Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 300, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 December 1914 — The Price Of a Heart [ARTICLE]

The Price Of a Heart

The man, was going • target married. He bad sown his tfyrildV oats and now he meant to sett’ je dowfii. Wealthy, good-look' mg, a/first-rate a favorlt * with {men and women aOfke, the Fates, .spinning busily had smiled » gpon hlmlat birth and woven only i thneads In the woof of this 11 £ For years; he hr gy IHed the life ot the smart young d mun about town. He had done the ft jame things in the usual wan he hr 2* been neither very good nor'bad; iiAjj ds own words, the favorite 'words,, 'of l British youth, ho had always t’yfcg « > play the game. It was bergmge > e felt it Incumbent upon him to pjtay the game that bo decided teß tl e woman he was going mWrry d a certain newlyctoeed/eplsr ,de In I his life. The consideration ' that PS rhaps It would bo as well u, T her to! hear the tale from him M -.hand, in stead of embroidered wf lt h lies ot i a foundation of truth, ' xs she mdght hear It from some one e 7 Be ifcavt »i counted for some-

' » at his ostertsltt’te reason, the reaj he gave hAmm’lf « *• knotted y j tie carefully' bet'ore hie mirror on 7 Jie fateful moitnin? of eoefeaalon, was that he mu pt jfc>y the game. 1 hardly like to taH you, dear, he began, awkwardly. “ dln ® “ perfectly groome B on\ the hearth that afternoon, fit ib »° difficult to Xak to women Hike \ you about certain thing*. But—but-A Evelyn, you re not marrying a saMnt, y»>u know.” The fair-haired ’womtan in the big arm chair looked up at yhlm sweetly out of innooent blue ey«M "Dear, I know,** she said gently. ' He moved uncpmfortah ly. »B at It** just what youj don’t k now." he told her, "that I worrying about I’m not thinking oO •cards and racing and things tike ihat It’d about women f want to, weak to yam Es- ' 0116 woniii’ Ho paußA'd and bit his Ups nervosurtyt \ -Ah!" 4*id she aoftly|took- • ing down. . "She was a|nlce«littls»thing, *w»nt on the man, Slot quite I a lady, yeu know, but very pretty and all that. Her father ‘drank. She ran away from home. Hadn’t a frfend in tee world when* I picked tier up. Only the streets in front of her. A good woman, like you, Bvelyn> oan’t realtee what the horror of that means. I took a flat tor her." —Ah!" taaffi the woman softly, looking down. , p •*I knew heritor three years? went ,on the man, gathering courage. She was grateful tor aH I had dons. for She. was caaDvha **»*«-

vuiug. rrus, ot course, that’s alKosdr and done with now. I settled up finally wit»her today. I shall never see her ag(a£n. There was no reason for yquS ever ’to know, only that I felt it wosfldrft be quite playing the game not to let \you know.” “What has beopme of the girl?" asked the woman,' still softly, still looking away. The man shxuggeid his shoulders. “Still in the) flat’,. I presume," he said carelessly. x is paid up till December." His ’voice became persuasive. He benAdown so that his face was very near the coils of fair hair wound j smoothly^round her head. "Don’t let us talk about her any more,” he said. “It's \all finished and done with. Don’t poufx But say you forive me.” “I’ll forgive you," she tsaid, prettily. He caught her, flushed - ' and smiling, to him, fiercely. “My saint,”' he said. In a daintily furnished room of a little flat a woman lay dead upon the bed with an empty vinl in her hand. I There were traces of'.tears upon her cheeks; her closed eyelids were swollen. She, too, played the game.