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DE LAND, FLA., THURSDAY, APRIL 20, 1Q11.
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(Continued from Last Week.)
"You know I never drink," I answered.
"That will do to tell the girls," he
replied, "but I noticed that your glass
was refilled at the dinner party the
other evening oftener than were any
of the others. And, by the way, Miss
Runyon was there, too, and she seemed
to be surprised that you did not speak
to her. You had better keep on the
right side of the old man's daughter
if you want promotion you know."
Suddenly a great light broke over
me. My double had not been living
quite the life that I had pretended to
live. And I had thought that Mary
had not intended to accept that invitation.
I left my friend standing where he
was and started on a run towards
Mary's home. As I came near I saw
her just returning from her morning
drive so I knew that she was at home.
However, the maid said, "not at home"
in the most icy tones. I told her to
tell her mistress that I had a very
important communication to make to
her but it was of no avail.
I went on down to the office and
confused more contracts in a day than
an expert could straighten out in a
month. That afternoon I sent my
double back to Ithaca thinking to
lock the barn even if the horse had
already been stolen. I also wrote
a long letter to Mary explaining everything, but it was returned unopened.
My work suffered so now from my
worrying that I was not surprised at
the end of the month to receive a little
note with my check saying that my
services were no longer required. I
was so completely undone that I was
glad to secure a position as transit
man with a construction party on the
N. Y., N. H. & H. Railway. I made
one more attempt to see Mary before
leaving the city but in vain.
As the construction train sped on
towards the Mesicaw branch where I
was to work, I did a great deal of hard
thinking. I had certainly been an
idiot. I would have to start all over
again but if I put my best into this
work another chance might open up
for me.
I was much pleased to learn that
the Mesicaw branch was being extended
through a particularly rugged portion
of the Adirondacks. Here was a
chance to forget my troubles in good
hard work. I threw my whole self
into the work and time went quickly.
When the first of the year came I was
told that the division chief had been
promoted and that I was to take his
place.' I was so busy in the new
office that another year passed almost
without my noticing it.
And so years more might have passed
had I not, one day, noticed an an- j
nouncement of a Cornell Alumni Ball
to be held at Ithaca the next week.
It had been several years since I had
seen many of my old classmates and
I decided to go.
Leave of absence was obtained after
some delay and I got into Ithaca with
just time enough to dress and get to
the hall a little late. As I came into
the room pleasant memories of old
friends crowded over me. "Will Tom
he here?" "I wonder if I will see
old Bill," and similar questions passed
through my mind. But the first person I saw was Mary Runyon. Memories of an entirely different nature
came to me now. I withdrew into
an alcove where I could be alone and
sat down to think.
Then a part of the story happened
of which I did not learn for some time.
Mary was crossing the floor and met
Ben Wetherby and a friend of his.
"Good evening Mr. Brown," she
said to Ben, very formally.
"Your mistake, Miss Runyon," said
Ben's friend. "Allow me to introduce to you Mr. Wetherby of the class
of '99."
"It is not the first time I have been
mistaken for Jim Brown," said Wetherby, and then he told the story of our
partnership game, ending with the
observation that he did not think
that I would care now as he had not
seen me for nearly two years and
supposed that I was digging gold mines
up in Alaska or something equally
foolish.
"Why, Jim is here this evening; I
am sure I saw him a few moments
ago," said the friend.
Mary made no reply but turned and
left the two men standing alone.
A little later I felt a light hand on my
shoulder and heard a sweet familiar
voice say, "Jim, can you forgive me?"
Mottoes From Shakespeare for Everybody
The Bootblack—"Ay, there's the
rub." Hamlet, III: 1.
The Convict—"I have done the state
some service." Othello, V: 2.
The Landlord—"See what a rent."
Julius Caesar, III: 2.
Messenger Boy—"Shall I not take
mine ease?" I Henry IV, III: 3.
The Auctioneer—"I only speak right
on." Julius Caesar, III: 2.
Baseball Man—" Do not saw the
air too much." Hamlet, III: 2.
The Cook—"Such stuff as dreams
are made on." Tempest, IV: 1.
Diver—"I would fain die a dry
death." Tempest, I: 2.
Customs Collector—"Pass by and
curse thy fill." Timon of Athens, V: 5.
Hair Dresser—"Framed to make
women false." Othello, I: 3.
The Gambler—"I have set my life
upon a cast." Richard, V: 4.
The Barber—"Make each particular
hair to stand on end." Hamlet, I: 5.
The Fisherman—"I could a tale
unfold." Hamlet, 1:5.
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