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THE LOVE: THAT WON
I By Augustus Goodrich herwin.
. Complacently luxuriating in a
shaded garden arbor reveling in all
the superb pride and disdain of a
siren nature; Portia- Manyille sat1 with
closed eyes. She was immersed In a
triumphant yet bitter day dream that
humid, languorous June afternoon.
To, a keen analyst .of womanly char
acter she- would riofc;haye. appealed,
yet. no qne had ever denieaSthat) her
lithe,, graceful form, exquisitely mod
eled features, and, afiove' all the rare
glory of her loveliness, her-long'mag-nicent
hair; fine I and gleaming like
stredded axAber, made, of her aftnag
netic, queenlike, Circe.
She was thinking of Dolph Merrill,
a man weU'worth thinking of, she to.ld
herself. Her mind went bacK a year,
when, with one chapter of her, life,
closed, a dark and stormy; one, she
met Dolph Merrill, ''just 'returning
from college. Both belonged to fanu
lies of wealth and position.. The fath.7,
ers vand mothers had encouraged., a
love match. Portia had played her
wiles well. She. had fascinated the
bright, open-hearted Dolph as she.
had entrapped others, He was happy,
in the meshes of her fascinations un
til her true character became dis- -closed
to him. Too late he discovn
ered that he had taken interest -in a
loyely woman for love. He doubted
even that she cared for him down in
pier heart. But they had become en-:
gaged. Wretched to the pointpf heart
break he felt his word' and his honor
involved In a, dull, state' .of -misery
he. saw the:days and weeks, go by that
!at the, altar. i
And ttien,- one glorious love-filled
month,-when "Portia had been away
on' a visit, came to Dolph a full measr
ure of happiness. .Pirst as-acquaint-ances,
then as friends, and then as
unspoken lovers he and Neva Thrbop .
had drifted into hours when the sight
of one another was -bliss complete.
Then the rude awakening the re
turn of Portia and his soulful remorse
that he had learned to love Neva and
had taught her to love him.
She never chided him when they
parted. She told him frankly that the
month" they had lived was, "worth to
her all the suffering its future mem
ory must entail. Dolph had gone to
Portia. He had confessed his mis
take in their engagement. There was
no pity in, that stony heart. Just one
firm, cruel curl of those proud lips,
and Dolph Merrill knew that this
siren woman would never release
On that same afternoon Neva
Throop sat with her work basket be
side her. The sad tears f ell, she be-
came lost in a dreary reverie, and
was only aroused when a hand stole' "
across the porch table and seized the
long, sharp .scissors. '
"Why, Margaret!" she exclaimed,,
looking .up with a start and recogniz-""'