Show CLARAS DIARY She was a clerk In an office downtown down-town Her name wai Clara Willey and she was very fair very plump and very tweet and which was a miner detail de-tail engiged to the nlceit fellow on earth It wai a dull rainy dy In early all and at the clock truck 5 Clara rote loom the high chair placed A brown tee ban on her yellow hair took up a morocco mo-rocco covered book from her desk and started for home The rain poured In torrents at the walked rapidly along the street and ilg nailed a patting car Not till the was seated did the intit S the book the had taken with her fluIdly flu-Idly stopping the car the alighted flattening up the street seeking for the book the had toil but It was not to be ound Willie Parsons the young good looking only tonol Lawyer Parsons tat In hit tastefully lurnlihed den thinking deeply On an open book which hid apparently been engrossing hit attention lay I miniature photograph that showed the charming face ol Clara Wllley 1roni which It will be Inferred that Iartont was that very lucky nicest tel low on earth A quick rap at the door Interrupted hit thought and lie called Come In1 A handtornc man of jo entered He looked damp and cold and In hit hand he carried a mull book bound In mu racco Lion old boy how are jou exclaimed ex-claimed Iartont riling and ttrclchlng out hit hand to grasp lilt friends Fine at 1111 William and anslout to e examine my find holding up the book it wee nut i a very large book but on the cover In dainty gliding were the word Clara Diary At run taw It he matched from Lionel SlanificMt hand and carried It to the light Lion looked at lini In silent wonder but alter a minute said Indlf I lerenllyt Why to ocltcd my boy Knowthc fair owner of Clara Diary Yet Will you let me keel It I Couldnt think of It William Tell me lit owner and Ill return It otherwise other-wise I mean to read lit contents at once and he stepped forward with outstretched out-stretched hand I Willie Parsons drew back and accidentally acci-dentally the book fell to the hour Doth leaned over to pick It up Ic lay open at the lint page and they both read the words written thereTo there-To my darling Lbn whom I may never tee again I dedicate this little book Clara Lionel face grew a dull red and lie raised the book quickly and closed It I but Willie Parsons stood itlll white toMs to-Ms dark waving hair lie spoke quietly but with effort I mutt hive been mUlakcn You know the owner I Lionel Santflcld milled a very pleat ant happy mlle at he replied carncttly William 1111I not greatly mlttakcn this book belong to one I hate long Ihough dead my beloved wife Clara Wllley Stamrield Parsons grew paler but antttercd bravely 101 I very glad for you Lion Ill tee you tomorrow probably I And then they laid good night for htantfleld taw that 1artont wished to be I alone Next evening Lionel Staniflcld knelt betide a low cot In which lay a fair pale I woman She mutt have once been the exact counterpart ol Clam Wllley but sickness and sorrow had made her look yean older thin the really was She wan fpeaklng very slowly I A ml you hunted fcrmc Lionelwhen you returned 1 knew you would comeback come-back though they all said you never would And now I am dying Would that I might She slopped for the door opened to admit Clara Wllley holding open letter In her hand At the tight ol Ilnncl the drew back but her twin titter tit-ter called her Clara do you not remember Lionel lie found my dairy tint you had bound for me and to found me Clara stretched out her hand Impul i < lively and welcomed her brotheilnlaw In a law graceful words Tlitn glancing at her letter the ad almost In a whli pen Where did tau find Itl Down Ltlrcct I and I look It up to Parsons Intending to t lie did not finish hit lenience for Clara ell lalntlngto the floor The letter let-ter the had fluttered to her tUleri couch I and she plckcl It up and glanced at It I Inilinerently Hut whit the taw teemed to Interest her She read It quickly and at Clara thowed signs of returning conscious nay the esclilmedt Lion please leave her and go for Willie Pariont I want him Ileate hir ry Lion arid with a look 01 wonder o hit face Lionel obeyed In one happy home dwells Lionel Slanifleld with lilt wile and the a no longer an Invalid I In another Mr and Mrs William Paroa are Hill spending their honeymoon and III It doubtful i they will ever become lot loolllhly happy Uoiton Olobe |