The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-12-22

MARX TOOK HRR FACE BETWEEN his HArDa
never to be forgotten walk, blue and silvsB
with moonlight-just such @ night, fresh
snow on the streets, a hush and sparkle
everywhere.
She turned her face toward the river, and
a shiyering sigh broke from her lips Tbs
moon seemed keeping pace with her,
cruel leer on its round face.
~ known 1t seemed to say. "None Of
those passing you can read your heart-but
can. will 60 with you; l will light the
rivers hollows for you and show you the
deepest spot. The secret is ours, Nance"
She lowered her head from the white hos
tility of the heavenly watcher, and Marks
imagined face rose before her, seeming to
mock her misery with its flashing strength
and beauty.
From this bitter dream world she was
aroused by olamor Of voices and the touch
OF a hand on her arm.
you needn't play inherent. We seed
yer snatch the watchl'' she heard voice
say and she became aware that she WAS
the center Of crowd
Her weak limbs tottered, and she could
only gasp:
Let me go! Let me gol took nothingi
Oh, what do you meant" and surely there
never was anything more pitifully lovely
She saw man dressed like a gentleman
come hurriedly through the groups Of chat
tering boys.
Here she is, mister. She swiped the
ticker. Eff she amt got 1t on her, she trun
1t away"
at isn't true!" Nance found voice to call
out in a ringing tone. Don't have me ar
rested. 1t isn't true-oh, moi nor
What hand was that which suddenly
gripped hersy What face came close to her
changed, unhappy one' What voice spoke
her name again and again in accents Of un-
belief Of amaze, of sorrowful tenderness
and keen delight
"Nauce They lie when they call you q
thief Don't tremble, dear! believe you'll
know. I've been looking for you every
where for months. Oh, child, why didn't
You let me ltnowf" And the plying eyes
fingered on her ragged dress and the for
lorn child.
Surely this was heaven How else could
Mark be standing there, his arms around
her, and the yearning In his voice, in his
eyes for which she had so often longedi He
loved her now Her woman's instinct told
her that he loved her-wretched almost lost
though she was, But was 1t not too late
too late'
Her head sank heavily against him. and
Hours afterward, when she had recovered,
he drove her down to the tenenesnt house
near the bridge, There he found the neigh
borhood agog with the news that Ernest
Radley had been found dead in the shadows
Of the lower hall where he had fallen.
Nance'e slavery was over.
A few months later she was crossing the,
ocean to her English home, her husbandI
beside her The moon was making mir
ror OF the sea, and the white face shining,
from the cloudless blue was repeated in ev-
cry wave.
81 always feel guilty when look at the
moon, Nance said, a smile Pickering across
her lovely little face Give me your hand,
Mark. have confession to make"
This is good place to ask forgiveness"
he laughed. MY judgment is poor, my
sentiment large under the moon, SO fire
away"
Its Just this" and the soft voice grew
heavy with touch OF the old sadness. IF
you hadn't met me that Christmas eve, I
would have killed both Teddy and mysef.
was going to the river That moon seemed
TO know just what was thinking Of. New
feel better since have shared the guilty
secret with YOU
Mark took her face between his hands.
They say the moon is heartless, or she
would blush for all the crimes she nightly
sees. So ! disappointed her when ] saved
you. I'd like to see you snap your fingers
at her, the white WITCH"
And she did.