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By Alvaff Jordan Garth
"I am very sorry," said Mary Ben
son, and tears stood in her-eyes.
Then she placed both her hands on
those of the desponding Lionel Dore
and looked up at him frankly.
"But I am glad that you have told
me," she murmured softly, and her
face showed sympathy, kindly inter
est and a slight token of regret "You
have honored me and J shall never
forget you. But you must forget,
you must remain the true, good man
you are and do your duty."
She was gone.. The man sat star
ing after her, a world of emotion in
his strong, ingenuous face.
"She loves me!" he whispered fer
vently to himself. "It is enough. Yes,
I will meet the ordeal and it will not
be so hard, knowing that this tender
soul is in harmony with my own.
It was a strange case. Lionel IDore,
young, pliant, impresisonabl'e, had
fancied he had found his ideal in
Lucia Tresham. She was the petted
child of rich parents, light, frivolous,
vain. She was frail and delicate,
with a fervor of genuine affection in
the subject of her heart's choice.
Insensibly Dore had been led into
avowing his regard for Lucia. It was
to find that she wished to be little
more than a1 petted doll. She was
exacting, moody, capricious. Then
Mary Bens6n, her precise reverse,
had flashed over Dore's pathway.
She was Lucia's closest friend and
had come to be a companion of Lu
cia until after the wedding. Lionel
was troubled, shocked and then ap
palled to find that all the love of his
strong nature was given to Mary
He had fought against the convic
. tion, he had 'tried to be loyal to Lu
cia. Then had come a moment when
he and Mary were alone.' In a wild
torrent of words he had poured forth
the emotion that was fast consum
ing him. It had not been a proposal. ,
It was a confession, the wretchec
avowal of a thoroughly unhappj
And now, despite his , misery, a
strange, subtle peace stole' over Dore.
His soul was relieved. The woman
he really loved knew of his affection.
Her very words told him that he was
loved in return. But she was high
souled, she had appealed to all that
was noble in his nature to stand leal
and honorable by his sacred duty and
"Then She Is Critically III!"
await the final decree of destiny.
With fixed resolution Dore made up
his mind that he would be. all he had
promised to Lucia.
So the wedding took place and
Mary was there and smiled amid her
tender sorrow, and Dore went
thr&ugh the ordeal, smiling, too, and
the childish Lucia bubbled over with
her effervescent spirits; never sus
pecting the truth.
Mary left the Tresham home im
mediately after the wedding. She
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