lred girlr in snrh a cm-urn KorsAlf t Queer littl e shivers crept up her back er her Rhnhhv TilonV aar-rra nnat "Ther heart beat fast. For. a mo ent she had a vision of ecstasy. She as wearing the rose-colored gown, a the Prettiest girl in the room, 2,7' Keene was telling her so. nose touched the chill plate- tow 80 violently that she crashed braf. a ycmnS manwho had no um- --v. qo iiviug io Keep out oi wet hv cii; i j 1 lcs your parfiou!" she mur mured. "Oh! It's you, Jasper." His hat came oft and his plain yet rather fine face lit with a smile and tinge of color. "Good evening, Syl vle," he said. , "Let me carry your "Oh, no Jasper. It's lard to fry the fish in. We didn't know we were out and mother told me. to hurry," Sylvie sighed deeply. . "Well. ..All hurry along now." : j - r,. "And I'll go "witn yu And carry the lard." He took it from, her firmly and shifted the umbrella over them both. It was the 4:goin-ijomeV? Jjoiul and the streets , were full of people. Be fore Oswald's drug store a shiny, new car whiried " up td; the ourb and : a young man sprang out i As he "swerv ed to avoid them his eyes lit on Syl vie and passed from her, to her com panion. His smile of recognition mad Syivie wince cruelly. 8he was glad when a few ; more steps, took them into the long, dark side street out of ight of everybody. "That wasEarl. Keene. wasn't It?' Jasper asked, curiously. "I wonder how it tfould f eel to be As Tich as they say he Is?" , . Sylvie did : hot answer. They entered the dark high old fashioned building, , wjkich had begun by being somebody's home and was now a common boarding house. There was a dim red light in the hall and a smell of vegetables and roast meat Sylvie deserted Jasper and hurried to the kitchen, where her mother, large, aproned had . flushed. Was ordering Mary, the maid of all work, about. "You've got back at last, have you?" she cried angrily "I thought you'd forgot what I'd sent you after. Mary, get that fish into the spider and hur ry it all you can. Now, Sylvie, put on your apron and finish setting the ta ble. And the next time I send you on an errand in a hurry see that you get back.". . . , For the next hour Sylvie had no time to think of anything save how quickly she could .make the trip be tween dining table and; kitchen . with out slopping , the contents of the va rious dishes she carried. Mrs. Boyd's house at present was full of boarders, ahd dinner as the event . of the day. Sometimes as she flew Sylvie caught Jasper Flint's eyes. If Earl Keene had looked at her so! The very thought of Earl Keene made her. heart heat faster. It seemed to her that nothing hut the pink dress would re store her in Earl's estimation after his having seen her with Jasper Flint and that package of lard. After dinner Sylrie helped M ary with the dishes, as was her wont "Mother," she began timidly, ."there's the dearest little dance dress in Brain ard's window. It's only $1475. It's rose color" ' Mrs. Boyd, turned upon her. "So that's what made you late gaping at Brainard's Window! Just let me tell you, miss; you'll have no hew dress to wear this winter. If . that white voile ain't good enough you. can stay at home. You get something besides dresses and parties in your head right away. I ain't rushing this boarding house .and slaving myself to death Just" to buy fihery for you. and keep you in idleness and luxury.". "Oh, dearJ Oh, dear!" sighed Syl vie. ."rve started her going' 'J- ; Next .morning jas. she passed Brain ard5s 6a her . round . of errands she saw that the pink dress had disap peared from the wlhddw. it hid gone to make vsome other giri happy. ; ; But' when she returned home Mary, all excitement, met5 heryin the hall. "Oil, Sylvie!"; she cried. "I knew somebody's going to be the happiest ever r G& .right upnd ,see what's ' in your room!-' : - , : . - Where Sylvie opened the door arid saw what lay u"pon her bed she turn ed so white that her mother thought who was going to faint "Oh; mother ! " she gasped. "You did get it after ail!" Mrs. Boyd wa3 not given to any dis play of affection. "No, I didn't," she replied. "And that's what beats me. 1 can't imagine where it came from." "Ma7be there's some mistake' Sylvie faltered. " ' "I guess not. Your, name was. on the package plain enough. Maybe your-Aunt. Helen sent it She might of " ' "Yea, she might." Sylvie said eager ly. "It's.: the same little frock I saw at BrainardsY mother. I'm Sure It is. Oh,, if Aunt Helen did this I can never thank her enough." . . "Humph t said Mrs. Boyd merely and walked out of the room. The frock fitted very well and when that evening sylvie, glowing like a rose colored light, drifted down the stairs, she was glad that Jasper Flint stood in the hall below to see her. He looked ; jpale; and tired, she thought She felt a sudden gentleness toward him. "Isn't it a dear?" she asked. "My Aunt Helen sent "it at least - I think she did. 1 don't know who sle would do such a perfectly lovely thing.. I'm so happy, Jasper, tonight" "Glad to hear it, Sylvie," he An swered. Then, as a siren summoned; he7 took her out and put her Into the car with Marjory and Maud, her cousins. . It was fairyland, that party, to one girl at least Earl Keene danced with her tour times, but when she looked into his face she remembered some how Jasper Flint's, with Its strange, pale," tired sadness. It came to her that Earl Keene meant no more by her than by Maud or Marjory or a dozen, after all. "I'm ah old, contradictory creature," she thought. "Yesterday I believed that to' hive this dress; and dance with Earl was "all I should eve want on earth." Today I have iny wish, and I'm wondering hAt gave Jasper that unhappy look!" - T . . Going home m tns car three Sleepy girls talked over . the party. "You dress was awfully pretty." said Madd. "Where did you get it. SylvieT -f, "Why; ,;Maud,'t t returned Sylvie. "You know or your mother, does." "Yoti . dbn't thinks she gave it to ybfi, do ybh," when she Wouldn't afford new frocks for us?? tried Marpory. Sylvie did hdt srje&k. again until she said good-night. Bher was struggling with niystery-And Overcoming it. v When she entered -the house she saw through the open, sitting room dcor Jasper Flint at the table with his papers. It was no unusual thing for him to, sit up until 2 o'clock to work or study. He looked' up as she stood in the doorway. "Good time, Sylvie?" he inquired. Sylvie went to him. She put her hand on his chair and looked Into ihs eyes. "I want to thank you for this, Jasper," ' she said, and touched the rose colored gown. . , He took a deep breath and his face was as pale as Sylvle's was rosy. - was presumption, I know," he falt ered "but I overheard what you said to your mother last night and I hoped you wouldn't find out I thought if If I could help you to hap piness, Sylvie " "You have!" breathed Sylvie. "Then It's all settled he " "Oh!" cried Sylvie scornfully. "If you mean Earl Keene why he doesn't want me and I don't want him", Jasper was on his feet "Sylvie! Could you care for mer "Yes, I could," whispered Sylvie, against his dear, rough shoulder. ' : O Ostend Pa, what is a "bond of sympathy?" Pa A very poor investment, my son. It never draws any interest from the public "I! A . A -.) ''I; 1 1' , 1 .t I v ; .... v-:fca: f1 :J,
The Wilmington Dispatch (Wilmington, N.C.)
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