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THE TRAIN 1 M GOING TO MEET THE TRAIN
hummed it softly to himself and laughed quietly to think that he would meet her at last ; hold her to his sore, aching heart ; banish forever this nightmare that had been. And she would tell him, close into his ear, that he had been dreaming a fearful dream ; that she was with him as she had been before ; that she would never leave him again. Ted approached the station with elaborate caution. There was no one in sight, and afar off sounded the siren whistle of a locomotive rapidly approaching. Ted's face broke into a glory of hope and a fulfillment of joy. "The train!" he whispered. "I'm going to meet-^the — train. All aboard — killed ? Ha ! ha ! that's — pretty good; but it's a lie, Dora, my sweet — it's a silly — lie — " His flying footsteps took him afar down the track, and they found him
there an hour later, his lips still moving faintly, his eyes gloriously at peace.
"It is well," the doctor told the boys and old Jim, who stood sobbing by the quiet figure stretched on the bed ; " it is a merciful release. ' '
Ted looked up at them; then his face lit with a transfiguration that all who saw realized as a foretaste of a joy unearthly. Alone with him in the room of Life and to his shining eyes a figure came, a slender, curvey figure, ashimmer in clinging white satin and cloudy white veil, and burdened sweetly with white roses. The face smiled into her lover's with such a divine compassion, such an infinite love and promise, that the prisoning flesh relinquished the yearning spirit and a marriage was kept in heaven. Ted's tomorrow had dawned.
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The Photoplay
By MARY CAROLYN DAVIES
A living tale of love and hate, Of life and death, adventure rare;
A drama built of chance and fate, To brighten hearts and banish care. 74