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THE SCR ANTON ; TRIBUNE WEDNESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 25, I83.
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'f ByLORENCE WARDEN )
Copyright. IKS, by Backeller, Johnson anJ IUcliell-r.
It was an all-ilRht' Journey, ana a
very cold one. Perhaps the state of
the thermometer would not have mat
tered so nim'h If the "Great London
Success," with which the company were
traveling had made a stronger Impres
sion upon the audiences of the provin
cial uwns to which It had been pre-neutwli-:
";. :
Tr.cy were going north, and there was
"walt'Vot four hour In one of the
i itreariestrof. the Lancashire manufac
turing towns. The company's carriage
l.ad been .detached from the train nnd
Bhiiiited .on to a tiding to wait for the
cfliiy niorulntr train which was to take
it on'tj I'uisely.
The men of the company had nil got
out as soon as the train drew up at the
Cone
'Along," Antd She, Rather
pnticntly.
' platform, and hod gone o(T Into the
town In search of some establishment,
no iv.ntter how lovely, which would
open its doors to them and give them
refreshment.
The ladies, five In number, remained
In their compartment, huddled up in
their warmest cloaks, trying to get a
little sleep. But it would not do; It
was too cold. The "old woman," who
was really old, rubbed her eyes misera
bly. "They've all got off, I suppose!" she
grumbled. "And of course they never
.think of us."
( A- bright young girl from whose
cheeks not even an all-night Journey
could take the roses, sprang to her feet
and let down the nearest window.
"They shall think of us, though!"
cried she, as she thrust her head and
shoulders out of the window. "Come
and let us out! Come and let us out,
' somfe of you, any of you!" cried she, im
periously. And the next moment,
catching sight, on the dimly-lighted
platform, of a figure she knew, she
cried: "Mr. Ardener! Mr. Ardener!
Come and have pity on us. We are
locked In like wild beasts; and I assure
you we are getting very nearly as sav
age. We've been kept too long without
food, you see."
The person addressed stepped nim
bly down from the platform, and pick
ed his way In the dark across the lines
to the siding.
, A. tall, well-made young man, with a
kindly, open face, Cyril Ardener looked
what he was, a really nice fellow, a
favorite with his own sex and with the
other. As the girl above him looked
down Into his face. It was easy to see
that she was one of those upon whom
the ."Juvenile lead" had made a deep
Impression.
Miss Lillian Falrbrother (as she was
called. upon the programmes) had gone
on the stage against the wishes of her
family, of course; but not without some
prospect of success there. She be
stowed upon Cyril, the smile of a prac
tised and all-conquering flirt. But he
hook a warning head.
"You had much better stay where
you are.V said he, persuasively. "The
other fellows have gone wandering
about in search of drinks. And as they
are making a great noise and disturb
ing everybody, without succeeding in
their quest, I should advise you to give
4 them a. wide berth for the present."
"Never mind. I'm coming out,"
snld Miss Falrbrother, with the ob
stinacy of the spoilt beauty. "Open
' the door, please."
.. 'You'll have nobody to talk to," per
sisted Cyril, as he took out Ills key.
"Not even you?"
"Not even me. I'm going off to try
and keep the others out of mischief."
The door was opened by this time,
and she was preparing to descend. 8ht
graciously allowed Cyril to assist her.
and rawnrded him with another smile.
"Come along," said she. rather Impa
tiently. For Cyril was lingering to
rust a glunce Inside the carriage be
fore he shut the door. As his eyes rest
ed upon a pale, worn, roilned face, that
of the leading Juvenile lady, a change
came over Cyril's face,
"l wish I could get you a cup of hot
coffee, Miss Wells," he said.
' 'But before she could 'thank him tho
- Inipfttlcjit Lilian had pulled him by
force away from the door, crying out in
pretended terror that she lienrd a train
coming. The. face of Constance Wells
flushed slightly as she settled herself
again In her corner. Miss Browning,
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gave a snort of IniliS'
nation.
"Train coming. Indeed!" cried she.
"That young lady can make trains and
everything else come and go to suit
her purpose. I call it disgraceful, the
way In which she's got hold of that
young. Mr Ardner, lllrting all the time
with two or three of the others! Mr.
'Ardener never hud a word for unyone
but you. Miss Wells, till she came Into
the company. She doesn't wait for him
to follow her about: she follows him!"
The remaining two members of the
company who were present glanced ap
prehensively at Miss Wells. Of course,
everybody knew that she and Cyril Ar
dener had been something very like
lovers before M!s;i Fail-brother's com
ing, and had discussed among them
selves the "cheek" of the newcomer,
nnd the quiet way In which Miss Wells
took her desertion. But the' subject
had never before been mentioned In her
presence.
Now that It was mentioned, how
ever. Miss Wells was quite equal to the
occasion. She laughed a Jittle, nnd
aid, easily, with more of her art than
of her nature In her tones:
"Very cruel of him. Isn't It? Or at
least It would be cruel If I minded, But
I don't, you see,"
"Of course not. Of course you
don't," said the other ladles.
Jt wat) about an hour after this when
they heard steps on the line again, and
somebody mounted up and looked in.
Through the steam on the glass the
face of a man could be dimly seen. He
taliped softly at the window in Miss
Wells' corner.
A deeper flush came Into her white
cheeks as she came face to face with
Cyril Ardener.
"Won't you ludies come out?" he said..
"I've found a lire, a real Are."
But they refused, preferring the Ills
they had to suiter to trudging over the
rails in the keen outside air. Miss
Wells, however, had not spoken.
"You will come, won't you, Con
stance?" said he. In a lower voice.
A shiver ran through her, not caused
by the cold. It seemed a long time since
Cyril had called her by her Christian
name.
She hesitated, and then said. "Yes."
Cyril helped her out, and led her
across the lines back to the platform.
Then she asked suddenly:
"Where's Miss Falrbrother?"
"She's gone off with Glynn," said
Cyril, smiling. "After quarreling
with me."
"Ah!" said Constance.
Cyril could detect Jealousy, pique,
pride, In the simple utterance. They
"Take Her Home," She
walked along the platform In silence
to the office of the station-master,
where a bright Are was blazing.
With a cry of delight Constance went
down on her knees before It, and spread
out her stiff fingers In the welcome
warmth. Cyril stood near, looking
down at her delicate, worn face, in
which the blue eyes looked preternat
urnlly large. After a long silence he
said suddenly:
"You think I asked you to come out
because I had quarreled with that lit
tle llirt? You were wrong."
Constance flushed slightly, but did
not glance up. .
"I asked you because the little gooso
let out something which was the last
thing she should have let me know If
she wanted me to forget you. You
have been fretting, it seems."
Brought to task bo abruptly, Con
stance could not keep the tears out of
her eyes.
"No," said she, rather feebly.
"Oh, but you have. Now tell me, Is
it true that you are not bo hard as you
pretend to be? Is It true, for Instance,"
and he came nearer to her, "that you
are aorry you snubbed me so unmerci
fully that day you know when?"
There was a pause. Constance was
much agitated. But she gathered her
forces together, and unswered with
some spirit:
"No, It Is not true. I am not sorry."
But there wan a tremor In her gentle
voice a tenderness in hor eyes, which
belied her words.
"I don't believe you," said Cyril, as
he knelt down on the floor beside her.
"1 mean I don't believe your words.
I believe your eyes. And I can read In
them that you do care; that you have
been unhappy, lonely, since you quar
reled with me." ,
Then she gave way, and a piteous lit
tle sob betrayed the feeling she had
been trying to hide. He stole one of her
white hands, which not even the frost
had succeeded in making red and ugly,
and held It tenderly In his own. She
cried lit silence for a few minutes, and
then -turned upon him fiercely:
"Why do you torment me?" Bhe ask
ed, with something like terror In her
Voce, . ,
"Because I love you, Connie; because
I know you have had a hard life, which
Is not growing any easier, and because
I want to give you some ease, aome rest,
some happiness,' darling.''-1 , "j ' '
"But jou can't. ; You know you can't
Oh, Cyril, don't begin it all over again!"
' Hut he had both her hands now. Hi
was holding them In'a trm grip, look
ing Into her face, with An expression of
the "old woman,'
longing tenderness which thrilled her,
warmed her In spite of herself.
"My darling, couldn't you trust me?
Don't you think I would make you hap
py as long as you live?"
He could see in her eyes the struggle
which was going on between her feel
ings and her instincts of duty and
honor.
"Don't you think I would make you a
kind husband, Constance?"
With a sudden Impulse she snatched
her hads away.
"Ah, if you could! If you only could!"
she said, plteously. "But you know you
can't, you can't, while my husband is
alive!"
Cyril moved Impatiently.
"Now Isn't this nonsense, child?" said
he with an air of Indulgent tolerance.
"Your husband treated you uisgraceful
ly; as badly as a man could treat a wo
man. He deserted you for another wo
man five years ago. Since he went to
America three years ago, you haven't
heard whether he Is alive or dead, and
have the strongest reason for thinking
he is dead. And yet you must bring
this hideous memory for he is nothing
more to you to stand In the way of
your own happiness. For you would be
happy with me. Don't you know It?
Come now, tell me!"
"Yes. I know It: I am sure of it,"
whispered she. "And yet"
"Well, and yet what?"
"I can't do it. I can't, I can't."
"dive me only a reason, and I'll re
spect It.
Her head dropped.
"Though I never really cared for my
husband and do care a great deal for
you, still I can't pretend to be your
wife while he Is alive. I don't say I'm
wise: I don't even say I'm right. But
that's how I feel, and there's the end
of it."
She sprang to her feet, nnd drew her
cape around her shoulders again. She
would eo back to the carriage, sne saiu,
But he cutwed her. And, because she
loved him, because It was a delight to
her to be with him once more, even if
their Interview was as full of pain as of
pleasure, she stayed.
At last, though she would not yield
to his entreaties, she gave a half-consent
to his proposal that she should take
lodgings for the ensuing Aveek In tho
house where he was going to stay. This
seemed a very good suggestion, as the
town to which they were going was no
torious for the badness of Its lodgings,
a white face. i
and the poor Scotch Inn, where Cyril
and the manager was going to stay, of
fered a prospect of comparative luxury.
But Constance, when she again at
back In her corner of the railway car
riage, found herself dwelling with so
much eagerness on the pleasure she
would have In being for a week con
stantly In the society of the man she
loved, that she recognized with fear
that the joy was In fact a temptation.
When, therefore, Cyril came to the door
of the compartment at their Journey's
end, he found that her mood and her
manner had changed.
"Come, said he, gently, as he took
her bag and offered her his hand. "We
shall have to walk, but It Isn't far to
the hotel."
She looked steadily before her, with
"Thank you. But I have changed my
hind. I am going to stay with Miss
Browning."
And she walked quickly away with-
Said In a Low Voice.
out giving him time for protest or re
ply.
There was no reward of virtue for
poor Constance. All that week Cyril
devoted himself to Miss Falrbrother;
and Constance, although she managed
to hide the misery she felt, could not
stifle It. She felt that she loved this man
so deeply that he powers of resistance
were growing unequal to the strain.
After all, was there not truth In what
he urged, that she owed no duty to the
man who had so neglected her? This
nominal husband that must indeed be
dead. For three years she had heard
nothing of him. Was she not free, in
law as wel as morally, to contract a
fresh marriage?
So she tortured herself, and mean
while held aloof as much as possible
from all intercourse with Cyril except
on the stage. But the parts they
played were those of lovers; and the
harrassed woman felt that they betrayed
their feelings In every word, In every
look, that they were forced to exchange
in the business of the stage.
At the end of the week, as she left
the theatre after hot night's work, the
hall-keeper told her that there was a
man outside waiting for her.
"He wanted to come in and wait here.
miss; but he was too drunk to stand
and I wouldn't let him In. There he is
by the doorway. If you go- the other
way you 11 miss him."
But Constance was looking at the hu
man wreck the man pointed out with
wide eyes full of fear. She knew him,
changed though he was.
He was in rags, dirty, haggard; .n
appalling spectacle. She answered the
hall-keeper by a gesture rather than by
words, and made step In tht direction
of the doorway within the shelter of
which her husband was standing.
He staggered forward and clutched
her arm.' As she stopped Cyril Ardener
came out by the stage door on his way
homewards. He uttered an exclamation
of disgust, and darted forward to send
the wretch about his business. With
one quick movement he released her,
and supporting her trembling figure In
his arms, said quickly:
"My poor darling! Don't be frighten
ed. I'll aee you home."
The other man uttered a hoarse sound
meant, for a laugh. He was slinking
away without a word, when Constance
recovered .herself. .. .
"Let me go. Let me go, Cyril," she
whispered. "It Is my husband."
Cyril wan so much shocked that he
was speechless. Before he , could re
cover from his disgust and amaaement,
Miss Fairbother, pretty, bright, brim
mlng over as usual with provocative co
quetry, ran out and stopped at the
strange group. She had caught Con
stance's words, 'and her face was a pic
ture of amusement, horror, and mali
cious satisfaction by turns.
Constance gave Cyril one eloquent
look,' full of pathetic sadness,- of rigid
determination. Then she glanced at
the young girl, who seemed unable to
pass the group.
'Take her home," she said, In a low
voice.
And she turned to her husband.
"Tom," she said, "are you coming
home with me?"
"Yes, if you'll have me," he answer
ed, In a hoarse voice.
He . was less grateful than sullen,
spiritless. Perhaps he was hardly so
ber; but his tottering footsteps were
the result of Illness rather than of In
toxication. She led him to her lodgings.
got him some clothes, gave him food,
and placed him In a chair by the fire.
In all that she did there was no pre
tense of welcome or affection; but she
was kind, thoughtfully attentive, gen
tle, as she would have been to a strang
er.
For the truth was that there was
nothing In TomAnderson to rouse ten
der feelings in the woman who had
"I Mean I Don't Deliovo Your Words.'
found him out. He took her attentions
in a hang-dog fashion, with some little
shame, perhaps, but with still more ir
ritation. When he had eaten his sup
per and was provided with a cigarette
he began to assume ulrs lofty Indig
nation at the words he had overheard
Cyril address to her.
"I don't know whether that's the way
you have been allowing every young
jackanapes you met to speak to you
while I have been away!" grumbled he.
" 'My poor darling,' indeed!"
But, much to his amazement, Con
stance burst out laughing.
She had been so gentle that he was
prepared to find her humble, also, and
ready to allow him to get the upper
hand again.
"You won't talk like that, will you.
please'." she said, trying to repress her
involuntary, bitter amusement. "You
must be satisfied to know that I have
behaved rightly, according to my own
ideas, as you no doubt have, according
to yours."
He glanced at her quickly, with a
rising Hush of indignation in his sullen
'face. But he was abashed, and had the
sense to say nothing.
"I am not going to worry you with
any moralizing, any questions," she
went on, looking at the fire. "I would,
of course. If I cared; but I don't. I will
do what I can for you take care of
you till you are better able to go away.
But but that's all."
"Then you are not going to make It
up again?" whined he.
Constance looked at him quickly and
her eyes filled with tears. If there had
been a spark of affection In his tone,
of longing for the warmth of his wife's
heurt, as distinct from power over her
purse, she would not have been hard
to him. But love for another and love
returned had made her clear-sighted.
She shook hor head.
"No more than that," she said,
gently.
He kept his head bent for a little
while, looking at the fire. Then he
nodded philosophically. After all, he
had outgrown any feeling for his wife
long ago. In the meantime he might
think himself sure of a roof and a crust
as long ts she was In an engagement.
"Well, as you like," said he, at last.
Over his face there passed a curious
look. In the pause that followed hei
own words she had been woman enough
to hope that he was going to coax, to
entreat. And she was disappointed.
She rose quickly from her chair.
"I couldn't get another room In this
house," said she. "So I've got one net
door. But It's a poky little place, not'
what you would like; so you can have
mine. I will have the one In the next
house. Good night."
She waited one moment at the door,
looking at him curiously. He glanced
up.
"Thank you. Good night," said he.
In another moment she was outside
the house. On the opposite side of the
road a man was standing. He crossed
quickly over to her.
"Constance, I want to see you."
"Cyril!"
"Oh, my poor child, what an experi
ence for you! What are you going to
do?"
Then he stopped, looking at her In
amazement.
"Why, I don't understand. You look
happier than I have seen you for ever
so long. Is it possible you care for fot
him?"
Constance shook her head, smiling
rather sadly.
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"I wish It were possible." she said. "I
don't care for htm, I care for you. And
yet, now that he has come back. I am
happier than I was before. I am thank
ing Heaven that he did come In time.
I was not so strong as I pretended, Cy
ril. I was getting afraid."
But Cyril looked Impatient, misera
ble.
"You have sacrificed your life!" said
he, passionately.
"And saved my what Is it? pride?
Well. I am satisfied, Cyril; a man can
never understand a woman; I don't
understand myself. But I am happier
tonight knowing that I am out of dan
ger, that there is to be no more strug
gling and no more questioning, than I
was before."
"He will be a burden to you as long
as you live."
"I can't help that."
"Constance, this la quixotism."
"Well, I can't help that either. Good
night."
And she disappeared Into the house.
Wrhen Tom Anderson died, six months
later, Cyril Ardener was already the
husband of Lilian Falrbrother. But
Constance was not unhappy, except In
the fear that the little coquette would
muke an indifferent ife.
She had been true to hor best self; she
had gained a victory which had made
her strong. And to the end of her life
she will congratulate herself upon her
very best performance.
(The End.)
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M Ingredients well-known to ail. It oaa be
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roofa, also to briok dwaliaga. whloh wUI
Ereveat absolutely any crumbllag, eraok
ig or breaking of the briok. It will one
last Una la a of any kind by many yeftra,
and It'a oaot does not exceed one-fifth tkat
of the oaat of tinning. Is sold by tka) Jofe
ar pound. Contracts taken by
ANTONIO ttAATMAKN. 18 aUroh WL
LAGER
BEER
BREWERY,
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(ACTION
TO OUR
Washburn-Croshy Co. wish to assure their many pa
rons that they will this year hold to their usual custom
pi milling STRICTLY OLD WHEAT until the new crop
is fully cured. New wheat is now upon the market, ana
owing to the excessively Jry weather many millers ar
of the opinion that it is already cured, and in proper
condition for milling. Washburn-Crosby Co. will take
no risks, and will allow the new wheat fully thre
months to mature before grinding.
This careful attention to every detail of milling has
placed Wuhburn-Crosby Co.'s flour far above other
brands.
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Wholesale Agents.
Christmas Attractions
BEAUTIFTL GOODS AT LOW PRICES.
JEWELRY WATCHES
S1LYERWARE CLOCKS
DIAMONDS, la rings, scarf pics, etc. OPERA GLASSES, Etc,
, Also an exceptionally fine line of
GOLD-HEADED CflNES AND UMBRELLAS
Our stock embraces evetytliing in the way of
'desirable and appropriate
CHRISTMAS GIFTS
for old and young.
NO GOODS MISREPRESENTED.
c.
107 Wyoming Ave.
HORSEMEN !
DO NOT WAIT
FOR SNOW AND ICE.
Havo your Horses' Shoes prepared with proper holes for
"Hold Fast" Calks.
SIZES, 516, 3-8, 7-16, 9-16.
This Tar Tin fastens 2 j B
psiHii,iLlJl.J.!l,,lf L'i&tl E I 3 5
cam in she, U5"i ,1 ?5 g 5 .22 en
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ASK YOUR SHOER ABOUT THEM.
For further particulars address
TTEB
ENDER
SCRAN TON, PA.
Agents for Northern Pennsylvania and Southwestern New York.
THE DICKSON MANUFACTURING CO
SCRANTON AND WILKES-BARRE, PA., Manufacturer of
Locomotives, Stationary Engines, Boilers,
HOISTING AKD PUMPING MACHINERY.
Oeneral Office: SCRANTON, PA.
EVERY WOMAN
BofaeMsMt aee 4a a reliable, soothlv', refnlallns medicine. Only hamlets Sa
Ue sorest drupskeald be ose4. II joa vaal the bsM, n
Dr. Pod'o
T.ev,-v..e
Beiat, eai uyvwi,
Fae aala. ha JOMM M PMC LPS.
Sprue Street, Seranten ,
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PATRONS :
Established 1856
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