Wichita eagle., 1890-02-09
lat nauggy morning; but Guy would

tEat nauggy morning; but Guy would
not come in.
81 must not be seen about in the day
light, my darling" he said 81 must
get away while the day Is dull and
heavy. Expect me tonight directly it
is dark. l will arrange about the spe-
cial license. and we can be married in
three days"
After which it seemed strange that
directly he quilted the street he hailed
a hanson and ordered the driver to take
him to the Clarendon club, which he
entered quite openly, and passed into
the coffee room as usual.
What could this mean? Was Guy de-
ceiving his trusting little fiancee after
all?
Time passed very wearily for May
Fielding in the dismal little house at
Brixton, with nothing to amuse her bat
the dull babble of the well meaning
andlady, the perusal of some out OF date
books, and the contemplation of the mo-
notonons row of houses opposite. varied
only by the different color OF blind or
the disposition Of flower.
Guy she saw little of.
He came for few minutes only on the
first evening, saying that even this short
visit, which began and ended in the
passage. was at the peril of bis life, and
regretting in bitter terms the necessity
which would force them to he married
in the dismal little par1or of the Brixton
lodging house.
However, it was heaven where. she
was, and so on, and off he was again.
A dull pain was at Mays heart as he
left her, and she hurried up to her little
room.
Was her awakening coming? And
ought she not be thankful, if it were SO,
that it did not come too late?
She wept bitter tears: she blamed her
self for her inconstancy; she murmured
the name of ''Guy, darling Guy" and
begged him, as if present, to forgive her;
and yet she craved to be at home at the
lodge with Clare and Mrs. Raymond,
and found herself wondering whether,
after all, she could ever have loved him
at all. for the feeling, all mastering as it
had been, seemed fast dying out.
"Never mind" she said, as her poor
aching head rested on wet pillow that
night; Il must go through with it all
now for Guys sake. No doubt my feel
ings are only those of a foolish, fright
ened girl. Never shall Guy be able to
say that l fed from and betrayed him in
his hour of danger"
For two days she saw nothing of her
lover: on the third he brought the special
license and the ring to show her.
She trembled and blushed little when
she saw the plain gold circlet and the
formidable official document: but when
he had kissed her pouting lips, and whis-
pered words of loving and blissful an
ticipation, she felt more res1ful, and lay
in his arms like tired child in the dull
glow of the parlor fire.
For it was noticeable that when he
came the lamps wer, never lit; the two
were always left to the loverhhe light of
the flames.
zone could never tell" Guy said,
"when or where spies might be about.
They might be peering through windows
and listening at keyholes, and SO forth,
when everything seemed still and Sc
cure"
1t was on the next night that May,
having seen nothing of Guy, retired to
her room early to read before retiring to
rest.
This, tonight, was more than ever a
necessary proceeding, for her mind was
in state of wild unrest.
Tomorrow was to be her wedding day.
Two days after she would quit England
with her husband forever.
Why was it that dream voices kept
saying to her: ''Do not go; do not SO
readily leave home and friends?"
Her mind was too excited for tears;
her heart was beating high; she could
not read, and tlinging down her book
impatiently she rose, and looked out
upon the garden, upon which the rays
of the moon were now shining brightly.
The strips of ground at the back of the
houses were bounded by a somewhat
high back fence, which separated them
from a piece of waste land on which
were sundry evidences that an enterpris-
ing builder had intended making rush
into work, and then abandoned it.
Far over there. beyond this waste, rose
a church spire.
On either side were some trees, and
here and there pool shining in the sill
yer light of the night goddess.
And there! What was that?
Her heart gave great leap as she rec
ognized tall figure in an ulster dashing
across the waste ground at a headlong
speed. Was that Guy and were his pur-
suers after him? a sickening feeling of
dread invaded her heart, and though her
bosom heaved madly with the wild beat
ings of her heart, she stood and watched.
The tall figure had evidently for the
time given his pursuers the slip, and was
even now climbing the high fence.
He came over somewhat clurrraly,
partly through his long coat and partly
through nervousness, and he fen. He
was up in moment, however, and hur
rying into the house.
When May descended unsummoned to
lit up, she found Guy in his shirt sleeves
and Mrs. Preston busy with cold water
and sponge.
Guy had cut his arm badly, and the
blood was pouring from an ugly wound.
''Let me help you, Guy" said May.
amazed at she knew not what as she
gazed into his hard set face. Run and
get some bandages, Mrs. Preston, while