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Show "'," THE PARTING HOUR. wnn A KEW KKDIHO. An Idyl of theporeh. "Yes, loin I will be brave, but It Is o-0 bard " , , . . .. "I know, '"earest, b:it It must be; rate decrees de-crees it." ' In an emphatic splutter: "I ha-ate fa-ate." - "There, there! but my Kirllo doesn't hate her boy?" "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, nol How can you ever say it?" (Prolonged silence; two shadows blend as one.) ! "Well, the sad words must be said: goo" "Oh, no; don't say them; they are too cruel." "What shall I say, sweet?" "Say-ay-ob, I can't bear it!" "There; let us both be bra-e. Time may separate us, but, dear, eternity will unite us forever." "Oh, bow good and grand you are!" (With an endeavor at a lighter mood.) "There, you've said the first half; now I'U say the other by." "It doesn't sound so hard that way, docs It? I'll be brave and say it too by," "That 's a good by girlie." "Oh, you cute old darling." (Silence and shadows as before.) "By, love." "By, pet." . ..?' "By." V - "B By." (Both together) "By." And is it their lust sad parting? Ah, what relentless fate could sepurato two such loving, lov-ing, young, brave hearts? No, sympathetic reader, It is not their Inst; it is their first and only, so far, since their engagement six hours previous atO p. m. And "relentless fete" is the necessity neces-sity ber "cute old darling" feels of getting home in time to change his dress suit, take a nnp and got down to the office at 7:30 to earn the daily fraction of his $9.75 per week. Aristine Anderson in Judge. |