Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-03-08

tingling waves OF shame 20 the very roots OF
her black hair. She came up 20 him, and
reached out her little hand. He pressed 1t
gently, then he laid IL against HIS cheek. Her
heart bounded In sudden revolt, but she con-
trolled herself with an effort Of sheer will,
and did not move, but her startled eyes
sought the floor. And so this was her proud
master. But what harm il he wanted to he
foolish and sentimental it was no matter 20
anybody now, no one cared for her unkisssd
lips.
"Jennie," he said at last, "come nearer 10
me.n
And she kneeled by his chair, In a sudden
impulse she dared not define, not yet. She
put her other hand in his, and lifted her
dark, wet eyes to his face. Then he bent
down to the upturned face, that never
| 1inched, and in another instant he held in
his arms her form that seemed to shrink only
that he must clasp her the closer.
"Wnl you be my wife, Jenniel never
loved a woman as / do you. VIII you be
my wife, JennieF
''Yes,n whispered the red lips that never
once turned away from his thick raining
| kisses.
In Bertha Ellingsworth's own parlor 1t
was, with her mothers face looking down
from the painted canvas, in the room where
the daughter of the house had so coldly en-
tertained the heir of the Breton mills All!
yes, and where she had taught Curran, the
prophet of the poor, to love her, and she the
very essence of the spirit he taught them to
hate. But how her proud face would vince
now! II she were only herel Her father,
the haughtiest of men, to everybody in the
great world beneath him cold as an iceberg,
they said, arrogant as any duke OF courtly
| circle, could it be he praying, with hot
breath, the love and the hand of his servant
maidl Could it be he holding her SO fondly
in his arms, where he might have gathered
coy danes of the stateliest rank, lavishing
honeyed words and mad endearments on his
poor servant girl, whose only nice dress it was
be was crushing so recklesslyl All! it was
worth the cost, if she had to tear her heart
out, for all that wealth can buy will be hers.
She nestles her burning face on his shoul-
der and tenpts him to new careSses and new
words of folly, that he may not remember
vet what strange thing it is that he is
doing; that he not think of repent1ng until
his enthralled senses shall make him forget
everything else rather than this sweet hour.
Her widest dreams are realized. Sho Will be
one of the rich and tho great whom the rest
of the world bow down to. She will make
her husband's-yes, this man to be her hus-
band, why should she be ashamed with him
she will make his friends all envy him his
beautiful wife; and as for their faded, fash
ionable women, with limp backs and blood
less veins, how it will please her to study tho
signs of jealousy on their lstleSs fe ces. And
Bertha EIlingsworth's proud, falso heart will
ache with shame over the low born woman
whom her father has made his wife.
HAS the train gone for the weGtT asked q
brcathless voice at the Lockout station.
"It's thirty minutes behind its time y
growled the ticket agent. 1t was Philip
Breton, who went back to tho post to tie his
horse moro securely. "Poor Joe, poor old
boy," tho big white horse seemed moro like
to fall dead in his tracks than to try to break
away. "a pretty hard gallop, wasn't it, Joe,
your breath will come easier in minute, old
horse"
His time was precious, but he fingered in
an uncomfortable terror of what he had come
so far to see. He had thought he wanted to
make sure. There might be some mistake in
the note, or even now, if she had changed her
mind-but it was all folly, he saw it now.
He had forgotten all reason in one wild long
ing to see Bertha again. But what was the
use of narrowing up his soul with new pic
lures he would pray God in vain to wipo out
of his memory! But he had come SO far
perhaps it would do no harm to look at hel
once more He had turned and wa:
walking along the platform, toward tht
ladies' waiting ROOM He glanced W
the long stretch of straight track ane
saw in the distance the head light
of the engine, which seemed to him {
pitiless monster, fastening on to seize nj
darling and bear her to some hopeless regiol
of eternal night. He must hurry. VIII
knows it might be fate had kept her rescu
till this moment, and meant him to save her
y He pushed the waiting room door open. TIL
j seats appeared all vacant and expectant;
: big russell apple had been dropped on one G
s them by some interrupted traveller, and i
= another place the carpet upholstery wa
r specked with the white litter of cracke
IS and cheese luncheon. The whole atmospher
e was too commonplace for pair of runawa
v lovers, Philip took two or three steps int
IS the room, but it was only as ho turned to G
hack that he saw the setteeS were not quit
: deserted.
is 1t was q group for q painters loftie:
r. genius, but the artist must have faith
# love. which the world has learned to scof
d The figure of the man may embody strengt
II and dignity in unconscious perfection; it
d bent now in O beautiful protective attituc
r. toward the woman whose head rests on h
@ shoulder Her lips are parted to reveal IL
h pearly CLEAN of her white teeth, but 81
is does not SMILE She has golden hair like
o crown setting well down on the broad for
" head, and there is the tint of red gold in b
es cheeks like perpetual glow of sunset. b