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riat'ons of emotion possible as I sat
at the window in my invalid's chair.
I think my mind had become a lit
tle distorted for sometimes the vio
lence of my hate frightened me. I
was helpless I was so helpless, and
all the while I had tcTsmHe and pre
tend to be happy. I know Madge be
gan to grow frightened; sometimes I
would see her eyes bent on me in,
the queerest way.
"Jenny," she said to me one day, "I
am going to tell you a secret not
now, but some time. I think " A
pause. She looked at me with that
happy smile that charmed every one
but now filled by heart with black
hatred and impotent rage. And I
smiled back and felt like an assassin.
"I shall tell you," she said, "when
you let me bring Harry to see you.
No, not then, but afterward."
Harry! She had blurted out the
"You need not trouble," I whis
pered, clenching my hands under the
rug until the physical pain was intol
erable. "You need not tell me."
Madge looked at me in pain. "How
strange you are lately, Jenny," she
said. "But I am going to tell you.
When can I bring him?"
The wild pain at my heart demand
ed respite. Let me get the thing
over. "Bring him at once!" I cried.
Madge was gone and I was waiting
at the window in my invalid chair.
1 saw her cross the street She went
freely into the house now. I watched
till they came out together." His arm
was linked in hers and they were
laughing. What a fool they had
made of me!
It seemed an eternity before Madge
came into the room. She laughed
uncomfortably, I thought
"You know Harry Tremont," she
said with embarrassment "He has
wanted so much to see you."
"We are old friends," said Harry,
taking my burning palm in his cool
I don't know how the interview
came to an end. But it was ended at
J last, and suddenly I could bear it no
longer. Harry was gone and Madge
was kneeling at my side and I was
crying in her arms. And I was blurt
ing out all my secret story of shame
Why, Madge's face was like an an
gel's as she raised it and the tears in
her eyes made them shine with exal
tation greater than anything I have
"Jenny! Did you think that?" she 0
whispered. "Why, you goose, it was
you all the time always you. Harry
told me he loved you ever since he
was a little boy and used to see you
at the window!"
I can walk like other people now,
and we still live in the old house
Harry and I and the little girl who
has been named after Madge. Madge
comes to see us often. She is happy
with her husband. Sometimes a lit
tle jealousy touches my heart to see
them together, for I learned to be
very jealous of love in those days of
sickness. But then I think of Madge's
face that day, and I know that no
other love can ever dim hers and
(Copyright by W.VG. Chapman.)
"Old Jones is sore because Biggers -
is going to marry his daughter, Mary.
He says she's the flower of his flock!" i
"Huh she's homely enough I 3
guess the old man means the wall