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' —- ■ ~ " —, A LIFE’S ROMANCE By WALTER J. DELANEY - - (Copyrisb:. 1»J«. »'«im Ntwipiper Union) It was no Joyous elopement or ardent love adventure* Very ration ally Arnold Brant and Eugenie Vaile had met fifty miles from her home, had gone to an obscure clergyman, and been united in marriage. The new husband had just time to catch a train across the continent within the hour, and those two, so hurriedly bound in wedlock, as hurriedly parted. “In two years, dear,” he said, as he kissed her gaod-by. “You wouldn't wait. You would have It so." she sighed. “1 hope it Is for the best.” Tbe knowledge that you are mine, all mine," returned Arnold Brant, “will Inspire me to make a business success." The train flashed away, the bride waved an adieu through a mist of tears. Before noon she was back at home, passing into the house of h«p brother Hartley, with whom she lived and no one was the wiser. Hers had been a strange experi ence. Almost from her baby days she bad been dominated by her brother's wllL He had one thought In life— to make money. A cold, unsympa thetic being, be chilled all the sweet ness out of the life of Eugenie, and when she was seventeen forced her Into marrying Peter Wynne. The latter was a man with pros pects, which Hartley magnified. The cheerless honeymoon lasted less than a month and then Wynne went to tbe far North to develop some mining property. It turned out a complete fiasco, and a year later word was re ceived that Wynne was dead. Before that event Eugenie pined In solitude until, at a neighbor’s home, she met Arnold Brant. There was no Impulse of disloyalty to Wynne, but a deep, unspoken love existed between those two. When the news came of the death ef Wynne, both Brant and herself knew that the self-seeking Hartley Valle would never sanction their union. Brant had the offer of a posi tion In Australia. He Induced Eugenie to consent to the secret marriage. And when they parted at the steps of the altar and possible years of part ing faced them, Eugenie was supreme ly happy, for she had found love at last Only one letter Eugenie received from Brant, telling that he was about to start into the most remote part of the country and that. If bis purpose succeeded, he would return with suffi cient means to win him the approba tion and recognition of her mercenary brother. Then to Eugenie came an appalling discovery. Tbe full details of the Ill ness and death of Wynne arrived. The first news had been premature. He was mortally 111, but survived for sev eral months. Acting upon the initial Intelligence, Eugenie had wedded Brant fifteen days before the demise of her first husband. Tbe later ceremony was Illegal, and Abe was simply a widow and tbe man she cherished as her life's mate was no more than an utter stranger. She at once wrote to Brant, trusting to the letter finally reaching him however remote he might be from civilization. A year went by and there was no Indication that Brant had received the letter. There was an old man named Mark Denvlr who had been a power in the business world, but now a helpless Invalid. Hartley had cultivated him In the hopes of utilizing his past prestige for his own benefit. One day he came to Eugenie astounding her with an offer of marriage from Denvlr. “It means independence for you." represented the subtle schemer, “for he will not live long.” Eugenie shrank from the proposal, but the artful and persistent Hartley finally overcame her opposition. A seeming plaything of destiny, forgot ten, at least neglected by the only man she had ever loved, Eugenie consented to the sacrifice for her brother’s sake. Denvlr died within a month. Hart ley made a fortune, died before a year was o.’er, and Eugenie was at last truly Independent, but she con sidered her wealth as mere dross, for ft failed to bring her happiness. Another year passed by. Amid her self-enforced solitude Eugenie found no surcease to the vague longing for tbe peace of mind and contentment fate had so cruelly denied her. A stray item In a newspaper, citing the discovery of a man named Arnold Brant in another city, detailed his be ing removed to a hospital from a wretched tenement room where he bad lain down to die amid poverty. Illness and despair. It was Eugenie who had hastened to tbe side of the fever-stricken man, who, after days of weary watching, ■set tbe first Intelligent words of tbe convalescent. She was the confidante ef his terrible struggles In an un friendly wilderness, culminating in tbe utter failure of all bis plana It was Eugenie who joined In his teara whilst sobbing ont the pathetic story ef her own unhappy life. And then— Not at tbe altar this time, but be dde that bumble cot, those two were seanlted la a new simple second cere mony that promised to result In the happiness and peace both had as Isa gad for, and aa truly deserved. LOVE’S INSURANCE By JESSIE E. SHERWIN ♦ ~ —+ I (Copyright, 1920, Western Newspaper Union) Two boyhood friends met in the In surance office of Randal Porter, and it* ! proprietor gave Willis Borden a warm, hearty welcome. "Come to the city to settle down, I hear,” voiced the latter in a tone of pleased satisfaction. “Retired from ‘ business a rich man at twenty-eight Borden, you are certainly one of for tune’s favorites. Not married yet— but I need not ask the question. Tou always prided yourself as an inveter ate woman hater, you know.” “Tou put it harshly, Porter,” chided Borden mildly. "Say, rather, a being immensely contented with the single state, and Inclined to be shy of the responsibilities that marriage incurs. Tes. fortunately, 1 have no incum brances. I intend to settle down in comfortable bachelor quarters and de vote myself to reviving companionship with my old friends like youPself. You have an air of prosperity your self,” continued Borden, glancing about the well equipped office and into an In ner room where the stenographer sat, entirely occupied in work at her type writer. “I have done pretty well,'' replied Porter, with a certain pride. “Of course I may hope for any business you may have in my lines.” “As it comes along, surely. I have no property to protect from fire haz ard. however. I already carry some fair life Insurance. By the way, though, some of my friends have ad vised roe that coming out of my busi ness shell and essaying the society role I may become a victim of de signing mother-in-law prospective. I say, you don't insure against marriage do you ?” “On the contrary," replied Porter with perfect serenity, “we take Lloyd’s risks on anything from a man’s can- j didate choice of election to an air ship trip around the world. Love In surance? Oh. dear, yes! and as you : are non-hazardous in that respect a thousand for a year will cost you a mere pittance.” “Book roe instantly!” ordered Bor- j den, joining in the whimsical raillery of the moment. “And, by the way, I expect It will be some time before I definitely settle as to my permanent place of habitat. In the meantime I have some business to transact. Would yon indulge me enough to let me sort of make your office here my headquarters, dropping In once In s while when I have an appointment?” “You will oblige and honor me by considering the office your own," re plied Porter accommodatingly. “I am . going East for two weeks and you can use my desk freely. Miss Trum- i bull—a moment please.” The stenographer was at the side of her employer in an instant. “My friend. Mr. Borden,” went or. Porter, and Miss Trumbull directed a mere casual flitting glance at Porter jn recognition of the introduction, and then concentrated her attention solely upon her employer. “You will see that my friend has the full use of the office until my return.” Miss Cleora Trumbull bowed silent ly and was back at her typewriter with the diligence of a well-trained employee, all business, and so oblivi ous to Borden that he looked slightly nettled. “There Is a jewel.” spoke Porter enthusiastically. “No shirking work, no wasting time, no chatting or flirt ing with the young men in the next office, like her predecessors. And, by 1 the way, Borden. I half believe she is | your prototype. You are a woman hater: she acts like a man hater.” “You put me in a rather ungraceful ; category,” resented Borden, some | what pltfued. “The young lady is cer ; tainly an agreeable contrast to the general run of simpering, made-up co j qnettes it has been my fate to meet.” Porter left the city the next morn ing. About noon Borden came into the office. Miss Trumbull received him with a pleasant nod, but went on strictly with her work. After attend ing to some correspondence Borden requested her to take some dictation. “Lightning quick in her work, and no waste," ruminated Borden, a trifle disappointed, however, for Miss Trum bull offered no excuse for a chat. His respect for the young lady increased and he realized that idleness after I years of close attention to work was making life drearily monotonous. One day her mother visited the office, and he invited both to assuage hi* gloom by forming a theater party. At the end of two weeks Porter re turned. Borden met him at the depot. His face was so jubilant, his manner *o spirited that Porter wondered what caused his excessive exhilaration. "I say, Porter,” he observed, As they proceeded toward the office, “you win have to dispense with the service# of Miss Trumbull.” “Why, what do you mean?" In quired the astonished Porter. “And you had better cancel that love Insurance, or you may have to pay it.” “Cancel It?" repeated Porter vaguely. "That’s it” nodded Borden, all Joy ous smiles. "I don’t want a good friend like you to lose a thousand dol lars. rd like to make you a present of ten, for you have been the means of showing me a new road to bappl neas. When we get to the office con gratulations will be in order, fer Cleora has consented to become my wife." FLANDERS FIELD. (With Apologies to John McRae.) In Flanders fields where poppies blow, j Beneath the crosses, row on row, We blacks an endless vigil keep— | Yea, we, the dead, can never sleep— I ngratitude has made it so. Why are we here? Why did we go From loving homes, that need us so? Was it for naught we gave our lives. On Flanders fields? Ye blacks who live, to you we throw The torch; be yours to face the foe At home; and ever hold it high. Fight for the things for which we die. That we may sleep, where poppies grow, In Flanders fields, —Andrea Razafkeriefo. ( HARLES CNITT EXPLAINS HIS POSITION ON PAVING CONTRACT Charley Unltt, who is a candidate for renomination for county commis sioner from the Fifth district, says he favors brick pavement at a rea sonable cost, but is opposed to turn ing over the $3,000,000 bond issue to the brick trust or until they own the county board to get some pavement, but believes the people are entitled to some relief, so he voted for bitu lithic pavement for the Lincoln high way. Dally Thought. No man was ever written out of rep utation but by himself.—Richard Bent ley. Easter Hats For Men ♦>♦>*>♦>♦>♦>*>♦>*>♦> Charles E. BLACK 1417 Farnam St. nil] ™s n« ' ■>* -r:r m,!? Q ■ Mlf KSMffnr'«.!S DARK r-iSHSI It If anna IjE&snnnnME yQgp BANK SAVE YOIR MONEY * and then Ktt INTEREST On it in our SAVINGS DEPARTMENT New Entrance S. W. Corner 16th and Farnam Sts. First National Bank t 16th and Farnam J. I. 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