find," she said. "Well! When are you
The hardness of her tones struck
him like a blow. Surely he had
changed out of all recognition if he
had ever thought Marion's voice
beautiful. The girl whom he had
loved to the poinf'tof infatuation stood
revealed to him as an artificial, hard
young woman, without the slightest
"I think it was very wrong of you
not to write to me for so long," she
continued. "But I forgive you, Will.
We can forgive a man with millions
anything, can't we, Dora?"
The girl addressed as Dora mur
mured something. The whole party
was taken aback, not to say shocked,
at the sight of this man in the rough
clothes. And he was a millionaire.
He was Will Thorpe of Harvard and
Perhaps Marion divined the change
in him, for she drew him aside.
"WU1, 1 know I ought to have been
more serious," she said. "But you
can't think how startling and ridic
ulous you look, dressed like one of
these natives. Listen, Will, and let
me explain. I have always cared for
you just as much, but I couldn't be
engaged to a beggar. You see that
for yourself, don't you? And every
body understood that your father was
going to cut you out of his will, in
stead of leaving you the sole heir. I
am just as fond of you, Will."
Will Thorpe looked at her with
slowly rising anger. She did not re
alize what she was saying. Had he
ever been like that? Was that the
kind of man he had been, that she so
confidently imagined he was still?
"So when are you coming home,
Will?" she continued. "When are
you coming home to me?" she added
The train conductor blew his whis
tle. Will looked her full in the face.
"Never!" he answered roughly.
The party was moving toward the
train. Will saw the look of amazed
Indignation upon Marion's face. He ,
T broke from her. He mounted the
horse that was tethered to a post out
side the depot The train was start
ing. But Will was riding for the
mountain slopes and his "never" rang
in his ears like the sound of a chant
He flung himself from his horse at
the cabin door which hid at that mo
ment all that life held precious for
"Norma!" he shouted, hammering
with his knuckles.
He heard her footsteps; he saw her
stand before him; he caught her in,
"Norma! I have come' home tq
you!" he cried.
WASHINGTON FAVORITE" TO
WED IN AUTUMN J
An autumn bride in whom Wash
ington society is interested in Miss
Virginia Conway Wheeler, daughter
of Mrs. John Emory Wheeler, She'll
be married Tate in the autumn to Cap
tain Joseph H. Earl of the U.'S. A
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