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then her eyes fell upon a picture in
the room. Near the -window sat a
man. He was really looking into a
mirror, but the girls did not observe
that. To all appearance he was lost
in sad and dreary reflection. His
face was ashen, deep rings showed
about the"5yes. His whole present
ment was that of a prematurely aged
young man through sickness or sor
row, broken down and hopeless.
Almost hysterical, Greta fairly
pulled her companion out of range
of the house. She hurried her home
ward, incoherently sobbing out her
"That was Mr. Griscom," she im
parted, in tears, to her companion,
"but, oh! how changed. Can't you
see I've given my poor dear love his
death blow? He has changed to a
decrepit old man within a few hours.
How' shall I ever forgive myself!"
"This won't do, Greta!" censured
Madge firmly. "Now, my dear, you
try to compose yourself."
"But, he, Wade, he may die!"
whimpered poor, stricken Greta.
"I'll see what I can do," promised
Madge. "You can hardly expect me
to go direct to the afflicted young
man, but I will find out what I can."
Madge was gone for an hour. She
found Greta anxiously twisting her
hands in nervous anxiety upon her
"Did did you sea him? "questioned
Greta breathlessly, "i
"No, Greta, for he had left the
house. I learned that"
"Perhaps to leave for some far sol
itude, where he can forget all my
cruel treatment!" wailed Greta.
"Scarcely," replied Miss Boyce.
"Prom what I could gather he has
gone to a theatrical entertainment
at the next town."
Greta looked blank. I could not
be possible! A man in his despair
ing condition thinking of pleasure!
Oh! Madge must be mistaken, but
Madge was positive and finally per
suaded Greta to thinK that matters
.were not as desperate as she fancied. 1
At all events she succeeded in quiet
ing down her hysterical companion.
Greta slept but little that night
She was wretched all of the next
morning. In the afternoon she went
down the street Turning a corner
she came face to face with Wade.
She stood rooted, her face one vpld
of Indescribable amazement
Wade was with a friend. He was
all smiles, almost jovial, conversing
with his companion. He lifted his
hat to Greta, excused himself to his
friend and came straight up to Grela.
Never had he looked so briBk, so
handsome. The sunken eyes, the
hollow cheeks, the dying invalid, con
ditions were gone. What the mys
tery? "Do you wish to see me, Miss Wil
der?" questioned Wade pleasantly.
"You stopped and I am delighted to
think it was to speak to me.
Greta stammered, flushed, paled,
became dreadfully embarrassed.
"Was that Is I presume you en
joyed the theatrical entertainment afc
Wopdville last evening," she finally
managed to articulate coherently.
"Oh, you know that?" he spoke,
and laughed cheerily. "Yes, indeed!
They gave me quite an ovation. I
doubt if I deserved it"
"An ovation?" repeated Greta
"It was that You know it was an
amateur function. I played the old
man. Made up at home and quite
startled my usual friends with my
haggard appearance. Why, Miss
Wilder, are you ill?"
Greta had moved quite unsteadily.
In a shock she comprehended. The
transition of old age was explained.
Rouge and dyes were accountable
for it. Oh, never should he know
that she had witnessed the transfor
mation, nor her sufferings!
"I I felt slightly di?zy," stam
mered Greta, and then she thrilled,
forhe had stepped nearer to her and
his eyes were earnest and loiging.
"Miss Wilder," he said, "I have a
confession to make. When you re-