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J ustic Employment Agency of Richmond. Va. J. H. LOUDER. Manager. 4 Main St.. Norwalk. MISTAKEN In view of the fact that there are but two living characters' in this brief nar- ntive, it E’will not be necessary to use 1 names. 4 One other character—a dead person—enters into the recital, and she, too, may be without a name. It was nearly two years after this woman’s death that He and She, the liv- ing principals of this tale were married. The dead woman had been his wife and She had known her for years—indeed, the two women had been school fellOWS together; and after the young wife’s death She was the first to go to him with a consolation that brought surcease in that moment of healt torn grief, when the futu1e seemed to hold nothing for him. All at once. just at a moment when his friends were wondering that a. hus- band’s grief could be. so deep and last- ing, he began to go down the country- way between the ‘two houses and spend an hour on the broad back porch that faced the garden of old fashioned roses that were cared for through the cool of the morning and evening by the quiet folk who had been so much to him in his time of grief. There was comfort here and remembrance, and sometimes re— membranes is not so bitter when there is a. faint gleam of hope with it. That was what he thought as he grew fond of leaning back in the easy split bottom chair of that simple home one evening after another, until at length “the folks” began to go into the house earlier than they did at first, leaving him out there with her alone. Neither spoke of the dead woman for a long time. Then, one night. after they had come back from a. long stroll, when He said one or two things that She seemed surprised to hear, she said, just before the parting: “If you don’t mind—to-morrow—we —you and I—will go up there—to the cemetery, you know, and put some flowers on—on her grave‘.” That night, sitting with the dead woman’s picture in front of him, he thought it all over. He thought of the thousand qualities of heart and mind that had made the wife of his youth the wife of his fancy—his very life and soul. He closed his eyes and felt her pres- ence and heard her speech, and putting out his hand, hers seemed to rest within his own broad, willing palm. For a long time—hours, perhaps—he sat there, and then, when he got up from his chair, he saw, by a strange chance, a picture of the other woman in another part of the room. “She shall not go with me, to-mor~ row!” he exclaimed. and the empty room echoed the words back to him so strange- ly, that he started. “It is my grief, not hers—my remembrance, not hers!” he cried, and again the walls repeated his words. But the morning rarely keeps the pledges of the night. When he arose, after a. brief but refreshing sleep, the sun filled the room. The first thing that caught his eye w as the photograph of the dead woman. and t am he remem- be1ed. He looked over into the fire- place and saw the bits of paper that were once her picture. “I was foolish,” he said, the photograph and put pocket of one of his coats—next to his heart. It was late that afternoon when He and She returned from the little country cemetery,walking slowly and in silence. They had found the grave already more beautiful than artifice could make it, for nature had not been neglectful, and it seemed that over this mound, of all others, her gifts were scattered with lavish hand. , So the little bunches of plucked roses were put about the head- stones, and then they went home—to her home. “Won’ t you come in? ’ she said. gent- ly, as they reached the front of the house. The man stood in silence. The empty basket dropped at his feet and he looked away from the woman that stood in front of him. Then, moved by im- pulse, he turned and grasped her hands in his and held them, in spite of a strug- gle that followed a slight noise from within the house. “Let me go!" she whispered, with ex- citement. “Some one.will see!” There was no one in the broad front hall,,and she drew a chair out of an ad'- joining parlor, and as he seated himself absently she dropped upon one of the steps that led ’to the floor above. She started to speak but he was not listening. Instead, he began telling her_ of his struggles of the night before. “I feel easier, now,” he said. “and I want you to forgive me. Some day I am coming here—six months from now, perhaps, and ask you to be my wife—to take her place in my lonely heart. May 1?” She had l-«rn e rpecting such a ques- tion, but not ._ aple with such a. con- fession. She was dazed by it all, and the only thing she could do was to fol- low him to the (1001 and, as he pressed her for an answer, say yes with her lips while her heait said no. ‘ Bless you!” the man murmured. “You have made me very happy. Good- 7, It was a. little over a year from that day that He and She stood before the minister of their church. It was called a good match in the town. They had known each other for such a long time that it did not seem possible that there could be a mistake. After a little din- ner to a few friends the couple went away on a little journey to the city—as light of heart as if neither had ever met more than a schoolboy’s sorrow. One day, six months after the wed- ding, She chanced to read a. poem that brought a new and unsuspected terror to her heart. These were the stanzas: What though she lieth mute on yonder hill? Through ivy green and showy eglantere _ Have held in loving fold, through many in ear, Her usiiiet grave, I fear her—fear her still. He lozvedt5 her once. Ay, though be hold me as And sear my lips with kisses . burning sweet, . No touch of mine may make his life re- as he took piste. For man’s first love ls oftentimes his last. it in the The seeds of suspicion grow in shal- low 51111. From this chance poem one afzer another circumstance came back to the suddenly inflamed znin'l until a torrent of terrible thoughts drove the young wife almost to desperation. Then she became calmer. and proceeding 011 a foundation that had not a fact in its- structure, she deliberately planned to test her husband’s devotion.’ That ev- ening when she met him at the gate with the kiss that he always said was the subject of all his daytime thinking, She was so quiet that he asked, as they walked arm in mm together up the cinder, rose-lined path. if anything had gone wrong. “No.” she answered softly. “but I’ve been thinking of something serious.” ”Whether your preserves will turn out right?” he laughed. The look that she gave in response was sobering. “Nothing like that,” she went on calmly. “It is about—about—her. ” She watched for some effect, and she saw it. He started and paled. “Why, dearest, what—what—” But he could say no more. In an in- stant she—the other wife—came back to him. A feeling akin to that of the ter- rible night eighteen months before was aroused, and unconsciously he dropped the arm of the woman by his side—his living companion. The woman was watching his every movement. “It is true,” she thought. “For these long months I have been deceiving my- self.” “I hope you haven’t been thinking foolish things.” “I have only been thinking,” she said, “that we should not forget—for- get her so, that We should go up—up there, like we did once before.” “Together?” he asked. “Yes. Why not?” “Why, I don’t know,” he said, “but it seems strange, somehow'—I don’t know just why; but let’s not go to- gether.” In an instant she had reasoned that he had been going to that little ceme- tery alone and that at that shrine he had paid tribute without her knowl— edge. As he sat he recalled the other great moment of his struggle with the same question, and 110w he felt guilty that he should so soon have forgotten the mound in the little cemetery and the woman whose body lay under it. He was thinking along in this vein when he went out to supper. His wife spoke to him of other things and appeared to be willing to change the subject. but he was moody and silent. That night, at bedtime, he went away to himself and she sat alone in her little room. She did not cry as women do when they are weak; but in her strength she calculated on the past and the future. She calmly reasoned it out, and thinking about it from every point of view. she could only see a picture of a wretched life. She had the chance poem in her hand, and two or' three times she read its five stanzas through. The last one was the worst: Love’s perfect flower may never bloom for me— For me, his wife; for, ah, I fear her still Who lives forever mute on yonder hill. His heart: one love: W'ould God that I were 8 e! “I wonder when he goes?” she thought. Surely she knew how all of his time had been spent; but she must have been de- ceived. In’ t 111s state of mind she fell asleep. When she awoke the first light of the morning was creeping through the vine- covercd windows. She instantly re- membered the horrible events of the‘ night before, but now they did not seem so bad. She would go to him and talk it over. She would wake him with a kiss and confess her mind, just as he had done, long before. Then She went to his room. It was deserted. She looked hurriedly about the house. He was not there. The truth came to her in the instant. She was surprised that he could have got away on other mornings and back again without her knowledge. She wondered, too, as she slipped into ‘ her light wrap and hat, that the neigh- bors had not observed and whispered it to her. In such a state of mind she hur- ried along the lane, not speaking to the surprisedD villagersv rho stared afte1 her as she went up the hill 111 the direction of the graveyard. In her excitement, she had miscalcu- lated her position, and here, on the street side of the fence, she could see the neglected grave. He stood by it, with his hands clasped back of him. A bunch of flowers rested on the head- stone, and there seemed to be many beautiful ones growing all over the mound. While she watched he fell to his knees, and, clasping his hands in front of his face, he remained motion— less for a minute or two. Then he got up and walked in the direction of the stile. The woman crouched low in the grass and waited until her husband had passed down the road out of her view. it 9(- :‘i- 55 9% The man felt better for his morning’s experience. He felt that he had re- paired a. neglect. Singularly enough, nature had kept up her kind ministra- tions, and the grave was as well tended as it had been nearly two years ago. 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