By Mildred Caroline Coodridge.
"Oh, Lora, think what it means to
"And, Dorothy, what of myself?"
"Rather what of" -Lewis Martin.
Don't you see, dear, that ,it is his
future, his success in the world that
is -at stake? Oh, I love him so! I
love him so!"
, "And I" '
Lora Bissell leaned her face with
in her arms and wept as though her
It Read: "Come Quick, I am Dying."
heart would break. The eyes of the
pale, thin, hectic-faced girl at her
side were also glistening, but eager
ness, selfishness, hope were the in
fluences that moved her.
Never surely had a friend been
called upon to make such a sacrifice
as that demanded of Lora by her
closest companion of years! That
little parlor in the humble" Bissell
home was the center of a heart trag
edy intense, thrilling, unreal.
Both loved the same man Lewis
Martin. Lora had reason to believe
that he would ask her to become his
wife very shortly. Dorothy had also
received many attentions from the
brilliant, ambitious young man who
was their, heart's desire.
"Listen to me, dear," urged Doro
thy almost breathlessly. "You know
that Lewis has in him the making of
a great man. If he settles down in
this sleepy town, what will hevever
amount to? With my means he can
have leisure to go on with the scien
tific education that will make of him
an expert engineer. It will crown him
with fame, while to bury himself
here, almost a common workman,
will lead to disappointment, to re
gret." Lora stole a glance at the excited
face of her companion. She knew
from the daughter of a local physi
cian that Dorothy had inherited the
seeds of a fatal disease, that. she
might not live long. She recalled
what teh dead mother of Dorothy
had done for her own mother in a
time of direct trouble.
Yes, she realized it all. She, Lora,
had nothing to offer to Lewis Mar
tin except love, and he had no.t yet
asked for it. Perhaps he might never
do it. If he married Dorothy it would
add at least a brief period of bliss to
that lonely heart. Lora steeled her
heart to a mighty sacrifice. Dorothy's
hand was pressed upon her own. It
was feverishly hot She pitied the
longing spirit of the poor girl whose
love was as consuming fire.
"Dorothy," she, said, "I shall go
away tomorro wto visit a distant
relative. I shall remain away tm
hear from you. When you have g;
ed your heart s wish, and noW
then, will I return."
"Blassyou! Oh, bless you !" so;
the grateful Dorothy. "I shall;
Lewis Martin's heart,' for it will break
my own if I do not."
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