Argosy, Vol. 123, No. 1 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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54 Anne! He had loved her so much always that he had sometimes forgotten to tell her much about it. Instead, he had de- scribed the wonderful business things that were happening to him—his life in the city. And the things he and Estelle were doing —the opera, the theaters, and all that—he had told it all to Anne with a great personal pride, because it seemed to typify his own success. _ How Anne must have felt! Jimmy felt himself very small and mean when his reflections reached this point. He had thought he had learned a lot; but he could See now there were many, many things in life he had yet to learn. Jimmy took the train for Menchon that same afternoon. He stayed there three days. They were the three most important and wonderful days in his whole life, not- withstanding the wonderful things that had already happened to him. On the afternoon of the fourth day he ~ was back again in New York, and in Mr. Wentworth’s office. . But this time he was not alone, for he held firmly by the hand the shyest, prettiest, dearest little girl in all the world. | _ Anne was dressed in a smart little tailor- made suit. She wore her air up now, but her face still had that startled, shy look that always made her seem, to Jimmy, anyhow, just like a sweet, half-frightened little child. | (The THE ARGOSY.. Jimmy was somewhat a privileged char- acter by this time in the Wentworth com- pany, and he entered Mr. Wentworth’s of- fice without much ceremony. It so hap- pened that at that.moment its only two occupants were the president and his daughter. Just inside the doorway Jimmy paused abruptly, with an apology on his lips. Anne stood close beside him, holding tight to his arm. What Jimmy said by way of introduction is unimportant. But he finished with: ‘““ And—and this is Anne—I mean my— my wife—Mrs. Rand. We were married yesterday. And—and now we're going away for a month—we’re going to disap- pear. I wanted to tell you so you’d know where I was. And I wanted you both to meet Anne.” He paused an instant, looked down into Anne’s adoring eyes, that stared up into his face just as they always used to, and went on with a rush: “You think I’ve put over something big with this company, don’t you, Mr. Went- worth? You’ve said so, anyway. Well, I never would have been able to do it only for Anne; she made me want to do it. She deserves all the credit. ‘You'll have to thank her, Mr. Went- worth.” And since all his life Jimmy believed that to be so, it probably was. End.) THE GARDEN OLD HE garden old where first we met Was redolent of mignonette, Of honeysuckle white and red, And myrtle vines that trailed and spread Above the wall grown violet. When roses with the dew were wet Or in the twilight’s silhouette, We sought through lovers’ paths to tread ‘- The garden old. Though life’s long day has nearly set, - It casts no shadows of regret ; For though the light of youth has fled, And blossoms of the earth are dead, My love and I can ne’er forget The garden old. Cliford Howard. Gomiicovook C©