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A MESSAGE
FROM MARJORIE
By Nelli* Crtvey Gillmorc.
Copyrighted, 1009, by Associated
Literary Press.
Farrington turned from the bookcase
with a little gesture of annoyance. Ills
Shakespeare, of all volumes! llow
stupid of Thomas to have let out his
books without his knowledge or con
sent! Only last week he had missed
his favorite, much marked copy of
Itocbefoucault Presley had nabbed
that.
Rut this was a little too much. Es
pecially In view of the fact that “Ham
let” was playing that night and there
were a couple of passages he felt he
must run over.
He crossed the room Impatiently and
pushed the call bell. It was answered
ot once by the redoubtable valet.
'it seems still more of my books are
missing, Thomas. I am afraid you
have been careless. I can’t locate that
red calf edition of Shakespeare any
where.”
“You left orders, sir—begging your
pardon—to accommodate any of the
young gentlemen”—
“When I rushed off to Europe, eh?”
A whimsical smile made its transient
passage across Farrington's scowling
face. “Very well. I presume you are
right. I was a bit upset, I remember.
You may go.”
Ilut as the man started toward the
door he called him back.
"By the way, are there any book
stores hereabout ?”
“No first class ones, sir.”
“Any—er—first class neighbors?”
"A few, sir.”
“Good! Scrimmage around and find
me a Shakespeare before night and
lil”-
But Thomas had already disappeared.
*******
Marjorie nayward was just coming
out of the front door when Farring
ton's man stepped up on the veranda.
Ills request surprised her a little, but
she was very glad, indeed, to be able
to accommodate him.
She had a copy of Shakespeare some
where, she said, an old, battered one,
but his “master” was welcome to the
use of it, certainly. And with tills in
formation she went hack Into the li-
brnry to search for it.
What sort of people wore they, any
how, the new neighbors who had just
moved in the day before and were al
ready beginning to borrow people’s
she wondered good naturedly.
At last she came across the rusty
little volume, stuffed to overflowing
with old letters, clippings and scraps
of memoranda.
She held It up and shook them out
in a shower, a swarm of memories
suddenly aroused by the long' buried
sight of certain familiar bits of writ
ing, pressed flowers crumbling to
atoms, yet vaguely redolent still of a
dear, dead past.
With a smothered sigh she caught
herself back sharply from her foolish
reflections and returned'to the. door
with the book. Thomas thanked her
elaborately and hastened away. Mar-
waited till he had passed up the
short stone walk of the house next
door. Then she buttoned up her coat
and walked down the gravel path to
the gate.
• • • * • • ♦
Farrington took the volume eagerly,
turning the yellowed leaves with deft
fingers till he should come to “Ham
let.” But suddenly he paused, his
eyes narrowed curiously nnd his heart
gave a startled Jump. A brief extract
from “The Merry Wives of Windsor”
caught his attention. “Ask me no rea
son why I love you, for, though love
use reason for its precision, he admits
him not for his counselor.”
The passage was heavily under
scored, and below it were scribbled
in corroboration the initials “M. H.”—
“W. F.” They were hers—and his!
Marjorie Hayward! The name sent
bis thoughts tumbling tumultuously
back over the past, sent the blood tin
gling even to his eyelids. How many
years—nearly ten!—since he had called
that name. Yet how many days, in
deed, had it been absent from his
heart?
The minutes flew by ns be sat there
wrapped in meditation. At last he be
gan again to slip the leaves absently
through his Angers, when abruptly
they came in conta.t with something
alien.
lie glanced closer, almost indifferent
ly, and started again as his gaze rest
ed stupidly upon an envelope stuck to
one’ of the pages and addressed in
lull to himself—addressed In Marjorie
Haywmrd’s clear, resolute characters
half a score of years ago, when they
had both lived in the same little west
ern town.
Without a second thought as to
whether he should or should not open
it Farrington deliberately tore the let
ter from its in losurc and read:
Dear Walter—l have been thinking
thlngrs over, and. after nil. you mist be
right. I made the mistake and lam
WTilihg to aCsnowTtdgf^lT. We~fbve each
other too much, do we not, to let a silly
quarrel separate us for life? Come to me
tonight. I shall be waiting for you. As
ever, MARJORIE.
For an indeterminate space Walter
Farrington sat half stunned. What
had happened? What could it mean?
Had she changed her mind about send
ing tiie letter, or had there been some
oversight, some carelessness, in the
posting?
And Marjorie herself, where was she
how? Could It be that she was less
i than a block away at this miuute?
Terhaps she was married. Or was so
dead, and had fate chosen this ironical
opportunity to thrust an added misery
into his bitter memories?
Farrington was not a man to hem
and haw. He thought quickly, and he
acted with proportionate dispatch. He
took out his watch. It was almost
8. In fifteen minutes lie was ringing
the doorbell next door.
Rut he was destined to disappoint
ment. Miss Hayward had gone to
“Hamlet.” Farrington hurried down
the avenue that led to the playhouse.
Luckily, his ticket was to lie called for
at the box office. It was a good seat
and commanded a sweeping view of
the audience.
After the first net their eyes met—
locked—across the sea of faces in the
orchestra. The girl paled, flushed
and paled again. Then her eyes fell
away from the deep, ardent gaze riv
eted upon her.
After the play Farrington stationed
himself at the door, hut Marjorie left
by a box entrance, and he went home
with a sinking heart to a dream haunt
ed pillow.
The rain washed sky was blushing
pink when he opened his shutters at
C the next morning. The flowers made
a rainbow of color in the garden be
low'. and the air was vocal with the
matutiual chirping of birds.
Suddenly the door of the house
across the way swung open, and a
young woman In a trim brown travel
ing dress, suit case in hand, emerged
upon the porch.
Farrington caught a desperate breath,
i The northbound train left in twelve
minutes, and he was still in his bath
robe and slippers.
After Providence had thus delecta
bly tossed them together again she
was running away from him.
Seven minutes later, decidedly ill
groomed, he whizzed up to the plat
form of the G. and (1., jumped out
and sent Thomas speeding on his way
in the runabout.
Miss Hayward was just turning from
the ticket window as he came up, and
again their eyes met, hers evasively,
his with the old compelling power she
had never known how to resist.
“Marjorie!”
“Walter!” The name escaped her
unconsciously.
“I just received your message, dear.”
he saUl. “and that is why I am here.”
ne displayed to her bewildered gaze
the faded writing on the yellowed pa
per.
“Why,” she breathed wonderingly—
“why, I don’t understand. 1 wrote
you that letter over nine years ago
and”—
“For some reason which is not pres
ently apparent it was never mailed.
! See, the stamp Is uncanceled. I found
! It In the little old Shakespeare we used
! to read so often together.”
“And whkYi I have never opened
since you went away.” she Interposed
in a little tremulous whisper.
The engine hell raug. With a little
exclamation Marjorie started toward
the train. Farrington took her suit
case from her.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To Pittsburg. And you?”
"Wherever you are—always.”
And they stepped aboard the mov
ing train.
The Supreme Gift.
Man has no wings, and yet he can
soar above the clouds. He is not
swift of foot, and yet he can outspeed
the fleetest hound or horse. He has
but feeble weapons in his organization,
and yet he can slay or master all the
great beasts. His eye is not so sharp
as that of the eagle or the vulture,
and yet he can see into the farthest
depths of sidereal space. lie has only
very feeble occult powers of communi
cation with his fellows, and yet lie
oau talk around the world and send
his voice across mountains and deserts.
His hands are weak things beside a
lion’s paw or an elephant’s trunk, and
yet he can move mountains and stay
rivers and set bounds to the wildest
seas. llis dog can outsmell him and
outrun him and outbite him, and yet
his dog looks up to him as to a god.
He has erring reasons in place of un
erring instinct, and yet he has changed
the face of the planet.
Without the specialization of the
lower animals—Wielr wonderful adap
tation to particular ends, their tools,
their weapons, their strength, their
speed—man yet makes them all his
servants. His brain is more than a
match for all the special advantages
nature has given them. The one gift
of reason makes him .supreme in the
world.—John Burroughs in Atlautic.
A 600 foot wireless telegraph
tower in Washington is expretc l to
p! >ee the capitol in communication
■ - : fh the fleet at a distance of three
thousand miles.
THE PUIN Of GtISNES.
Its Transformation Into the field of
the Cloth of Gold.
It was a magnificent display wheD
Henry VIII. of England and Philip I.
of France met in good fellowship on
the plain of Guisnes.
The king’s retinue had been selected
from the noblest of the kingdom.
Wolsey, with his 300 followers, headed
the escort and was followed by dukes,
earls, barons, bishops and knights,
with their retainers. The escort num
bered 4/(00 horsemen, not including
the queen's escort, numbering nearly
2,000 persons and 800 horses. The
French king had an equally splendid
retinue. King Henry and his great
cavalcade were taken, on arrival at
Guisnes, to the magnificent palace pro
vided by Wolsey. There was an old
palace there, and Wolsey had estab
lished himself in that and erected
one for his king. The palace was the
most beautiful place imaginable. It
had so many glazed windowe that it
looked as though built of crystal, and
much of the woodwork, both inside
and out. was covered with gold. All
the way from the gate to the door
were row's of silver statues. Inside
the walls of the chambers and halls
were hung with magnificent tapestry
embroidered in gold, and the ceilings
were draped with white silk.
Rut Henry was not to 6peud all of
his time In his fine palace, for tents
had been erected on the plain, and in
these the two kings nnd their suits
were to lodge. The tents of the French
king were pitched Just outside the
walls of the town of Ardres and ex
tended almost to the tents of King
Henry.
The tents In which the two queens
were lodged were covered with cloth
i of gold, as were also the tents of the
ladies in attendance upon them and of
I all members of the royal families. The
effec. was dueling. Beautiful pavil
ions. hung with cloth of gold, dotted
the plain; banners floated everywhere;
fountains of wine spouted in the bright
June sunshine; horses, decorated with
j fluttering ribbons, pranced about ga.vly.
So gorgeous had the dreary plain been
made that it has become known in his
tory as the “Field of the Cloth of
Goid.”
What Is In a Name.
Ileinemaun, the European publisher,
once noticed two peddlers standing side
by side, selling toy dolls. One of them
had a queer, fat faced doll, which he
was pushing into the faces of the pass
ersby, giving it tlie name of a well
known woman reformer then promi
nently before the public. His dolls
were selling rapidly, while the man be
side him, who had a really more at
tractive doll, was doing comparatively
little business. A thought occurred
to Heinemann, and he tried an experi
ment. Calling the second peddler to
one side, “My friend,” he said, “do you
want to know' how to sell twice as
many of these dolls as you are selling
now? Hold them up in pairs, two to
gether in each band, and cry them as
‘The Heavenly Twins.’ ” toy vend
er somewha* grudgingly followed his
advice. It was at a time when Sarah
Grand’s famous novel was at the
height of its popularity, and the title
of the book was on every one’s tongue.
Perhaps it was merely luck, but the
heavenly twins dolls were an instan
taneous success, and within one hour
the vender of the woman reformer
dolls gave up the fight, acknowledged
himself beaten and moved five blocks
down the street to escape the ruinous
competition.—Lorln F. Deland in At
lantic.
A Comforting Word.
A woman whose colored maid was
assisting her In trying on a handsome
new’ gown the other day got a shock
when, after looking in the pier glass
and admiring her really handsome fig
ure as displayed lu the new garment
she remarked to the girl:
“Julia, all I need now Is anew face.”
“’Deed, Mrs. Dyer.” replied the col
ored girl, “I wouldn’t w r orry If I was
you. I saw a lady the other day no
better lookin’ than you are.” —New
York Press.
Time to Do Something.
Mrs. Minims—Mary, it was 1 o’clock
this morning when you got in. I
heard you. Mary—Well, ma'am, if I
was you I'd take something to make
me sleep better. I took my shoes off
down iu the kitchen and didn’t make
no more noise than a cat would. I’ve
been kind of worried about you for a
good while.”
Satisfied.
Mrs. Skowler—You will have to go,
Mary. I can’t put up with your im
pertinence any longer. I’m sorry I
can’t give you a recommendation.
Mary—lt’s all right, mem. My leav
ing alive will be all the recommend I
need.—Boston Transcript.
The fool wanders; the wise travel.—
Spanish Proverb.
Soldi igh —The elector says there’s
soir.< thing the matter with my head
sharp —You surely didn’t pay a
doctor to till you that!
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