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THE TRUE FRIEND
By Mildred Caroline Goodridge.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
I shall never forget Ruth Purcell.
Such love as mine cannot die. But
she does not care for me, so why pro
long the torture for myself?"
Wylie Morton spoke like a man
earnestly and bravely, but under the
surface Ross Evans could trace his
"Good-bye, Wylie, if it must be
that," said Ross with genuine feeling.
'I Got No Reply.'
i "You are sure Ruth does not care
"Yes, I sent her a letter telling her
all. I asked an immediate answer or
no reply. I got no reply."
Wylie ran for his train, bound for
the other side of the world for all he
i heeded, so that he could forget his
misery and heartbreak.
Ross went on his way. He felt sorry
, fdr his chum and yet a new hope
arose in his heart He, too, loved Ruth 1
Purcell. The field was now clear. It
was not in his nature to come forward
as a rival when he believed that Ruth
loved Wylie the best.
But now rhis step quickened, his
eye grew brighter. Ruth Purcell did
not after all care for Wylie. As a
magnet she drew Ross to her. At the
end of a month he proposed and was
Still, she was kindly toward him.
There had come of late a strange, far
away look into her eyes. Ross won
wered if there was some other lover
of whom neither he nor Wylie had
known. If there was, he did not make
himself known and Ross was puzzled.
He was encouraged, too. Ruth's par
ents thought a great deal of him, his
sister was Ruth's chosen friend. By
the end of six months she was a con
stant caller at the Purcell home. Then
he tried his chances again. Ruth hesi
tated. His honest- loving face appeal
ed to her, but finally she told him
it could not be.
Then one evening he came in great
haste and excitement to the Purcell
home- A letter apprised him that
his friend was lying sick unto death
at a lonely logging camp in Oregon.
"I am going to Wylie quick as a
train can take me," he announced in
his impetuous, boyish way.
He talked over his plans, too ab
sorbed in them to note that Ruth took
in every word, pale, eager, all a-trem-ble.
When he had bade all of them good
night Ruth went with him as far as
the door. She held his hand fervently.
"Oh, do all you can for your dear
friend, won't you, Mr. Evans?" she
"I would die for him, brave old
chum!" declared Ross -and then he
stood spellbound, for Ruth leaned im
pulsively toward him and kissed him.
He thrilled all over, he put out his
arms, but she shrank away from him,
covering her abashed face with her
hands. Was she sorry to have him
"Ruth," he whispered ardently,