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TWO KINDS OF MEN
By Frank Filson.
(Copyright by W. Q. Chapman.)
"Well, I'll have to bejgolng home,"
said.John Wells to Marcia Fanning,
his sweetheart, as the clock struck
They stood still, neither speaking
for a-while. Each knew what was in
John was a rising young lawyer in
the own, and he had loved Marcia
; "Oh, I'll Go. All Right."
for pearly three years. After a court
ship which had seemed destined to be
fruitless John had at length gained
Marcia's consent. They were to be
married in. a month's time. A good,
sensible match, people called it, for
neither was young. John was thirty
five and Marcia thirty.
"Marcia," said John, before open
ing the door, "there something I want
to say to you. Are you sure you care
for me enough to marry me?"
"John, dear, how foolish you are,"
said Marcia. "You have been think
ing of Charles Hambley again."
"I admit that, Marcia," said John.
"But I am not jealous of him. I am
sure I can win all your love, if not be
fore marriage, at any rate afterward.
Only, dear, unless you are sure that
you love me "
"Listen, John," said Marcia, plac
ing her hands on his shoulders. "I
loved Charles for five years and all
mylove was bound up in him. Then
I discovered that he he wasn't
straight, John. He wasn't a man of
high ideals. I ceased to love him.
But he was my first love and I can
never give quite the same love to any
one again. You have all the love that
I am capable of feeling, dear. Isn't
"Yes, my dear," answered John,
and kissed her and went.
First love runs strong and deep.
Marcia knew that though she no
longer cared for Charles, if ever he
should come back he would possess
the same power over her, the same
strength which had swayed her. For
that reason she meant to induce John
to sell his practice and go to another
city after they were married. She
felt that she could never see Hambley
again. And she feared always that
some day he would return to Waynes
ville. The bell rang. Marcia started" 'to
her feet. John must have forgotten
something. He was so absorbed in
his work, and often absent-minded.
She looked round to see whether it
was his cane or his gloves. Then the
bell rang again and Marcia hurried
to the door.
On the threshold stood Hambley.
Marcia recoiled at the sight of him.
He was the same as ever in aspect; a
little coarsened, perhaps, and stouter,
but in no essential changed. He
pushed past her, turned, laughing
and. clasping her hands' in his, led her
unresisting back into the parlor.
'It's late, I know," he said. "But I
only struck Waynesville this evening,