Show o HEART I 1 OF FLAMING G GOLD o 00 0 0 00 00 0 0 0 0 d 1 inc by 0 4 3 walsh IT OVE heals all wounds salil said T L miss mary softly j the girl opposite etier tier lu hj dark licud bend swiftly jt Is lovo love that wounds slie site countered 1 I was a happy girl until I 1 looked to in tile face of love loe t dont tell we me you happy then 1111 appy jeans hands dropped copped into her lop the roll of gay silks forgotten yes too happy the radiance me end and L I 1 lived only from moment to moment tho the world forgotten then then tier brown eyes that always reminded I 1 miss bliss mary alary of dewy brown pan ses shone wilb pain and tier pin pill lips quivered came 14 A dy day when ilien I 1 must choose between love lore and honor cool rain sputtered spattered on the hut hot window panes and a robin outside called for more apparently not satisfied fled with the silver drops that cooled the dry grasses and refreshed the thirsty miss mrry glanced nt lit the absorbed face 1 I neet need I 1 not ask yoa you how you decided your eyes tire are a guarantee of honor nud nod loyalty sometimes the narrow road of truth Is difficult but it Is the lie only ore oce for girls like you it t would lul anit you to forsake an ideal that what grieves me exclaimed jap jenn n resuming her ber needle resolutely ill it S because the story aioo told me wat upon a I 1 lluc I 1 sent my lover a vaa refused refuge d to aim again in see him and jeans vote broke in spite of tier lier pride 11 it wits all unnecessary ally chair wanted him herself all mid slie she told me mea a garbled talc into that I 1 bell ved and I 1 felt fell 1 I 1 cou ilni steal a mans heart away from my iny friend and I 1 promised d not to stand in her way tco late I 1 found that rost had lied that lie he bad loved only rue the invalid watched the downcast down downe capt apt face in silence 1 I do not wl fisli ji to pry my dear but you ae let blin know now nowr dout dont let pride stand in the way ht it Is not to blame for the mistake you made and if lie truly loves love s you he will forgive your lack of cf falth faith it lack ol of falth I 1 linew knew lie he loved me but hose enior lie he had loved her ber first arst and that if id case seeing him film she would get him back rose hose Is very poor and he Is rich it meant so she said everything to tier her and tier her mother i love Is never neer wasted you will meet another man who will cherish you I 1 11 no 10 I 1 shall love no one else it iset pride that imps ps me ino from telling him it Is because I 1 have no idea where lie has gone ue he was waa in india ill the e last I 1 heard of him his fits picture was jn in the paper with a lion hed allied ive written tits hia club but my letter was returned lie he find left no address A rich man would have houses objected miss aliss mary men like that are obliged to leave addresses dresses od for business reasons ile he has au an estate lit in long island but I 1 dont know exactly where it Is I 1 imagine ingine In that thai lie find only a guest card to alie dub club lit in the lie city and why lie he left no forwarding address jew jean visiting some wealthy friends friend in the country land had gone to miss bliss marys cottage to read to tier lier as did many of tile alie neighbors and she had asked abal she could do to help her it if you would only cut my pieces for rue me and join tile the ends so I 1 carl can start a new silk rug miss bliss mary had answered 1 I can crochet nicely but I 1 cant manage the large pieces jeans city friends would have been at seeing the petted person carefully cutting strips of sill silk fabrics nod and then sewing them in the strips required for crocheting it had seemed a bit bewildering to jean and slie she had privately marveled at the thrift of the lie very poor to her those hits of silk seemed u useless seless and slip would gladly have made a money gift that would have saved the invalid from the necessity of making the rugs to sell but shed been warned not to make any mistake miss mary was a gentlewoman and would time been hurt to any suggestion of charity so jean had pricked her white fingers end and grown worm warm with fatigue as she ehe sewed the flimsy bits of silk stockings and ends from dia 0 c corded crded bowra say miss alary liry you tiny rose color dont you like guy colors colons in your rugs she and det winded touching with almost ablio rent fin pers gers tile drub and browns miss mies Al marys larys eyes twinkled youth K y lully jully 1 I adore them site she confes confessed seo rind especially I 1 love gold I 1 wish we had one of tints to take file he cen renter ter 11 1 fieve soine boine lleces alt ces cried tin flit artful jean who laid and fished for this ills ngien ing in ive an old evening clunk ut of gold flint Is lined filled with rose batill it Is in tile the rai ghag im afraid slie she fished lint you on wont mind alint mind it if cried the other rapturously tiring bring the pieces next lime you entile will you jeun jean refused a moonlight picnic to get that lint perfectly good cont coat cut up into strips not no liking to trust tier her annid with tile hie wor work k she was determined flint patient miss mar aenry should have hae one rug to tier her liking strange that the wh should haye have riven given out commented the he invalid when the ilia rosy flood of s dropped on her reclining chall it la Is ot of in arTelOus quality and does not look loo k worn 4 i one cannot always tell by appear ance in cc bubbled jenn jean tier her eyes dancing gayly galy as the she hunted for a spool of rose slik silk 0 to o join tile ends of that silk llie garment had find had a jenny label sewn in it when jean began her ripping 1 1 have tiny number of silk stockings that im going to bring down on my next trip well lieve a ducky duay rug so the lie heart ot of that rug wits was soft yet naming fla ining gold jean jaan had find placed the huge lall in miss marys hards harda ns is soon ns it was tolled rolled you begin be gin to crochet and ill have tile rose rendy re 11 dy in no time it was nice ong strips site she conduced smiling joyously nt at tier liftee secret ros wai vim embroidered in threads of gold ant antl the even rows that lint encircled lie file heart of gold milde made a brne brave showing jenn I 1 cant sell ll it breathed tile lie invalid when it was id rather sell my tulip quilt that hat iv always refilled ed to part with lis exquisite it reminds nie me of it rudl radl ant youth these glowing colors that look as though they could never fade jenn jean lint had gone blick back to the city und and ill little path to the cottage wn snow covered cohered when miss mary had find a callei my actea me lue down to sui set it I 1 coilin persuade pers jade you to sell ore of i your quaint quilts I 1 hear you have bae one of flip rare hooked ho rus rugs n rug lie reni aMed after lie lind presented his fits rard card for introduction miss aliss mir smiled genially she loved to have hee treasures ap appreciated preel file you n standing n it it is abour 0 four masted schooner under full still sail done on vill jail cloth it la IA indeed a rare hut bill ill sell it 1 I indulged ID 1115 self by bi keeping a rug i 1 made to sell see she indicated flit exquisite rose and gold rug that made lunde pitch of atry t lit hi tile llie late lilt sunset as i liy lay across hr knees it a young girl I 1 love gave tue me the ifie pieces nit and she tired herself out sewing up the strips for tile me youth often spend hours tolling alks that for an old person who Is not tier iier h kin hin in politely he wrenched ills eyes fram fiam tits his glorious and turned ills his attention to tile the silky rug it is indeed beautify beautiful lie said at last a look of sadness ending his fine face the colors remund roe me of a great loss I 1 sustained once felth in n the torte one girl in the world there was a poignant note of bleik bleak nest nes in the rich voice thoi thai diverted the invalids attention from the quaint pattern of tier rug and site she looked across tit nl him intently 1 I 1 hope you wont think me inquisitive site she began slowly selecting tier her words with infinite care but im going to ask you to bear with tin an old woman a moment I 1 listened to a story lately that impressed me because of the useless hurt to two young hearts will vill you tell me the name of the girl who abused your fulth faith A girl who once wore n cloak of rose and gold ue he started his lingers had been straying ovey over the rosy braided silk A cloak he repeated she wore a cloak of that material uia terla the last time I 1 saw tier her she told me site she loved tile me and that very night site she telephoned telephone d me saying she claimed a womans comans I 1 privilege of changing tier her mind there was a lie between you breathed aliss mary alary that Is tier her tier lier name Is jean ue ile nodded tits his blue eyes probing hers hed suffered too long to at accept what the gods were promising out of all the world of girls it possible viat that you have known my jean not only do I 1 know and love her but gayly site she twinkled at film across bat aliat rug of love jean is visiting again in the city she was here tit at the merrills only lust week you must hurry bitel bad for ashes planning ti it gt go to japan shortly when the explanations had bad been made and all cleared between the lovers he said jenn jelin it if you hall bened to ghe miss mary your old silk scraps wed have never found each other again think that a rug rag rug could play the lie part it 1 cupid it tin an ordinary rug rag rug L elic he deniu demurred tile the extravagant willial that had impelled her to cut the garment to please the old lady it wits was a love rug rose and gold tire lire the colors of love |