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did set of silver duly arrived, and re
"Too busy making money to spare
us a few hours," remarked Walter,
and the last fond hope of Madge was
The wedding took -place and Wal
ter and his wife settled down in a
pretty, cozy home, at which Madge
was a welcome visitor. Walter never
thought of his old city ambitions
now. Life seemed to have brought
him its full meed. He had a pleasant
working position, many loyal friends"
and the home cot was a veritable ha
ven of .peace.
'Walter was coming home just after
dusk one Saturday evening when
some one, a satchel in hand, stepped
- from behind a tree, confrontingiiim.
"Why, Newman 1" exclaimed Wal
ter, truly surprised to recognize his
long absent friend. He scanned
Newman curiously, for the latter
seemed nervous, anxious, ill at ease.
"Going west," explained Newman,
"and I thought I'd give you a calL I'm
taking the midnight train."
"Come right up to the housefHn
vited Walter spontaneously. "Violet
will be as glad as I am to see you.
Why, I declare It makes me happy
to see you again, old chum."
"Can't stay but an. hour or so," de
clared Newman. "This your place?
It's a gem. Say, Nixon, I just want
to sit down on this garden seat and
drink in this delightful air and pretty
scene. Why, it's like a' glimpse of
paradise, after that sweltering, de
vouring gambling exclymge in the
W,alter noticed that Newman kept
the satchel close beside him, and,
too, a hunted, uneasy look constant
ly traversed his face. He suggested
a person under some vast strain of
dread or suspense.
Then gradually amore restful re
lief wasmani(est in the troubled
eyes. Newman started up as a light
was turned on in the little parlor
"of the house, the open windows of;
which confronted him. Waltef
caught the echo of a quick, 'sharp
gasp. Well he might! Mrs. Nixon
had entered the room and with her
Walter did not speak a word or
make a. move to disturb Newman.
He watched him mutely. He could
discern that some great impression
was being made on the city-hardened
speculator by the homelike picture
before him. -
It was indeed a fair scene, an ap
pealing one to Newman. Violet had
gone to the piano. She -was playing
a pretty sentimental 'strain. Madge
sat listening intently, her eyes fixed
on vacancy, her beautiful soul ex
pressed in her lovely face. Never
had Walter seen her look more at-,
tractive. The man beside him must
have shared, the conception, for ab
ruptly he arose to his feet He ut
tered almost a savage groan, like a
being in pain, yet Walter caught the
gleam of tears in his eyes.
"What I have missed!" he mut
tered bitterly, and then, "but too late
.This man was deeply affected.
Walter, .who comprehended the full
situation, half whispered In the ear
of his companion:
"The love of a woman like Madge
"You don't know that!" cried New
"Yes, I do," asserted Walter, and
his hand rested lightly on the arm of
Newman. "Old friend, sjay with us
a week, a month and get back some
of the old-time contentment and
"If I thought I would- be wel
VBy loyal, loving hearts, and one in.
particular," pledged Walter earnest
ly. "Don't cast aside the sure anchor
of fidelity and hapniness."
"Ill be back- I'll be back here
Monday," faltered Newman, and--he
was like a man groping as he started
for the street "No, I couldn't stay.
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