The Wichita daily eagle., 1894-11-08

eEkHtA E1xE healthier; come
E11tMx& II S evening;
come where the moonbeams linger,
as the pretty little song hath it. l
may have something TO show you."
She smiled at him with that inSolent
twinkle in her ewes which became her
SO well; but he only repeated slowly,
as he looked straight back into those
insolent eyes:
Il think l shall never come near you
again" Then he turned, forgetful Of
his manners, and walked away from
the vicarage lawn, while her contempt
uous laugh echoed in his ears as
noclling comment on his words. Then
he mounted his horse and. white with
anger, went slowly down the leafy
lane.
A passionate man of a comely coun-
terance, chestnut horse with one
white stocking. struggling village in
| d prosperous valley, an amphitheater
of crag and gorse and bow lder, an aft
ernoon sun shining down on every
thing; these things were all present
and this same sunshine was softening
the outward appearance of all. Even
the wild hills showed gentle, placid
face in the mellow shine of it, as might
a hoary warrior in looking upon the
sleep of children; all was peace, and
languor, and contentment; only in the
! heart of the man was torment un bear
able.
Il will never go near her again-I
am glad told her So" he ragged, in
wardly. Il think hate her-I think"
The chestnut turned his head to-
wards the village, where the children
and the geese screamed together on
! the green, rivals in noise, in restless
ness, in self-satisfactiOn; rivals indeed
| in all save cleanliness, in which virtue
the geese undoubtedly rose superior.
The man hesitated. mo, will not
| go back to my rooms-I will ride on
/ will ride" raising his eyes to the
| craggy hills, 81 will ride TO Bevor's
Tori will ride till 1 have settled
something-she shall never fool me
| again. l will leave the place and do
my best for Margaret Margaret!
Margaret! Why were you not Helen?
! Why did 1 ever think / loved Mar
garet? Love. That cold, sluggish
preference, love! What fool l was.
And she; could not she herself feel
the coldness of it? The one love of
my life'-Pshaw'
The chestnu ut kept his easy pace and
began to mount the slope. The sun
| still blazed down on all, but the air
grew less sultry than in the valley
through which they had passed.
Helen, Helen! do you love me at all,
wonder. If ] thought so--if l knew
there was chance"
The chestnut slackened pace at the
foot of the Tor itself, and set his shoul-
ders for the ascent The suns tints
deepened as the afternoon wore on,
and a scufling breeze blew soft across
the land.
Helen! / will never look upon her
again. A heartless woman; Z bcauti-
full, heartlcss woman. Great heavens!
Face it-never look upon her again
never hold that hand-never hear that
voice-that voice which tore the very
soul from out me-never aGain-or-
or Shall go back-go back tonight
go back when the moon is upand the
very world itself is STEPPED in yielding
gentleness. and tell her all l have to
say; seize her in my arms in spite of
mockery or angry words; tell her
love her-and kill her if she will not
listen? hsIen, 1 must hold you in my
arms and tell you so. How furious
she would be-or-wOuld she be kindP
/ wonder If she careS?'
The chestnut. with the bride slack
upon his neck, turned slowly from the
beaten road and trod upon Inc snort
brown turf The hill grew sleeper
and more uneven beneath his hoofs
and the sun became tint more ruddy.
Did she think that | was playing a
game with her heart-as she played
with mine? | would not wrong her SO
i love her-I could not wrong her-I
could not play false game with Helen.
How gloriously beautiful ste was
when she Knocked my pain to-day And
that wonderful feck of light in her
brown eyes; one looks, and looks. and
never fathoms il. Yes, l will go 10 her
tonight ana force her TO hsten-and
to yield"
sun the chestnut etrooe on his
shoulders strained TO the work. his
glossy neck reeking from his efforts
his hoofs sliding over the dry, slip
perry turf as he neared the summit Of
the Tor. Then they rested, and the
man sat easily in his saddle and looked !
away at the sunset. The SKY was |
glorious picture of golden shores and /
fiery waters, of naUe-edgcd cliffs and /
purple islets; il was naCniticence-it Z
was splendor: and the passion OF the 4
mans love surged within him; and be 4
sat and gazed and stirred not. and /.
thought no thought at all, while many /
moments passed.
Then the fierceness Of the sky passed !
gradually from il. the burning seas 4
stretched out in peaceful purples, the !
golden shores grew soft and tawny. a (
dimness fell on everything; from the /
valley below came the call OF farm 4
bog 10 his cattle: the air grew cool 1
and dewy. and on the mind OF the man 4
there fell strange peace, and h4s .
thoughts came slowly.
What would it mean i, ! did all 4
tnat2 / should be villain. II she 4