Pittston Gazette

              Kxtahllnh.-d lHftO. ) VOL xlix n». o. t Oldest Newsoaper in the Wyoming Vallev PITTSTQN, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, SEPTEriBER .6, .89T A Weekly Local and Family Journal. jai.oo • tmt . Id AdTiBM. oouia never be. j in a laud where 1 shall be alone and "I told Olga today I loved her. A line, lonely I'm going to work thinking of and she is going to marry me. You and you. After tonight I may not see you I will be relatives soon," he said gayly again for years. When I am fit, I'll and pressed her hand. come back, and I may say to you then. There was nothing to tell him. She Anne, what now I must only whisper was cold and in darkness. She remained from shadow and without a hope. I apparently quiet while her heart seemed love you. You are more to me than cloves by a sword. She said everything oreed or church or prayers, for you've he expected of her, aome of the phrases done what these couldn't. And I love quite prettily too. She even laughed you for yourself, apart from this altowhile the mirth was dust on her lip getber. I love you, Anne. I love you." and David unreal and terrible to her. His voice faltered. Anne rose and After a long time he went away, and faced him. It seemed as if chords in she sat like a dead woman, yet curious- her soul bad been struck harshly that ly, painfully alive to one thought. She night, but in Bome insolvable way a had loved him, and be had passed her wondrous harmony had resulted. The by. Olga had won her happiness. The yearning sentiment which Donald bad apathy left her, and she sprang up, her always inspired in her rose to someeyes suddepjy wild. She hated Olga thing more. In being hope, desire and and envied her bitterly, but only for a strength to him there was a responsibilmoment. Through all her pain she reo- ity of joy and pain she oould pot wholognized an unquestionable fatality. The ly accept, yet would not repulse. She reason of her failure to draw to herself gave him her hands, her mouth quiverthe man she loved lay somewhere at D ing like a child's. Her eyes were all the large root of things, in darkness, tenderness and confidence. beyond the knowing. success "I dou't deserve a Jove like this, "she as just as inexplicable and iiupcrsouaj. said seriously. "How little I deserve it I The bittiar fact she could face and must Hut I'll remember, Donald." acoept, but nothing else. She sighed and looked at him intently. »eu expected until morning, and his coming made a sensation. In a twinkling he was in the midst of the old life, finding at that unexpected moment a score of questions to decide and the usual turmoil singing in the air. He flung himself into the work, his disappointment about Anne almost forgotten in the earnestness of the hour. "A Circlc in the Sand," morning ana now alter a oold plunge and a cup of tea I am sitting in a white morning gown and my hair bangs down my back in a long plait. Are these details satisfactory? I have a big buuch of roses in theoopper bowl you gave me,and tbe bell of the French church is calling the people to worship. Oh, it's good to be at peace with everything created! Hours like this are the heaven of my week. Woman is a luxurious animal, and when she spends six days with discipline aud routine as I do she is very apt to go to pieces on the seventh. Behold me, then, late, I'd have scarcely anything but my interest in the paper left. Do you quite realize now where we stand? Do you know what it costs to live as we've been living? I've been very generous with you, Olga. You can't say I've denied you anything even when I should perhaps." rrom mat lb saving yourseii!" And she clung to him. "Save me, David! Promise yon ■will!" ugnts around mm. mow ne xeic im D atone. As be beard Olga's step be rose and faced tbe door. She came with mot light word of greeting on her lips, bat it was not spoken, and she remained in an advancing pose, her eyes upon him. Tbey presented a violent contrast, creatures of different worlds, it seemed— Frivolity looking on the faoe of Pain. "I promise," he said iu a tone which set her apart from him. BY As be crossed the terrace to the open window he trod on tbe flower lying between them. ..... Jfate Jordan, But in tbe early morning, with the wet, first oopy of the paper iu his hand, he stood before her deserted desk. A sense of loss crept coldly over him. Would he never see her sitting there again? "Generous?" she said, her eyelids falling insolently. "I don't like that word. It's oat of fashion between busbaud h and wives. Wheu you married me, half of all you had became mine. I spent it as my right. If you'd interfered, you'd soon have understood that I held this view." CHAPTER XVIII. Author of "The Kiss of Oold," "The Other House," etc., etc. It was the evening of election day. Broadway was a jnmble of American types moving under a light fog, which made every street lamp a star in a veil. From the windows of tbe street car in which Anne sat she saw straggling processions giving enthusiastic party ories, politicians on tbe corners and ragged boys racing past with barrels and shatters which were to blaze later in splendid impartiality, no matter which side won. As Lady Teazle Olga wore the gown required for the qaarrel soene. Laoea and jewels were mysteriously arranged on the stiff pink brooade, her throat was like snow, and so was her high coiled hair; her dreaming eyea were made insinuating by a touch of cosmetic, a touch of carmine was on her cheeks. She was radiant, dainty, alluringly falsa j Copyright 1898, by the Author.] today degenerate, oat going to church, not improving my mind, not in a stiff oollar and guiltless of a hairpin. The new Planet gets on famously. I have a little room and a big desk all to myself. Proofreaders and others "oonfer" with me. Think of it. I feel quite a personage, Donald, but I think my expression is not ohanged in oonsequenoe. I go to the office every day and leave at about 8. Generally I write on my new book until dinner. Of oourse this programme is frequently changed. I go out a good deal aud have met lots of people who simply suggest "copy" With every turn of the head, oreated for Bo other purpose, I'm sure, than to have me write about them. Yes, I am still a "student of life." Will you never stop teasing me about that phrase? How often I think of the queer sights we saw together when you were directing my instruction. Didn't we enjoy them, Donald—that old Russian exile—I can hear his violin now—the first time I saw The Citizen's presses going like mad, the nook in tbe degenerate back street where we had tea and speculated about Pafis? CHAPTER XV. The old Temple mansion on lower Fifth avenue seemed to wink surprise from its windows at tbe changes which bad taken place within its walls for months before and weeks after its master's return. Stairoases bad been reversed, rooms halved or multiplied, windows made over and tbe furniture of many generations removed to make loom for tbe treasures Olga had brought with ber from Europe. She looked frivolous and winsome as she stood in the soft M;ht striking a long stemmed rose against her skirt as she spoke. David felt a mixed sensation of tenderness, pity and amusement seize bim at the thought that the right to her husband's purse was the only advanced problem Olga had been interested enough to attempt to solve. Despite tbe crisis of the moment and his sore heart, he was disposed to question her further. He leaned forward, letting his elbow rest on his knee, and, seizing the head of the rose she toyed with, held her so. ed tor David's vciioe. His steady, unao? cented tones came clearly to her. He bad returned and entered bis private office without passing through the editorial rooms. A moment ' .. CHAPTER XII. Mrs. Eriosson fluttered into the green and white room and stood before Olga. She looked like a quivering interrogation mark. Tbe night dews clang to David. Hia hair was wet and roughened by hia restless fingers. Each feature was sharpened from tbe rigors of fierce emotion. Hia sunken eyes, which bad scarcely known sleep for a week, were as doll aa if blindness bad oome upon them. "What baa happened?" Olga acked after that long, stupefied look, and then was fear in her eyes. She did not mora toward him. Her hand upon the baok of a chair seemed a carved part of it. "I've bad news, Olga." It was after 6 o'clock, and she was on her way to Tbe Citizen with a "special" on a timely topio David had asked her to write. She could have seat it down, bat tbe idea of going to tbe old place On this wild night when Newspaper row was a seat of war had been persistently with her all day. Tbe building in tbe upper part of tbe town where she now spent her days was quiet and had a rarefied editorial flavor. It was not as dear as these slimy, orowded streets with offices as oonfused as anthills in nearer neigbborbood to tbe sky. Limelight and the smell of grease paint will awaken numbed longings in the mind of an actor who has forsworn the buskin, and tbe same fascination drew Anne to Tbe Citizen tonight for a taste of the old life which bad tbe savor of salt. "Why won't yon go to see Irving with the Kents? The invitation has oome at the last moment, but you know they got the box puexpectedly, su you needn't fancy you've been asked just to fill in." "I thought yoo'd be go ~»»d, pausing beside her. His eye- were uo- j usually bright, a cool oolor from the storm was on bis cheeks. "I'm goliig out again in a moment and will go up When completed at Christmas time, it was as beautiful «« rare ruga, china aud geuniue antiquities could make it. Since her earliest memory Olga bad never been given a penny to spend without the accompaniment of a oautioii to use It to the best advantage, as there were few to follow. Later her insatiable need of luxuries beyond her reach had been gratified by the mounting up of bills, bnt the unpleasantness of debt had followed and eaten half the pleasure. As David Temple's wifq ghe found herself for the flrst time able to Qommant) uinuey, and she spent it. luxuries became needs, fashionable rivalries troubled her, and she lay awake devising competitive extravagances. It was her amotion to be not only the JDeauty pf her set, but a famous beauty and the most talked of woman of her time. Celebrated belles of the past bad found a place in history either by their splendid gallantries, wit or by the originality of their capiloea. town with you. I just oamedown to see Farley," and he crossed to the night editor's desk. She surveyed Olga with pleading eyes and irritated air. Never had she seemed so purposely provoking as now, lying before the window in a steamer chair, •aim, attentive and polite. Unconscious of time, she sat still until voioes in the ball and a knock at the door seemed to come from a long distance. Nora, half asleep, entered witb "I'll remember all you've said." But when his eyes grew more wistful she looked away. It was after 2 o'clock wben Donald "But I don't agree with you," he said quietly. Ten minutes later they were on the streets together. The snow stung their faces, settled like a mantle over tbem, and in capricious skeins half bid the a letter- A pipssenger boy in the hall was rubbing bis ears with his mitteued hands. Anne opened the envelope without ourlosity, but tbe words aroused her, and pity for something besides herself passed over her face: Mr Deah Annr—Can yon come to my place as soon as yon read this? I'm afraid it's all up with poor Joe, and he keeps talking of you. Do come with the messenger. He won't live through the night. I dare not leave his side. Donald. left her at her door and said goodby. (She watched him down the street aud saw him stand once in the drifting snow and look back. She went slowly up tbe stairs and into the sitting room, where the fire had been kept bright. A mooking presence seemed to greet her. Just within the door she leaned against tbe wall. There was tbe snow padded window, tbe curtain drawn back as her band' nad placed it. By the fire was the chair in which "Ob, 1 suppose you'd have doled me out dollars if you dared and made me keep an account," she said. "Perhaps that's your view." "Bad news? You speak ooolly enough, yet look—oh, how you look! Have you seen a ghost?" "I'm not going, dear," said Olga, nettling herself at an angle which brought added oomfort and turning the fashion magazine she had been reading face downward on her knee, "because I'm lacy, because this dry cold makes my noae an ugly magneta"— blinking eyes of tbe crowd tbey passed through. Shivering newsboys blew ou "No. As I said before, although you do not like the word, I am generous. I would give you haJf my income, or more perhaps, but your right to it I deny." She roused herself and went nearer the fire, but her curious eyea kept watch upon him. their fingers, crouching under the stairs of tbe elevated road, and white capped tamale men presiding over their oopper cans like magicians over a flame sent their rolling ory from tbe shelter of doorways. "I have seen a ghost," David said in tbe same Blow tone; "one I've long feared." "You have furs"— "I can't argue with you. I only know what I think." "Because I hate the theater in the daytime, am sick to death of Mrs. Kent and her knobby beaded son"— Yon see what your command to talk about myself has done. I have talked of nothing else. Did yon get the papers I sent about the dinner and ootillon at Olga's? I oan't tell yon how beautiful she looked. Why, by the way, do yon think David isn't happy? Why shouldn't be be? He has married the woman he loves and is able to surronnd her with the luxury she requires to be oontent Perhaps be woqld prefer not to be the husband of a society beauty on whom the lens is always fixed. In fact, I know Olga's display mnst jar upon him. But be is wise enough to know that no life holds all. If be loves her, the rest is mere detail. If he I don't know, Donald. ©»vid is a man to hide well wU«« be wishes to hide and have an inner life without a hint betraying it. They act in society as do all people with a proper idea of form—pay not the slightest attention to each other. Let us hope the tone of David's letter to yon was only the result of a passing mood. It was a critical day. When she left the car and made ber way among the crowds around the oity ball, she became aware of conflicting excitements in tbe air. There were packed masses gathered early to wait for the first election signal lights on tbe big buildings. There were others pressed against tbe great newspaper barracks where bulletins in black capitals told of unexpected and appalling failures and fortunes lost It seemed to Anne that the confused noises of tbe warring earth must at last besiege heaven as a sob. "What do yon mean? Too are ridiculous. " The trains wer* crowded at that hoar. It was necessary for Anne to take a seat far from where David stood, and she oould only see his big sHfculders beyond an intervening dosen. By the timq her gate came in sight after a difficult walk the storm had reached crescendo, and they were breathless. "Can't yon tell me wby you thinV Anne looked at the clock. It was after 11. She beard the wind shake the David Temple bad sat. She saw the book on which her elbow had rested m it?" "Well, I married yon. I've given np my freedom for yon, made your life mine; therefore everything you possesa should be equally mine," she said insolently."I faced the ghost of myself, Olga, for a bitter hour tonight''—and he drew her quickly to him—-"the ghost of what I must be in tbe future. It baa no likeness to my past or present self. In making its acquaintance I suffered, but I had to aooept it, and so must yon, dear, so must you." "Olga* you'U simply drive me distraoted by your indifference.'' "And because David Temple is ooming at 5 o'clock." window jn fury, she saw the snow she listened to him move3 like a tremendous curtain west- In the shock of Joe's death and Don. "Ob," with a comprehensive gasp, "is be?" ward, and a groaning stole in from the night. The silent room became sud- aid's unexpected words the memory of the bitter hour spent there had been "Corae np to the fire for a moment," ■aid Anne. denly unendurable. crowded back. Now it started into full "But in beooming my wife do yon make me your debtor?" "I asked him in last night." Mn. Ericsson dropped into a chair and folded her bands in her lap. When she stepped from her doorway with the boy, the wind, as if recoguiz- life, and apprehensive disgust of the days to come nullified other feeling The age she lived in did not view the first with the palliative wink belonging to the days of Charles II and Louis  the second waa beyoi$ be?; hut a startling outlay flf money by a beauty tif gixxf position oould create a heroine in this money worshiping time. "You are Splendid," Smedley Joyce said to her, surveying her with monocle held up. "You need splendor. You're the very one to Bet the pace in soolety. We have no social suocessea beru worth mentioning unlaw { except myself. But yoq pnn trtcome leader and attraot rivals. That sort of thing gives verve to society. The day will oome when American society will not be tbe vapid thing It ia now, and even self  nontraveled Franoe tnll »t Wit hare heard pur uamen. Yon are beautiful, young, rich and a capital actress. Use yopr gifts well, startle by your originalities, make a feature of the drama in the drawing room, spend all tbe money you oan command in a way that will create notice—do these things, and yon will be a success." "Well, something of that sort" Sbe paled tinder ber rouge and ber eyes were frightened. Sbe let bin lift "But you haven't dined?" "Hours ago. It's almost 9. Come in. I've seen nothing of yon for a week." "My dear Olga"—and David looked at her with wise and tender eyes—"yon are not tbe first woman who has made that mistake. Just consider the matter from a reasonable point of view." "Olga," she said seriously, "for the past month, ever since Smedley Joyoe's tea, be baa been following yon about You've encouraged bim, whether for ing her affinity by reason of the storm in ber soul, welcomed her with frenzy. There was relief in bending her head against the blast, in feeling the flakes sting hei; face to burning life, the sense of being \C*eded had comfort in it. pud the purposevf ber errand surmounted for the time the other dull, iusisteut ache. The street where Donald lived was in the heart of the business center and mournfully quiet. The lights in high tenements and old fashioned lodging houses fliokered on lonely stretches of snow, traffic wqa {puttied, and people passed as if with velvet shod feet. within her. "Ob, to forget, to forget, to forget I" She flung off cloak and hat and sat down at her desk before tbe  Her lips pet and seemed to have beeu brushed with ashes. Her eyes were shut beneath frowning brows, Hbe would forget—bmo must. She oould not bear the days to come unless she did forget. Before her lay the portfolio holding the pages of her neglected novel. Scarcely knowing what she did, ppened it and tie* hands upon the leaves. A phrase here and there oaught her eyes, the name of tbe characters she had cre- " Jnst for a moment, then, if I may. Besides, I want to speak to you of Donald."At tbe entrance of The Citizen building an electric light as fierce as tbe politics of tbe paper blazed upon tbe moving crowds. It fell upon many faoes, all earnest, strained, or preoccupied, and on one as familiar to Anne as ber band. David was among tbe number coming down tbe muddy, stone ball, and sbe made ber way toward him. She looked out at sea, her face expressing rebellion and unbelief. Mf /Jggj And it was of Donald they talked, yet something in David's tone thrilled tnd bewildered Anne. He had been suooessful in his interview with Donald Sefain, had flnng the first plank across the chasm between them. But content for that did not explain the light in his face, the passionate air in his whole presence. He seemed reveling in unexpressed exaltation. With $ foolish stirring of the heart Anne Wfes oooscious of it and waited. "Marriage should be a bond bringing as much happiness to a woman as to a man. I asked yon to marry me because I loved you. I supposed yon came to me as gladly for the same reason. Had I thought otherwise nothing under heaven would have made me accept yon as a wife. I didn't want a sacrifice, I didn't want to buy you, and if either of these things has happened I may count myself a wretched man. Therefore at tbe beginning we stood equal in love. Loving each other, we married. We were unequally mated in regard to fortune. It waa all mine. Do not misunderstand me. I was glad it was so. But why should half what I personally possesa become yours when a" third or a fourth is more than enough for yon to be extravagant upon? Perhaps because you think you've made me happy? Weren't you as happy to be with me? Or perhaps because you gave np your freedom to share my life? That should be no loss if you loved me, dear. Besides, loving J'ou, didn't I gladly surrender a wider iberty? That equal division as a right of which there's been a great deal said lately ought, in my view, only to exist under two conditions." But a second glanoe brought ber to a standstill. Sbe read consternation and despair in bis obanged face. As he pushed his way toward tbe door without a glance either side she waited in anxiety till he Bhould reach her and she would know what grief had altered him. But his eyeB met hers blankly as be passed on without a word. And now to talk of yourself. I hope yon are keeping well and feel more happy now on that sleepy plantation. I feel so happy when you write with courage. Try not to be homesick. The sketches you sent are beautiful, and you are right to keep up your sketching. Anne dismissed the messenger at Donald's door and entered alone. From the many small apartments came sounds of the life within. Through one open (ransom where tobaooq gqiqke gnr]od She heard a German's voioe, raised in argument, roll out, "Bismarck I" In an- ated. A deeper attraction for the work avoke in her, desire for sleep departed, and she felt alive to her finger tip$. Sbebeptgvff pages, *nC4 ifer pen haltingly at first, but by degrees a new desire dominated her, and nothing but tbe thought and tbe word born As he talked be leaned back with eyes half oloeed. The pose forcibly reoalled the first day she saw him, when he bad tried to prevpnt Jier heopming § pewspaper woman, the flung back shoulder and half closed eye, the loosened lock of bair clinging to the forehead and giving a boyish touch to his faoe. Then be was a stranger, treating ber like a too ambitions child. Now he was David, sp familiar, so well understood he was like another self, and she loved bim. "Do you mean there it nothing leftt Ton own thepaperT' she asked impatiently. her passive arms and kiss ber tenderly, and still by ber half darned glanoe bt knew she was waiting for the confirmation of her fears. Anne hesitated, gazing at the angle where he bad disappeared; then an irresistible desire to hear him speak foroed her back to tbe street. Sbe followed him, tbe "special" forgotten in ber hand. You are unfair to say I don't misa you. I do indeed, and think of you often. Write a happy letter next time. I'll look for it. Tell me more about the busineaa and don't be disappointed if yon can't make money as fast as you'd like. Yon are sure to win if you are patient. With good wishes from my heart, Anns. other room a girl was laughing unrestrainedly. Farther away the reiterations of a banjo were like punotuations on the silence. The meaning of ber presence there struck Anne afresh and sharply. One room of this big house was silent, set of the thought was real to her. All else had failed. This power in herself was strong and true. Though ij other delights forsake her, this neve* -vould. Her cheek waa gray, and light had gone from her eyes, wbose 'shea stiffened tears. But sht. was p'o longer unhappy. The drifting mists of that strange dawn fled qnder tbe full sunlight and hef ptilj writing. "Well, about David TempleT" the laid sharply. Olga laid the lesson to heart Her country houae on the sound, purchased from a falieq millionaire, soon outdid \a oost and display her town houae. Her next oraze was for borae*. and aba bad ■tables built witb stalls of oak and trimmings of eopper- A ohio Marie Antoinette boudoir on tbe upper floor waa tbe most biaftrre touoh, and a small musicals given there attracted the reporters of society goaaip. "Olga, many fortunes were loat today. Men rich yesterday are poor tonight My dear, my dear, I'm so sorry for you, so sorry to say it—I am one of them." fun, as you call it, or not I don't know. Bat people say David Temple is not a marrying man and to have him loom up like your shadow wherever yon go will jiaift ycnfr cbadbes.1 It oertemly will."' "Think so?" and Olga drew a loose strand of jiaif through ber fingers. ''I fcnpw It. You're very perverse. There's Bob Peschal)es making § too] of himself over you, a man with one of the largest fortunes"— He was suffering from some shook, and fear made riot in her thoughts. Confused ideas of on happiness in bis home, disaster, the death of some one dear, the loss of faith, crowded one another in ber mind as she hurried on through the mist ber eyes upon bim. There was fright in this last thought tonight. She seemed wild and strong but chained by one invisible thread | her own making. While she listened -David she found herself endeavoring I explain to her pride the yoJuntary i render of her heart to this man who apart, although no si%ixe\ of blood "Poor?" tte word drawled from her, and sbe drew away, ber brow bent Ilk* a child's over a task. He oould an tbe pulse going rapidly in her throat, but other than this she displayed no feeling. CHAPTER XVII. A money panic not wholly uulooked for fell upoq tbe country. Railroads went finder, stocks fell, banks failed, and in the depression ruin was written after prominent names. Others, while holding an apparently unchanged position, had lost heavily and expected the worst CHAPTER XIV, Sbe noticed that nothing attracted bis attention, not the rauoous cries of newsboys, the arrest of a thief or tbe bulletins heralding disaster. Inhabited by a storm which drew bis thoughts inward, he walked with unseeing eyes. And Anne followed him, conscious only of the ache in herself and the desire to be (tear bim. So they swept on, two Moms in the human stream, now in shadow, now in light until Newspaper row was left well behind and tbe big bridge was reached. Seven mouth* h«4 passed between David's marriage in April and the foggy afternoon when be and Olga with some other hundred sou In arrived in New York on board the Luua^ia- Dr. Eriossan y/t*n at (he wharf to Thejr were to dine th vt night en fi*ni||e at the old house w W«verjy plttoy, "Anne can't be with ua" said tb« old man regretfully as the carriage took them up Broadway. "Her old home in the country is without a tenant at present, and she's taking jyst there- She's *r«£iflf too hard. toy steadily, night and day." "She's a f6oi," said Olga from her corner, where she sat wrapped in furs to the nose. "She'll be used up in five years." "So we are poor?" she said mora emphatically. " Will you tell me about it? I hardly think I realise it It doesn't seem possible." not and never might love her. She produced at her own faou»e an old comedy of frankness to create ■i ijenaatiou among her familiar* and make the curious of humbler status ache for a sight of her. She made sensational hits by unique methods of bestowing oharity. She became one of the most talked of women in New York. "I am curious to hear what they are," said Olga scornfully. "Where a wan of fortune is mad enough to buy a woman as his wife, aware that she has no love for him"— "Well?" "And a fool. I'm not exacting when millions are appended, bnt I draw the line at him. Don't talk of him any more." thought of the optimism in natural lection and tbat It might be unreciprocated.She seated herself at the table and took her chin into the embraoe of her palm. As she did so the diamonds on her wrists and fingers flashed under her eyes. She spread both hands on her knees and thoughtfully gased at them. Poor, while these stones made her flash radiant, and laces holding years of the workers' lives rested under bar fingers. It seemed impertinent, impossible. Tit she knew it was true and in bar own way faoed the inevitable. She was only following an old la' Other women had impulsively and David was one of the latter. By August he found himself but a little way from the edge of disaster. The calamity stunned him. He thought of bis uncalculated expenditures, of Olga's insatiable demands. After seven sleepless nights he went to Newport, where, unmindful of her empty country house on the sound, Olga had rented a cottage. They had an interview on the big terrace fronting the sea. By this time they had reached the condition of dull domesticity when they saw each other, She looked fully at her mother with open criticism. lently loved men whom hearts had been to {hen). ' " * His-fingers stole up the flower stem until they olasped hers wistfully. - t'Hpw Uttle jrop understand me. If Fon knew anything of character, you'd have seen long ago I must be prond of the man I marry. I need not care a pin for him, but because of brains, family or personality with wealth, I must regard him as a prize and have other women envy me. D'ye see? Now who'd envy mCj Bob PeephsUt*—Wyo audt* heaven?'' C ' ' T * David lived with her, watched hef- Every day he learned something new of the shallow, ae|C peqtered nature masked V? a loveliness which despite his rea- She knew that David was lndifferei He permitted few people *» aoqua) »"• L»_ SM •» "Or where a woman becomes a mother," he said very softly. "Olga, the woman who accepts and makes beautiful this responsibility might rightly command not half, but all her husband's fortune, though she bad been a beggar maid and he a king. They are not equal there- Then she has sacred rights. She becomes a divine mystery. Then he might well worship her. His heart's blood should not be too dear to spend for her. Do you understand me, dear?" ance with hia Ultimate self. Ho soui Anne understood the feelings which had urged David here. It was the solitude whioh a lighthouse lends above a ooue. Yet do man bad more friends. Pete in the office, to whom from gfai unconcern be bad never spoken a ki word, felt privileged in some myster. on? •ffbaq ouijJMiiMioiieg w carry Lome a parcel for him. Donald, In spl' "Tell me just what yon mean," aba •aid with oomposure. " What have you lost, and how?" " Sbe gave a conclusive shrug and returned to tbe magazine. Her motber looked at her and sighed impatiently. "Well, about Pavid Templef" she (aid sharply. of the untoward ciroumstanoes of their lives, loved him with all his heart. It was not strange, then, since David Temple was a man whose yvas a positive who owned the passive supremacy which steals from {be recorded Jives of Napoleon and Dean Swift, that one woman should have oome still nearer to him uninvited. She seemed defending her weakness before an invisible jury and was aoquitted. He went into minute particulars so that no part of the truth should be hidden from her. He told her all as gently as possible, but held out no false hopes. Aora, half atleep, entered with, a letter. showed on the door. J09, fhe wan pipktjf boy, had become a personage faith all preparations made for a mysterious and final journey, and she bad oome to bid bim an impressive farewell. At the bead of the stairs she paused. A tread of the room beyond and the soene to follow came upon her, and she half turned away. David felt heart gtow warm at the mention of Anne's pame. The old life would be delightful again. He bad lost many ideals during the loug honeymoon and now longed for work, the rush of The Citizen's rooms, where discussions on life's verities shot to and fro like a weaver's shuttle. He longed for a sight of Anne at her oorner desk with bent profile or cheek resting in her hand. His marriage should notalfcer &e friendship which had been in its way more satisfying, as it sorely was rarer, than love. A oomvade of a pretty, olever Woman was the best gift q maq eculd have in life, he Aqne would pe glad fo have him back- She had missed him, for she phose few friends, and none had been to her lUte WUB♦'tell n»e pfeout Anne," he said eagerly, while he gaaed with pleasure at the familiar street scenes framed in the carriage windows. "She's well, isn't she?" She suffered his fingers to cling to hers while she continued to look at the sea. There was prayer in the hand clasp. He was trying to read her thoughts. Her bosom stirred a little under its laces, ber eyes were almost tender and doubtful. But a shade settled upon her beautiful face,and with it came decision. The rose fell from her lingers. It was an account of fail- "AfDd what about him? He's coming at 6. I'm going to pour tea for him, which he'll pretend to drink. I'll see be thinks me beautiful, which I am, as well as a great many other things whioh I'm not." " And why did you go into these ventures, risk so much?" Olga asked, a judicial light in her eyes. "In an effort to be too rich,"and folding bis arms be nodded sadly at bar. "You remember the day at Newport*" he oontinued, "when you begged me to leave nothing undone in trying to get back what I'd lost? I tried to keep my promise to you, Olga, and I failed." "You know well enough what I mean, Olga. ¥ou 01111 be so provoking. Why don't you answer me?"' "A splendid chance," David was saying when she gave him her undivided' attention again, "u, chance not to be had every day. partnership tutu be had for an ateurdiy small amount, you know, because tbe Englishman who is outting it all sickened in tbe climate and wants to get home. Btt Donald, assisted by the good bnsinesn men 8til| in the odmpfany, oould make" it pay.' In Brazil"— But Mrs. Mulligan oame down the hall, and under the unsheltered gaslight Anne saw on her {ace resigned sorrow 6f the old. ' ' "You go 4o extremes, David," she said, with a tolerant smile. "When we have children, later—some time or other—I won't ask your heart's blood nor want to be considered a mystery. I'll be oontent with a yacht or a house in London or something thoroughly practical, as you'll see. I'm going to drive. Will you oome?" "Ton haven't asked me anything." "Does he mean anything?" she asked angrily. " What do vow meant' otted fkiyld. soning subdued him still- He oould have checked her extravaganoe, controlled ber. He preferred to d« neither, for be knew in blooming her master her fear of him would have to be the weapon in bis hand, her secret hate the result "It's ye, acushla," she said, with a long sigh. "Well, poor Joe's gone." "Save me. David! Promise you will!" darling sea. The city lay beneath a pall of vapor. Light came hazily from the peaked shadows of houses, seeming from this height the pitiful abode of earth grubbers. Searohlights from towers, crimson lamps on street cars far below, wavered on the fog, and the adagio of human life sweeping upward was an unsyllabled moaning as if from the heart of a giant Tantalus. "Do you mean there is nothing left? You own the paper?" she asked impatiently, and added with something of desperation, "Don't you own the paper?""Yes, be means everything." !'pa* he said anything?" Auq a look of rapacity made Mrs. Ericsson's' eyes *giy. She ppened the door showing tbe  room, {kmald at the windovf,~his head bowed, and Joe's spent body outlined on tbe bed in majestic and eternal quiet. ' "Not exactly." Donald turned and came quickly to Anne's side. Ha held b« hand iu silenoe for a moment, His fortune was a splendid one. The actual money spent, great though it was, troubled him little, but Olga's sen sate desire for spending helped to reveal her to hinv Her vanity, which she took 90 pains to hide, was a oontinual affront. "It teems immensely stupid to let your affairs get «a muddled," she said. as seldom as possible, and had intervie wa David was tenderly considerate. He went into the most tiresome business details trying to simplify them and make her understand. She scarcely listened He knew that by the expression of her quiet eyes. He urged the need of economy. She shrugged her shoulders with a tolerant smile, but offered no resistance when he spoke of selling the country bouse on Long Island and the eccentric stable. Secretly she was tired of them both. "No, I must go back to town tonight,""No, I hold tb« controlling intent, but I must sell it." "Why?" "Then how can you tell? You oply fo. You've thought so fteforq (in(J been mistake!)." "Brazil? He'll have to go to Brazil?" she said nqceftaiqjy. •'You haven't been listening to me." And David leaned toward her. "Where do you suppose tbey grow coffee, Anne on Staten Island? Really," he said urgently, "nothing will help Donald like getting away from New York. If it's bard to cut the old associations here, it will be just as hard to form new ones there. At first fee wouid' not listen $o Vie, 'Would'nCit let me lend him the necessary money. If was a struggle between us, and I assure you, Anne, I humiliated myself to bin)." t'Does be waqt tq go nowtf' "He wante to try—glad snreq to stop sketching for awhile. It need only be for a few years. He will give up brain work and unoertain hours for a life de: manding physical energy and.syster atic habits. Did I tell you, 'Lm " mot* softly, "he's to let me seni^ik., jjtcgo, Joe Evans, to my old nurtp Jn"Cwmectiputt The climate down there would finish tne little ohap in a wink." He started up and took a few steps up and down. "I never can forget my visit to |iis yooms the othef night and tne eight of the sick boy there. Donald is a queer mixture of good and bad, isn't be? He's done wbat I never oould do, been vicious as I never oould be, but he's made life heaven for one creature, urged to it by a humanity which I scarcely understand." "Then we've finished about this tiresome money business?" she asked, lifting a pair of long gloves from the back of a chair. "I suppose I shouldn't have asked you to come," be said, lifting tbe snowy oloak from her shoulders, "but Joe wanted you. Only a few moments after the messenger had gone be died." There was a defiant, unhappy smile on his Hps. "His reprieve was lived, wasn't it? And J had meant to make him happy. *1 was not permitted, yon see. Perhaps I was not fit." •'Don't — don't — Donald" -r? And Anne, vpable to say more, sat down begldp tbe hod. The room was silent. Mrs. Mulligan bad stopped tbe clock, and the hands fiinted to the last moment of Joe's life, be old woman who had so sincerely loved tbe waif drew the cloth to the sharp chin and stood like a figure of fate, drearily nodding. The boy's face wore the look qj 'fixed appeal with Which tbe dead oan disarm even hate. "Oh, yea indeed 1" said Dr. Eriosson, with a bright smile. "Why shouldn't she be? If, as they say, a woman thrives on admiration, she's had quite enough, to turn that dark tressed head of hera You know abbtit her book." ' HlCa Is it finished? You don't meaq she's had her book published? She did pot write that tut of t»ews. I call it sly Of h«r." "To pay debts—mine, yours. There are plenty of them." "And then?" ••J feel it." " Why not? I've used my eyes to good advantage, mamma, though I haven't seemed to see much. Women have stopped running after David Temple because he'B been given up bh hopeless. Suppose Twin him? If any have doubted my power they'll (Jotibt no more." Beside he inspires a delicious sense of Tear in mo.'' As for what he is"—and she extended her hands—"show pie anything rich. The position he  at thp head of The Citizen, representing Its brains and money, is tbe nearest thing to a title te be had in this ooun* try. More than this, he's ambitious, and he'll keep advancing. He may go into initios, be tLe president—wno knows—and I'll make things hum at the White House." Sbe rose and in passing her motber drew her band teasingly down her small, worried faoe, flattening nose. "How would you look, dear, between two foreign diploft State diqner? Just Jibe ft pussy pat," she }augbed merrily. "And how would it like to |ook like a pussy cat?" "And you'd marry him?" "We have if I've made yon understand our position," and be passed bis hands over his face in a distracted way. When the street soenee were left behind and the river raced beneath the bridge, the voice was the same as the eity's in another key. Wave slipped into wave with sighing, and the water torn by churning boats gushed in a rippling minor. "Then we'll have to learn oourage." They never quarreled, seldom disagreed. Olga Wfta ftffeotionate, soft, gentle a* of old Nq man oould be insensible to ber charm. But David divined how quiokly the amiable smile would have changed to stolid dislike bad her whims been interfered with. She went ber own way serenely, no soul in ber life, none in her kisa loving nothing in the world save her own white and perfect body. "I mean," she said distinctly, "what will you do after ycra let The Citizen go? Ton haven't any tools to sharpen; yon haven't any trade to fall back on, hare you?*' "You really mean we're in danger of beggary?" she asked, with sudden passion. "Do you mean that?" «3&ust I go over it all again? Don't you believe me: Don't suppose I'm trying to terrorize you. What I say now is the simple truth, and I'll say it clearly, leaving out all the technicalities of a business explanation. In the present crisis more than half my principal has depreciated to almost nothing; a good deal has been lost. Supptfft the rest goes?" Instead of noticing the mocker? of aer voioe ne sua simply: "Perhaps she doubted its merit, its reception. Sbe doubts no longer- There are plenty of books chucked at the publio, but snJ-iom oue like hera Everybody is recommending it to everybody else." In (be shade between tbe towers David paused. He stood with folded arm a and looked -ick to where the lights on The Citizen building flamed like great stars. The pallor of his face, the contracted brow, the long look fall of dejection, told of absolute surrender to despair. "It seems immensely stupid to let your affairs get muddled," she said in her soft voice, "but you'll pull out all right. Men always do." "Ob, but I havel I've thought it all out Journalism ia my trade. I'll aak for tbe managing editor's post when I sell out, and I'll get it" David was conscious of troths, yet ohose not to, s«« them too clearly. He willfully doll sighted. He did not oare to think, decide, aooept. Why fight the irremediable? Why ? lunge bis mind in shadows) Why face ie («ct that in the most serious relation of life he bad committed an amazing piece of folly? Rather let bim aocept Olga as she was, not the woman of his iwpasaioned fancy. Let him demand only what she could give aud learn to subdue his hunger for an existence she oould not be part of nor understand. Let him refrain from fathoming the muddy shallows of her soul, by degrees need her less and draw around himself the comfort of an irresistible indifference. Better so for the p«aoe of bis life. "You don't understand, Olga. This is no passing breeze. We are In the midst of a storm, and how it will eud Qod aloua (cnowa The Citizen is safa I am the heaviest stockholder there, and if the worst comes I can sell my interest." "How interesting, David 1 What Hilary goes with that work?" "This is great newa Do yon hear, Olga?" Anne watched him, while passers by eddied between them. She longed to ■lip her hand into his, to know she was desired and necessary in his life. Her throat ached, her heart went wildly ont to him. Bat all desire to make him ooDscions of her presence left her. He bad come there to face his grief alone. He had no need of her. She turned away and left him to his implacable thoughts, the solitude and night. "Four thousand a year." She received the words in silence and stared into the fire. David, smarting in the grip of an unshared sorrow, stood like an alien on his own hearth. Never bad he read her so successfully. How little he was to her ever—tonight nothing. She had never loved anything in the world except herself. She never would. It was torment to expect from her more than she could give. And yet she was so convincingly fair to believe her oold made nature a liar. But Olga was  ''Morgan did a good thing foe himself when he got her for The Planet, didn't he?" asked Dr. Eripssou. "You'll miss her on The Citizeg. * • He faced her. His lips were set in a line of endurance, around his eyes were the haggard traces of care, the thick lock which fell over his forehead had a grayness which aged bim. It seemed to him that had she been capable of even a little pity she would have oome to him, taken bis face in her bands and kissed him. "A wttd night lo die'" sighed Mrs. Mulligan, striking her palms softly together. "He was a small galoot* to go lav alone. Poor Joel Ye'll never bonld me yarn for me again. I'll miss ye, 'cnshla, sore I'll miss ye." Breaking into yobs, she want out. "But the worst won't come," she said slowly and looked up at bim from under her shady bat with an expression not unlike hatred. " What do you mean?" asked David. MI don't know what you're talking about." "You'd better face what might be now. I hardly know where I stand." •'But yo« knew A«ue was no longer With The Citizen." "No, I didn't." He spoke coldly. He was antagonized by her tranquil selfishness when he remembered his nights of suspense. She pursed up her lips and considered a moment. When she spoke quietly, there was concentrated meaning in her tsnes. "Don't be childish, Olga." Mrs. Ericsson rearranged ber nose and rose testily. "You've evidently made up yonr mind. Well, I'll be glad when it's settled »f)4 the "train of keeping np appearand is over," "Anne, I want to speak to you." "She wrote you ten day*—two weeks CHAPTER XIX. As he watched her his heart grew heavier with a new defeat She was his The words were a breath and spoken over ber shoulder. She half turned, when Donald's baud was laid upon ber arm. ago." When David reached home, it was after 8 o'clock. He went at onoe to the library and touched the bell. "I didn't get the letter, then." And David sat back, making no effort to hide his disappointment- "But you'll oome out of it all right," she quietly insisted. "Fortunes go up and down. Other men have been in awkward places lots of times, but they have managed to escape unhurt, aud you must do the same. Bertie Ogden was telling me only the other day that when things were lively in Wall street and some men failed it was the time for others to seiae the opportunity and make money. He said it was like vultures battening on a wounded bird. Suppose you batten a little, David? Or are you too conscientious? I wish I understood business. I'd tell you what to do." "I shouldn't like to be poor again. I don't think I'd take that condition of affairs calmly. It seems to me I'd do somethiug reckless; I don't know what.'' She went to bim and olasped ber «rms, bare to the elbow, around his neck. Oontlnnmt An P»«» 4 He stood before the fire and stared info it- Xherp w»w « line between bis brows, bis glanoe was heavy, and Anne knew he was thinking of himself and wbat be lacked as perhaps he never bad "Has Mrs. Temple gone out yet?" he asked the servant. "No," be said quickly, "don't look at me. Let me say wbat I must here." " After learning the particulars be was silent, tie could not realise Anne was gone, and with her to a great extent the influence in his life be desired and loved in the purest sense. He longed to see her again that night. There was muct) b" wanted to talk to ber fb°»t- wanted her to uo*ue down a room ahd weloome bim. He wanted to hear her brigbt aooount of the multitude of inoiden{« which had happened during the months be bad been away. She bad a pretty trick when talking of bringing her fist down upon ber knee in the most gentle way that had always reminded him of a flower striking its head against a wall —be wanted to see that, and ber uplifted face, and to hear her quick laugh. He had felt a similar but less intricate craving for a cbum at school after the division of the holidays. But sometimes a memory would trouble David Temple and leave his heart sad. 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I "ANCHOR" STOMACHAL boot for I 1 yi Prrrnt iim?» i yoo only wouldn't worry," said Olga placidly. "No, sir. Mrs. Temple's dressing. She's almost ready, sir." "Ask her to stop here on her way t i ' "No* worry?" flashed Mrs. Ericsson from the doorway. "And where would you to and how woqld things be with yoi today II I didu't Worry fo find tome way of liakiug ends toeet? I'll fay,"''Thank God,' when it's ended." VAfl4 I'U 'Amei?,'"jaicJ pig*, mow eaipuariiB than was usual wM to- ' His dark, Agonized face was bent above her as she sat in a waiting attitude, her eyes on the silent clock. A look of hair lay on her nhoulder, and Donald's Angers touched it stealthily daring a moment's pause. before. He sighed and moved so that hit elbow rested on the (pantel. When down' nf A1mm af»« uv Q«in (be light as from a heart satisfied which It little while before had puzzled her. "Anne," he said in a musing way, f'du I seem unlike myself tonight?'' She nodded. She oould not move her "Do yon love me at all still?" she asked earnestly. "You don't love me as you used to do, but do you love me at all?" He sat down before the fire. The grip of his fingers upon his knees showed nervous intensity, his eyes were strained. out." "How can I say I want to?'' he asked helplessly. "But I needn't say all. You know what you've been to me. Anne, this room holds all my worse than useless life fjas known—you and what was Joe. His eyes are forever slosed, the first whose worship I felt I leserved. You don't know what that meant to me. His look was like a waiting pardon, no matter what my sins. " He bent bis Hps to her wrist, wad a terrible Badness came into hia eyes. "I love you, dear. I want to save you from pain " Overhead he beard Olga's light steps. She was busy with puff and powder box, preparing for the part she was to play at the Amateur olub that night. The role was comedy. It wonld be altered after hearing one word from his lips. eyes from biq. "Then don't become a poor man, David. Don't, in God's name I Do anything to get the money back," she said, moved out of herself for the first time. had poverty all my life, all my life. Oh, bow I loathe itl Yea, I loathe it! You think me selfish. I know you do, and I am. But I wouldn't really harm you or hurt you if I can have an easy life and not the gall of poverty again. I'm not a great woman, nor a particularly good woman, but I think if I were robbed of this life"—and aba looked into the rich, dim rooms—"I might be a hard, bad woman, Save me chapter mi "PBt do I |ike » p»nn who ha* eeme inte a rare inherltanoe? Do I? Yes, yes," he said quickly, "I want to tell you. You have been so muoh to me I must tell you now." He took the ohate opposite her and •gain leaned forward. Anne sat motionless, • heavy ooldness weighting bejr. "Look at me. I am in love at last, as unreasonably, as hopefally, M if I WeM 88." She stood up and shook out her mauve, laoy skirt. He saw she was pale to the lips. After the kisa of greeting she bad not touched him or spoken oue word of comfort or courage. And he hoped for these things still from ber, though since she bore bis name she had taken no pains to cheat him. At 8 o'clock it was mowing wildly. The city was like the wraith of what it had been in the morning hoars. Footmark! were wiped oat as won as made, and (be whirl of the storm filled the With eicitemeni. I, The bell in David "Sample's office was rang sharply. He looked restlessly toward the door. After his self communing on the bridge above the never quiet river the stillness of the bouse was tormenting; it seemed waiting for the crisis; the clock in the shadow beyond the door seemed a soft tongued watcher spying upon him. My Dear Donald—You want me to tell you just where 1 am and how 1 look whenever I write to you—a habit, by the way, which may make me very conceited. CHAPTER XVI She tried to lift ber band and speak, but be pressed it back, still avoiding ber gaie, "One needs money to seize the chance of standiug in a fallen man's plaoe," be said, trying to be patient. "What if I have none? If 1 paid our tremendous 4ebta whvob a few months ago it seemed , mis tnwilgWMlj. hnjwoaabJh to aocmnu- v ;C3 "Wbat I was to Joe, "be said, "you've been to me—that and more. The bond between as makes me know that in some dear sense 1 belong to yon—that 50a will be made glad or sad by what '-Ml |MM| Well. ly»wwlMftToDD '' The feeling strengthened during the night, and long after Olga had gone to ber first land sleep on a bed that didn't wabble he fonnd himself treading tbu stairs leading to The fAtizau oOcaa. if Wf Well, then, it is a wet 8\mday, bat soft and hazy as wet Jane days are. The windows are open and the big tree outside drips a harden of rain tears. The sky ia all vie*, with tha blna only Olga wonld soon come, and he would tell her all. She would suffer bitterly. But he oould feel no pity for ber, none for himself. He bad been eaten by anguish in the foggy night with the river t "I didn't know Mr. Tample'd coma back, "said Pate in dismay, sliding tM latest dime novel under a box. There was a second's pause. To Anne it was the ray between aspiration and