The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1889-08-19

man to leave you for the sake of any cause
on earth. The future to most men is but
chance OF happiness. and when they risk 1t
they only risk a chance. In stalking their
lives, they only stake lottery ticket, which
ticket has drawn capital prize. risk not
the chance, but the certainty, of happiness.
L believe am fool, and If am killed that
", viii be the first thing they will say to me on
=. Don't talk Of that, Phil. Oh. don't talk
OF being killed."
mo, no; of course not" he exclaimed.
Don't fret about that shall not be killed.
I've no notion of being killed. But what
fool ! am to waste these last moments star
ing ing at you o when might be kissing you, my
arms, he covered her face with kisses.
She began to sob c0nvulsively.
Don't, darling: don't. Don't make it so
hard for me-" he whispered, hoarseiy;
SO hard for e S Sas w al the TIME ws
were at the table. must cry or my heart
will break. Oh. my own dear Phil, what if
should never see you again! Oh! OH"
Nonsense. darling" he said. crowding
throat, and making desperate effort to keep
his voice steady. "You will see me again.
never doubt it. Don't l tell you am coming
back? The south cannot hold out much
longer. Everybody says So. shall be home
be Gods Grace to me all the rest of my life.
Our happiness will be on interest till then;
ten per cent month, at least compound
interest, piling up every day. just think of
that, dear; don't let yourself think OF any
20 Phil. how love you" she cried, throw
ing her arms around bis neck in passion of
tenderness. Nobody is like you. Nobody
ever was. Surely God will not part us.
Surely he will not. He is too good"
HNO dear ha will mot Soma dow cbon
come back. 1t will not be long. Perhaps
shall find you waiting for me in this same
little summer-house. Let us think of that.
l. was here. you know. we found out each
others secret that day."
81 had found out yours long before" she
Sa Times ins Sp s Phii.s 1t was Mr. Morton,s
voice calling to them from the piazza.
II must go, darling Goodbye"
w 0 p onr a0 yet m mot aSss vet bs sRs
been here but few moments. 1t can't be
ten minutes yet"
Under the influence of that close, passion
ate embrace, those cinging kisses and ming
ling tears, there began to come over Philip
disposition to cry out, Nothing can be SO
terrible as this. / will not bear it /; / will
not CO." By a tyrannical effort of will,
against which his whole nature cried out, he
unwound her arm from his neck and said in
a choked voice.
Darling, this is harder than any battle
shall have to fight, but this is what l enlisted
for. must CO."
"He had reached the door of the summer
house, not daring for honor's sake to look
back, when heartbroken cry smote his ear.
You haven't kissed me good-byeW
He had kissed her a hundred times, but
these kisses she apparently distinguished
from the good bye kiss. He came back, and
taking her again in his embrace, kissed her
lips. her throat, her bosom, and then once
more their lips met, and in that kiss of part
ing which plucks the heart up by the roots.
How strong must be the barrier between one
soul and another that they do not utterly
merge in moments like that, turning the
agony of parting to the bliss of blended
being!
Pursued by the sound of her desolate Sob
bling, he fled away.
TO BE CONTINUED.