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By Mildred C. Coodridge
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Three of the wax candles, please
the little ones: -Why do you hesi
tate?" Mrs. Prescott, young, still beauti
ful, although sorrow shadowed her
face and her eyes looked dim and
wearied, almost reproachfully chal
lenged the faltering clerk in the lit
tle confectionery and toy store. "As
I tell you, I will pay for them and the
cake when I get my pay, Saturday,"
"Oh, it is not that!" declared the
girl behind the counter, "indeed it is
not It is because my heart is full
of love and sympathy for you. My
dear lady, won't you try to forget?"
"I must never do that," replied the
lady in mourning, in sad but even
tones. "It is the little one's third
birthday anniversary. She was the
only ray of brightness that ever
came into my life. With all the agony
and grief, her memory is sacredly
sweet to me."
Without another word the girl
placed he three tiny candles in the
package containihg a small frosted
cake the lady had ordered, but her
tears were falling and she vainly
tried to stifle a sob.
"Bless you, dear," spoke now Mrs.
Prescott, gently. "Do not think me
morbid. It would be cruel for me to
forget little Arline."
"The lady of sorrows!" murmured
the girl pathetically, as her cus
tomer departed. "Poor soul! Truly
her cup is full to overflowing."
A tragedy, sudden, terrible and
devastating, had come into the life
of Mary Prescott. The little town
knew only of its rare outlines. Mr.
and Mrs. Prescott had come to War
tham with a little child a year old.
They rented a small cottage and
lived very much to themselves.
Their life seemed a strange one.
,33ie- luishaal .would, jga away jnjjs-,
teriously and be absent for as long
as a month at a time. During such
periods mother and child shut them
selves up in the lonely home, seeing
as few people as was possible. The
neighbors never intruded, but they
could not fail to notice that the
lady's face grew paler and thinner
each day and her eyes had a con
stant, expresion of fear, suspense
or grief, they could not determine
which sentiment must prevail
Then the truth came out, discov
ered by a resident of the little town
Won't You Try to Forget?"
visiting the city. James Prescott
was a gambler. He had used up all
his own money and that of his wife
at the card table. For a month, sur
ly, scowling, speaking to no one in
the town, he had been seen about
the house. Then one evening the
village was startled by a new disclos
ure. The father, with little Arline hv
his side, had been seen to go aboard
uiejiversteamer .Puritan. An hoys
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