Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-03-17

having been numerically snowbalied,
so the start she gave when Alphonse
Damiens, hat in hand, presented him.
self, might be readily excused
81 left the team and Mr.. Arundel at
Stewards, Miss Wanda. and walked
up here, hoping you would allow me to
accompany you home" he said, with
great Difference.
THANK you, / shall be ready in one
moment, Mr. Damiens," she replied,
carelessly, though her flushed cheek be-
lied the serenity of her manner. If she
only knew the wild turmoil of passion
which thrilled his soul she would have
been even less at ease.
He scarcely hears her, as she adds
another coil to the wrap round her
white throat.
'.Now / am ready" Wanda says, and
they pass out into the lonely road. with
the frozen river on one side of it and
the snow burdened pines on the other.
81 would not be presumptuous. Miss
Arlington, but may l say that this lit
tie walk is glimpse of Heaven to me?"
he falters.
He feels the soft hand on his arm
tremble, he sees the fearless misery
which comes into the eyes and dims
them.
"Let-let us walk faster,7 she wits
pers scarcely above her breath.
go faster." he echoes bitterly. Eyes.
had almost forgotten myself. There
should be short cut to the left here.
Are you cold?"
NO" she says, but there is tremo,
in her voice, which she strives hard to
render light and careless.
''Go faster!'' he says with despaii-
ing shrug of his shoulders. ''Ah. if
these hours of torment would only go
faster. Do you remem Der the day that
first / saw you? You were standing at
Mrs. Eveshan's cottage door one July
evening and the wind blew my straw
hat to your feet. You picked it up and
gave it to me-"
Il do not remember-I have forgot
ten," Wanda says indistinctly.
1T seems an age to mean age
He stops, for something like sob
strikes his ear.
He looks down into her face. It is
pale, and the red, ripe lips are tremu-
lous.
He has mistaken her emotion. The
red flush flies to his face, then leaves it
white with suppressed excitement.
"What. Wanda" he hesitates, for,
with a CULVER OF the lids, tears are
springing to the blue eyes. What!
you are crying. Is it possible you love
me, girl?" and he seiZes both her hands
hungry glare. us it possible? Look
at me, Wanda. Oh! Heaven. | long,
and yet dare not hope. Wanda. you
know l love you. You cannot help but
know it. | have loved you since the
first moment saw you. never dreamt
that you would give me hope to love.
No, it cannot be. Look at me, Wanda.
Is it possible ACKNOWLEDGMENT
Slowly and fearfully the words drop
from his lips.
Then she tries to draw her hands
away. but he only clings the harder.
''Speak, Wanda" he says, hoarsely.
''Do you love me?"
Then she speaks. Slowly, heavily
she lifts her eyes to his and looks at
him with great yearning misery and
solemn truthfulness in them. II am
SO sorry that you should entertain such
feelings for me, Mr.. Damiens, for can
never return your love"
She sees him culver under the blow
she has struck, and with woman's
tenderness seeks to heal the wound.
''Oh! do not look like that" she cried.
for he has dropped her hands and
stands before her dazed like one in a
dream.
II cannot help my looks" he says,
bitterly. Nor can / help loving you.
1t is no crime to love you, Wanda-Miss
Arlington"
''Nor for me to be unable to look up
on you as other than friend"
Eyes, yes, that is true" he replied
hurriedly. "You must. be my friend. l
will not annoy you with my solicita-
tons, will worship you in silence"
She could not see his face. She
could not see the cunning malignant
CLEAN of those dark eyes, nor imagine
that the mans humble words but
cloaked designs of future conquest.
He had recovered the first blow of his
disappointment and was now himself