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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (April 5, 1901)
...CDe Caster Cities Brunetta Roth burst unceremonious ly Into her friend’s room. "Mary,” she cried, “is it possible you have refused Christopher Patton?” Mary Vane, a tall, pretty girl, who was adjusting her fur collarette be fore the mirror, turned quickly, her ■oft cheeks flushing scarlet. "Why, Brunetta,” she exclaimed, "how can you expect me to answer ■uch a question?” Brunetta, who was small and stout, and attired in the height of the pre railing mode, sank down in a chair and laughed. "I didn’t expect you to answer it. There is no necessity you should do so. Mr. Patton told Tom last night that you had thrown him over. I don’t see how your conscience allowed you to act so. He is such a catch—young and good-looking. Best of all, be is enor mously wealthy.” Mary smiled as she speared a crown of her demure little turban with a long pin. She was thinking of a man who was no longer young—near forty, per haps—who was handsomer in her eyes than all other men, and who was by no means wealthy. “I really believe,’’went on Miss Roth, "that you hare an absurd fancy for Charlie Everett—I do, indeed!” Mary’s smile became quizzical. “Really?” she said. “Oh, I have no patience with you!” declared Brunetta, wrathfully. "You’ve known Charlie Everett three or four years. All this time he has been most devoted to you, but not one of your friends knows to this day whether you are engaged or not.” The smile faded from Mary’s lips. "We are not,” she answered, and the gay little cousin fancied her tone was sad. "And yet you have been more gra cious to him than to any of the others,” pursued Miss Roth, relentlessly. “Mary, are you in love with him?” “Isn’t that,” counter-questioned Mary, evasively, “what the lawyers would call a leading question? I don’t wish to seem rude, or to hurry you, Brunetta, but I have an engagement to sign some papers this afternoon at the office of Deal ft Burrlt. Can’t you come with me?” “Yes. I must see Mme. Mireau about my Easter hat. One must arrange with her in time, as she is always rushed with orders. Are those papers con nected with your uncle’s will?” “He left you everything! What a lucky girl you are! I suppose now you feel you can afford to marry whom you please.” The conversation again turned on Charlie Everett as the girls rode down town together on the Metropolitan Ele vated. He is a mysterious teiiow, eru netta remarked. "Mysterious!" Mary sent her a sud den look of inquiry. “What do you mean?” “Well, there really is reason why he should be considered a good deal of an enigma. While not wealthy like Chris topher Patton, Tom tells me he has a good salary, and adds to this by writ ings. But you know he does not spend money as other men in our class do. He is not liberal in the matter of thea ters or flowers. He lives quietly. He has no expensive habits. Where, then, does his money go?”' Mary Vane was silent. “There is one house in the suburbs where he is known to frequently vis it,” the other went on. Brunetta, as will be observed, was not above enjoy ing a gossip. “Two women live there. One is apparently a superior sort of a servant. The other is a pretty, deli cate-looking little creature of about twenty-five or thereabouts. Occasion ally Mr. Everett takes her driving through the parks. Has he ever men tioned her to you?” Mary forced herself to answer: "No.” "Nor to anyone else. But I have seen him out with her Who is she?” A feeling of unrest, an undeflnable fear, thrilled the heart of Mary Vane. She recalled the night Charlie Everett had told her of his love. “I cannot now ask you to be my wife,” he had said. “I will some day, God willing. The time may not be far off,” but I love you too well to bind you by a promise you might later find burdensome. And yet—dear, you will trust me and wait?” “I will wait for you till I die!” she had replied, and had questioned him not at all. Then he had protested that this was not an engagement—that she was free—quite free. Only he was bound. “Very well,” she had agreed. “We are not engaged.” But the understanding that existed between them was sweet to both. That was a year ago. And now she had to acknowledge to herself that she knew little more of his private life or of his personal af fairs than she knew then. She was unusually silent as she and Brunetta descended the steps and walked to gether to the lawyer’s office. Her er rand there attended to, Mary Vane went with Brunetta to see about the latter's Easter hat. Then the two walked down State street just as the matinee-goers were flocking from the theaters. Brunetta paused suddenly before a florist’s window. “O, I had almost forgotten! Mamma told me to order some flowers for to morrow. Will you come in with me?" They stood a few minutes admiring IB . ■ lb i f . “TWENTY-EIGHT LILIES.” HE SAID the display in the window, the golden daffodils, and shy blue crocuses, pure lilies of the valley, flaunting tulips, starry jasmine, and cool green ferns forming a tender background for them all. The attendants were busy when they entered. The girls stood back of a high rubber tree admiring some rare chrysanthemums when the door was flung open and a gentleman came in. He was of medium height and had a kind, brown-bearded, thoughtful face. Not noticing any one in the store he went directly to the counter. To a man at that instant disengaged he gave his order. “Twenty-eight lilies,” he said. “Yes —like those. Have them tied with broad white satin ribbon. Send to this address.” And he laid a card and a bill on the counter. An instant later he had received his change and walked out. The girls stared at each other. “That,” gasped Brunetta, “was Char lie Everett!” “Yes, I know," murmured Mary. Before she could put out her hand to stop her meddlesome friend the \ ift II “Oh, she cried. "She is dead!” latter had stepped to the counter and read the address on the card which lay there. "Just as I thought,” she remarked a few minutes later, when they were out in the street together. "The ad dress is 14 Forest Avenue, Idlewild. That is the suburb in which his mys terious acquaintance of whom I told you lives.” That number, street, place, burned in Mary’s brain. She parted from lJru netta and went home. A fierce fever of jealousy possessed her. Who was this woman to whom he sent Lenten lilies? Idlewild was directly south of her own home. A cable car ran out to the pretty place. She would go there. She would call at the house. She would ask the lady who dwelt therein: ‘‘What la Charlie Everett to you?” When that was answered she would know how worthy of continued loyalty was her confessed lover. But not until tho morning. She would not go until morn ing. “Shame to doubt him!’’ cried her heart through all the sleepless night that followed. But her rigid will si lenced that assailing protest. So the morning of the beautiful day that followed found her at the gate of a cosey cottage set back amid a group of bare-branched maples. There were drifts of snow in the little garden, but the air was warm with the effulgent prescience of spring. So peaceful was the place, the hour, her courage almost failed her. All the blinds were down. The entrance she chose brought her to a side door. She rang the bell. A maid appeared. “May I—” Mary Vane began, then faltered. For whom should she ask? “Yes,” the girl replied. “Come in.” Marveling, Mary followed her. She led tho way into a front room. The curtains were drawn. Tapers burned in the dimness. At first Mary fancied that— “There was silence, and nothing there But silence, and scents of eglanterre. And jasmine, and roses, and rose mary—" Then she saw that there was some thing else. A coffin, and in it lying a white-robed form, with folded hands, and lilies lying on the pulseless breast. Mary shrank back. “Oh,” she cried. “She is dead.” “Yes, Miss. I thought you wished to see her. A good many of the neigh bors were in last evening. She had many friends hereabout for all her misfortunes. Ain’t those lilies beauti ful? Mr. Charlie sent them. Twenty- j eight for twenty-eight years.” | Mary went nearer, looked down on the dead face, a young face which had once been lovely, but bore the unmis takable impress of sorrow and suffer ing. “It’s not many men,” went on the servant, wiping her eyes, “who would do what Mr. Charlie did. After his brother was injured in that railroad wreck four years ago he begged Mr. Charlie in dying to take care of his young wife. Mr. Charlie promised him. He has supported her and given her every comfort since. She was al ways weakly, and when her mind gave out from brooding over her husband’s death, and she was such a charge, Mr. Charlie was that gentle and patient with her—my! She had spells of un derstanding. Then she’d beg ijot to be sent to an asylum—not that Mr. Char lie would think of such a thing. She wouldn’t hurt a bird, poor dear! There! That is Mr. Charlie now!” A step crossed the hall. Looking pale and worn, Charlie Everett came into the room. His face lighted up at sight of his sweetheart. “You—Mary!” he cried. “Hush!” she begged. She broke down, crying bitterly. Don t looK at me—don’t speak to me until I have told you how It Is that I am here.” She brokenly whispered the truth. ‘‘You can never trust me again,” she said In conclusion. He took her in his arms. ‘‘Perhaps I should have spoken to you of her, but I hated to cast so dark a shadow over your young life. I could not keep up two households, and she was penniless. She was my charge before I learned to love you. My first duty was to her. The doctors agreed she could not live long. As for trust ing—my dearest, you must forgive me for not having confided in you—I you, for your doubt of me. So we are equal. Is it not Whittier who writes: “Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving!" They passed out together into the brilliance of the Sabbath morning. Occasion 11 Tricky. 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