Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1888-03-10
CHAPTER xr.1ooNTINUED.

She nestles her burning face on his shout
der and ternpts him to new caresses and new
words of folly, that be may not remember
vet what a strange thing it is that he is
doing; that he not think of repenting until
his enthralled senses shall make him forget
everything else rather than this sweet hour.
Her widest dreams are realized. She will DO
one of the rich and the great whom the rest
of the world bow down to. she viii make
her husband's-yes, this man to be her nus
band, why should she be ashamed with him
she will make his friends all envy him ns
beautiful wife; and as for their fa<led, fash
ionable women, with limp backs ard blood
less veins, how it viii please her to study the
signs Of jealousy on their listless faces. And
Bertha Ellingsworth's proud, false heart Will
ache with shame over the low born woman
whom her father has made his wife.
elias the train gone for the westp asked
breathless voice at the Lockout station.
ssIt's thirty minutes behind its time"
growled the ticket agent. 1t was Philip
Breton, who went back to the post to tie his
horse more securely. "Poor Joe, poor old
bow the big white horse seemed more 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 a minute, old
horse"
His time was precious, but he fingered in
IN 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 wipe out
of his memorys But he had come so far,
perhaps it would do no harm to look at her
once more He had. turned and was
walking along the platform, toward the
ladies' waiting room. He glanced up
the long stretch of straight track and
saw in the distance the head light
of the engine, which seemed to him a
pitiless monster, fastening on to seize his
darling and bear her to some hopeless region
of eternal night He must hurry. Who
knows it might be fate had kept her rescue
till this moment, and meant him to save her.
He pushed the waiting room door open. The
seats appeared all vacant and expectant;
big russell apple had been dropped on one Of
them by some interrupted traveller, and in
another place the carpet upholstery was
specked with the white litter of a cracker
and cheese luncheon. The whole atmosphere
was too commonplace for pair of runaway
lovers. Philip took two or three steps into
the room, but it was only as he turned TO go
back that he saw the settees were not quite
deserted.
1t was q group for painters loftiest
genius, but the artist must have a faith in
love, which the world has learned to scott
The figure of the man may embody strength
and dignity in unconscious perfection; it is
tent now in beautiful protective attitude
toward the woman whose head rests on his
shoulder Her lips are parted to reveal the
pearly CLEAN of her white teeth, but she
does not smile She has golden hair like u
crown setting well down on the broad fore
head, and there is the tint of red gold in her
cheeks like perpetual glow of sunset. But