the dining room together.
prove it now," she said. "Oh," she con- Miss Ellen came In late, for it
only leveled your have been unlike her to have stayed
tinued, "if you had
ridicule at me aloue! But father, poor away. In a perfectly natural away.
see she told them I had been called
am glad be will not
colothat last letter. He wonld hardly think Bud begged me to stay, and the
nel and Mrs. Turpin made me promise
that one funny."
night was a disShe looked at me. and her eyes sud- to come again. That wonld not' play
mal one. Miss Ellen
denly seemed to blaze with scorn and
and soon went to her mom.
next morning. Bud remaining from his
"Yes, I see It all now. and the wonMiss
der is I did not see It before. It was work to drive me to the station. hall,
Kllen bade me farewell In the
he whom yon described as a broken
my hand. As the
down aristocrat who descanted on but avoided taking
wagon turned into the cedars I looked
politics and wrote pieces to the paper
telling the president bow to run the back, and only the colonel and Mrs
government It was mother who dress-?- Turpin were standing on the porch to
1 hardly spoke
In wornout velvet gowns and sat In wave me a farewell.
Bud on the way. but
itate at the dinner her daughter had to
any one should get III
cooked, and it was I who cooked the promise that if
at the Pines he would write to me at
nocdinners and played sonatas and
1 found a letter
turnes for the amusement of ouv once. At the station
from the managing editor telling me
guests. God. why did I not see you
was the clevas you were? Yes. and these are the that my last contribution
had ever done
erest bit of writing
hands," she cried in anguish and scorn,
paper had advertised anholding them toward me that I might and ttifcthe
other one for the following Sunday.
see them, "that have cooked your
I tore his letter into fragments and.
meals for the past four weeks, and going to the telegraph office, wrote out
these are the same hands that played the following telegram and sent it:
for you while you smoked your pipe
Accept my resignation. I will leave for
and heard father descant on polities! the west tonight on personal business.
How poor and miserable we must have
I grasped Bud's hand, but was unseemed to you! All that I could have able to speak a word. I boarded the
forgiven, but you dared to soil my skin train and sat for hours, my head restThey will burn ing on my hands, wilb my face turned
with your kisses.
deep here." she said, pointing to her toward the Pines, my soul full of sadfingers, "long after your Ingratitude ness, with not a ray of sunlight In my
has been forgotten."
Ellen, for God's sake have pity!" I
(To be continued.)
cried. "I have laughed at your poverty as if It were my own. I am rich I
never told this to you before and
Porto Rico's New Wonder.
felt that the only use of my wealth In
Krotn far away Porto Rico come rethe future would be to relieve the burdens of those you love. This night-n- ay, ports of a wonderful new discovery
was going that is believed will vastly benefitthe
this very afternoon
to ask you to be my wife, from which people. Ramon T.
moment your father, mother and broth- Barcheloneta, writes "Dr. King's new
er would have been mine also. It was discovery is doing splendid work here.
this very poverty and the fortitude It cured me about five times of terwith which you bore It that have made
coughs and colds, also mv
me love you. After you spoke this aft- rible
ernoon I could not tell you of my love brother of severe cold in his chesi
and more than 20 others, who used
until I had confessed first that I was
the author of the letters which wound- on my advice. We hope this great
medicine will yet be sold in every
ed you so deeply."
"1 sm glad you spared me that last drug store in Porto Rico.'' For throat
humiliation. I can never forgive my- and lung touble it has no equal. A
self for being happy in your company trial will convince you of its merit.
or for spurning the hand stretched out 50c and $1.00. Trial bottle free. Guarto lift us from this degradation."
by all druggists.
Advertise"Squire Hawkins." 1 said In bitter- anteed
'It Is the only way you could ever entered
ARCHIBALD W. BUTT,
One of the Heroes of the
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by J. B. Llpplncott
The opportunity came sooner than 1
thought, for, the next day beinj: damp
and chilly, we remained Indoors, Bud
alone being forced to face the rain.
Mrs. Turpin had gone into the kitchen
to get warm, she said, for the sitting
room was damp and bad for rheumatism. I was only waiting for the colonel to go for bis afternoon nap to
speak what was in my mind to Miss
Ellen. Presently the looked up from a
book she was reading and siud:
"Father, there was another of those
letters copied In the Augusta papers
As I heard her words my heart seemed to cease pulsation. I bad never
known that they had seeu these letters, for they had not spoken of tliem
before, probably because they did not
want me to see them. My face grew
scarlet, and I was thankful that the
room was gloomy and dark.
"Yes. Ellen." he said, "even some of
our own people laugh at us when they
get rich, so we cant expect our enemies to do less. Have you got the paper, my dear? I had to laugh over that
last description of what we had come
to. It was very, very funny."
"Funny! Oh. father, to think that
you can see anything funny in such
misery as he depicted! The writer
does not see with the eyes of a gentle
man or else he is blinded by prejudice
or prosperity. How I should loathe to
be such a man! I did not want you to
see this last letter, father, so I burnt
the paper. It was too true, too true!"
she cried, and I saw her eyes fill with
She laid her book aside and went to
the window to mend a rent in the lace
curtain, but I thought more to hide
her feelings from us. "The writer
does not see with the eyes of a gentleman." With that one sentence she
had shattered to pieces every argument I had used to myself that day
in the room. She had not made use
of any choice rhetoric, such as I had
used to describe her, nor did she study
the effect of her phrasing, but with '
one natural sentence, spoken from the
heart, she seemed to paint me as 1
was or as she would always think of
me after this. I realized how far my
ambition had carried me and how low
my literary Instincts, as I had thought
them then, had sunk me. In the re
action I saw myself as others would
see me, and in my remorse I believed
that I had sacrificed her for some temporary advantage in my profession.
And I had fancied that she would understand, forgetting that her scale of
honor and truth was as far above mine
as heaven is above earth. In the silence that followed I suffered a lifetime of ordinary humiliation. To be
unknown and yet denounced was like
being alone with truth. My identity
should be hid no longer, and I resolved
to tell her that it was I she had denounced. As low as I seemed at that
moment, I was not so low as to take
her hand until I had confessed all.
The past month rose before me. and
I asked myself If I was indeed a pen
tleman measured from their standpoint At any rate, I could not remain
one and be silent
The colonel crossed the room and
passed out Into the hall. I got up and
stood leaning on the back of the chair
In which I had been sitting.
"Miss Ellen," I said, "I have something Important to say to you. It is
not what you think," for a pained expression came into her face. "It is a
confession 1 have to make."
"Yes, Mr. Palmer," she said and
turned from the window to face me.
The sun had come from behind a bank
of clouds and crimsoned the checkered
panes of glass, and her hair, catching
the rays that filtered through them,
framed her in a halo and to me gave
her the appearance of a saint. Her face
was pale, and her long eyelashes were
fringed with tears.
"Miss Ellen," I said softly, "It was
who wrote those letters."
For a moment she did not speak, and
when she did her voice seemed passionless.
"Then It was you, after all," was
what she said. "I had refused to entertain the thought even until you
yourself confessed it. Even now it
seems too horrible to believe. And 1
stopped speaking to my best friend
merely because she half playfully suggested that it might be you." She said
this more to herself than to me.
"Why did you not tell this to me before," I said, "and I would have explained
"Why did I not tell your she asked,
her voice breaking with anguish. "Because I thought you were n gentleman
and you were our guest It would have
been an insult to have mentioned it.
Such a suggestion would have been a
reflection on him you ridiculed and on
me, whom you would have made believe you loved had you dared to speak
the lie upon your lips."
"Love you!" I cried. "I would die for
6lol e Security $ Coan Comp
Squire Hawkins, whom you
would have insulted as you have us.
And to think that Just because I had
listened to him I believed myself unworthy of your love! You must ex- ie me now." she added in cutting
tones, "for I must go to prepare your
diuuer. I suppose there will be one
less to provide for tomorrow!"
She started to leave the room, but I
stood In front of her.
"No, I will not go. You do not
It was with love welling in
my heart that I wrote that last letter.
I had been ordered home, and I wrote
that letter that I might stay another
fortnight. After you had promised to
be my wife I would have told you all,
and together we would have read it.
and In the richness of the future we
would have laughed over it together.
No, I will not go. I will stay and
tell Bud and the colonel.
understand and plead for me. And
If you love me"
"If I ever did you killed
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ment you confessed to have written so
about one you professed to love, one
whom you should have protected and
have helped to hide from the world
that whic h she feels so degrades her,
instead of which you hold it up to
publicity and to the scorn of the world.
You cannot stay here longer.
force me to tell father or my brother.
That would be more than I could bear."
She put her hand toward a chair as
if to keep her from falling. I came
a step nearer, but she drew back Involuntarily, steadying herself and looking me in the face, and with a voice
vibrating with emotion said:
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"Don't touch me! I never want to
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Tearing his shirt from his back an
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The man was going to get mamu
He had sown his wild oats, and now
he meant to settle down.
good looking, a first-rat- e
favorite with men and women alike,
the Fates spinning busily had smiled
upon him at birth and had woven only
gold threads In the woof of his life.
For years he had lived the life of
the smart young man about town. He
had done the same thing In the usual
way, he had been neither very good
nor bad; in his own words, the favorite words of British youth, he had always "tried to play the game."
It was because he felt it Incumbent
upon him to play the game that he
decided to tell the woman he was going to marry of a certain newly closed
episode in his life. The consideration
that perhaps It would be as well for
her to hear the tale from him firsthand, instead of embroidered with lies
on a foundation of truth, as she might
hear It from Bome one else, may have
counted for something, too.
But the reason he gave himself as
he knotted his tie carefully before the
mirror on the fateful morning of confession was that he "must play the
"I hardly know how to tell you,
dear," he began awkwardly, standing
tall and perfectly groomed on the
hearthrug that afternoon. It's so difficult to speak to women
pure women, like you about certain things, but
the fact of the matter is, I've been an
awful rotter, Evelyn, and I feel It's up
to me to own it You're not marrying
a saint, you know."
woman in the big
big armchair looked up at him sweetly out of innocent blue eyes: "Dear,
I do know," she said gently.
He moved uncomfortably. "But it's
just what you don't know," he told
her, "that I'm worrying about. I'm
not thinking of cards and racing, and
things like that It's about women
I want to speak to you.
one woman." He paused, and bit his
"Ah!" said the woman softly, looking down.
"She was a nice little thing," went
on the man. "Not quite a lady, you
know, but very pretty and all that.
Her father drank. She ran
away from home. Hadn't a friend in
the world when I picked her up. Only
the streets in front of her. A good
woman like you, Evelyn, can't realize
what the horror of that means. . . .
I took a flat for her."
"Ah!" said the woman softly, looking down.
"I lived with her more or less for
three years,' 'went on the man, gathering courage from her passiveness.
"She was very grateful for all I had
done for her; she was really quite a
nice little thing. But, of course, that's
all over and done with now. I settled up finally with her today. I shall
never see her again. There was no
reason for you ever to know, Evelyn,
felt it wouldn't be quite
playing the game not to tell you."
"What has become of the girl?"
asked the woman, still softly and still
The man shrugged his shoulders.
"Still in the flat. I presume," he said
carelessly. "The rent is paid up till
December." His voice became persuasive. He bent down so that his face
was very near the colls of fair hair
wound smoothly round her head.
"Don't let's talk about her any more,"
he urged. "It's all finished and done
with. Now, don't frown, but just kiss
me, and say you forgive me."
"You're a very naughty boy, Jack,"
said the woman reprovingly, but she
let him wind her smooth white arms
round his neck, as he knelt beside her
on the floor. "Then if you promise
never, never to do it again, TO forgive
you," she said prettily.
He oaught her, flushed and smiling
to htm fiercely. "My saint!" he breath-- ,
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