Evening journal., 1892-11-07

"Stop here, Nita. We shall be drenchc
If we go on. This is almost dry, and a.
shower will soon pass over" She sioppe
obediently beside him. Lean agains
me, and shelter yourself as much rs po.
sible," he urged, racked with cru,
coughing as he moved to bring himsel
between the wind and her.
"But it is you who should shelter
yourself, laying her hand on his arm
with anxious kindness to draw him
back. 81 am afraid you have taken more
cold already. Gray" He quickly GOV
cred the little bare hand in a passionate
clasp
1t seems appropriate that, in our last
hour together, the heavens should fall o.
weeping, he murmured sentimentaily
pressing closer against her. Anita shrank
back hastily from his touch, the sudden
kindness fading from her face.
"Our last hourl Do you think the
crack Of doom has comey she retortcd
impatiently For my part count very
confidently on tomorrow
But it win not be the same, Nita
Donald viii be here An this happy
week it has seemed as if we had gone
back FIVE years in our lives and were boy
and girl together again, but now | must
wake to reality and-Mrs Bartels Say
goodby TO me- Nita. before have 10 let
you go, he exclaimed, passionately clasp
ing her in his arms
"Oh, Gray, let me goi" frightened at
bis sudden fierce tenderness. writhing
away from his bending lips
Nonsense, child You have kissed
me a hundred times; what can one more
or less matter now?" he cried. roughly
clasping her closer. WHO Is to ever
know but you and l? kisses leave no
marks; if they did, laughing recklessly
you would have been branded with
mine before any other mans Why will
you struggle so, darlingy' his tone chang
l ing TO coaxiug tenderness 1T is not
much / ask A kiss can cost you moth.
ing. Give me dozen, and you will have
plenty left for that husband of yours
If it happens that he does not prefer Mrs.
Rogers"
How cruel you arel-how brutalr
her face flaming with anger Let me
! go this instant or / shall screamp
"What would be the useT with an un-
steady laugh. "There is nobody TO hear,
and if there were, why should you raise
a scandal? Don't you know that the
world regards these little episodes like
the Spartan boys thefts-all right 50
long as they are kept decently under
cover, but never to be forgiven when
they are Haunted before its discreetly
averted eyes? Can it be possible that
you are trying TO kick, Nitag Aunt
Martha would tell you that that is un.
pardonably vulgar. All, be reasonable
deary, and be honest, just for this one
time. You 'now in your heart you DOM
mind having my arms around you-dC
you, sweet? Why need you let little
bubble Of conscience keep us apart now
when We have such a few minutes left
You remember the old Horatian maxim
-carpe diein-ah, the sense there is il
It'll And our little day is so nearly over
darling. Let us seize the good there Is
in it"
Gray, how dare you? Let me go this
Instant" pulling furiously to free herself
from the arms that held her like a vira
"Oh, Gray, please let me gor entreat
ingly. Il hear footsteps do, indeed
Somebody Is coming"
1T is only the rain on the rocks, pet,
softly kissing her averted cheek "Oh
darling, love you-love you-loye you:
his voice broken with passion
"Oh, do let me gow whispered Anita
in anguished entreaty. Somebody Il
comingT There certainly was a sount
Of approaching steps
kiss me, then, or will hold yoy
fast, whoever it may be, he Whispered
back, a maniacal CLEAN in his passionat,
eyes.
Anita knew him too well 10 doubt thai
he would be as good as his word Any
thing to win release from such extrem
ity. She lifted her lips and paid IN,
price.
Il hate your she muttered, with Z
lurid glance Of anger, as she sprang from
his releasing arms.
II don't believe 1t, he retorted. mac
triumph illumining his face; land som,
day you will tell me yourself what liz
it is. Some day you will own that my
love is worth something TO You, afte
all Oh, my darling, how can you makl
me wait any longerT moving insistentll
toward her again.
Is there such a thing as chance in thi
world? At that moment the footsteps
they had heard brought a horse ant
rider into view, and the horseman wa
Donald Bartels.
"He could not have seen anything; i
was impossible" whispered Gray conf
IDENTIFY, seeing Anitas changing face
I'VE We're completely hidden by th'
trees"
Continued Tomorrow
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