The herald., 1893-07-09

raised his hat. She would be left in no
doubt as to his feelings. Again as he
went on he thought he saw that flicker of
movement, as if she had gently waved
her fair white arm. He was passing un-
der the tall pole with the electric light
at tho time, SO he knew her eyes must
see him. He raised his hat again with
sweep and passed tremblingly on his
way.
He must go slowly. No rude break
that would shatter the dainty woof Of
her maiden fancy. just enough of bold
ness to show how his heart stood, and
then--patience and victory.
All the next day Charlie spent in
chateau en- Espagne which love had
builded He sat and dreamed and
moved about and dreamed and drank
and dreamed. He had rather q reserved
and patronizing air with the men at the
club He drank three times as much as
he should have drunk the next night.
Would she be there again? Would she?
Would she? If SO, away with doubt.
He would boldly pause and gaze up at
his fair snowy one. His eyes should
CLEAN with loves light, and she should
read the phosphorescent message true.
Then she might show him something
more definite in return than that. timid,
coy movement of her rounded arm.
! Oh, if he could kiss that fair round
arm; just press his lips once on its satin
skin! He could hardly make his way up
the avenue. He was so full of happy an
ticipation and champagne that he could
hardly see. He stopped in front of the
wrong house, in fact, and it was only
after an aching disappointment at seeing
nothing in the window that he discov.
cred he had square to go.
Soul of Eros! She was there! How
well that pose suited her maidenly med.
itative communion with the night. He
tilted against the railing and waited an
ardent kiss that seemed to scorch his
finger tips. But good heavens! What
was this2 1t almost took his breath
away! The window nearest the stoop
was open about foot! Then it broke
on him. It was an invitation. She
had raised that window. The inter
probation was left to him. How dar.
ing it would be to enter there! Blu,
he felt daring. What man worthy such
q woman would hesitate? He could
easily climb from the stoop to the win.
dow sill and enter. He would. There
was not so1l about.
He reeled up the brownstone steps
and reached the sill.
"My adored onc!' he cried thickly, 81
am here"
No answer. But he was now at fever
heat. The blood of Romeo was whirling
in his veins. He scrambled into the
room. The soft carpet made no noise.
All, there she stood, coy, shrinking,
but adorably dignifed. Her face was
averted, but her pure white arm was
slightly extended toward him-motion-
less. He would awaken her with that
caress if it cost his life. 1t seemed to
him as if he swan rather than walked
toward that lovely extended arm.
With muffled cry he grasped it and
pressed his lips passionately to its smooth
skin. The icy coldness and her insensi-
bility sent strange shock through him.
His brain reeled, and he instinctively
clutched the cold arm as he felt himself
60.
There was laundering crash which
seemed to echo wildly through the house,
and to his horror he saw her break to
pieces on the floor. He felt himself
pinned by his leg and struggled in vain
| to get free. He heard steps hurrying
toward the room. Lights flashed in the
hall, and in q few moments he saw but
Ter trembling at thlf5 door aha 81 a a big man
in pajamas, WITH q Pistol. in bis bis hand,
who approached him sayagely -,
Don't shootis he,cyied, ITS q little
mistake. Tn = 70 Thief thhiieef j III make it all
right" - s,,s s.n,. rss 49,.
The man. and the butler helped him
out from the debris, and as he rose and
looked sheepishly at the fragments of
the broken Clytie he said ruefully:
"rve got my checkbook here. How
much did it cost"
"Why, $5,o00," said the gentleman
"Only you've got to explain how you
came into my house at night and broke
that statue, even if you do pay for it,
What were you after?'
And Charlie explained in confidence
He is oachelor to this day, with the
ardent fires of his heart put out. He is
badly put out himself and has not yet
returned from his trip around the world.
He has passed the stone age in passions
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