The evening times., 1895-08-24
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and remembered the old days II you had
met me wonder il you would have taken
ME in your arms and kissed me as you did
in the meadows at Langley would have
let you, Harry, as did then; you know
would. Were you too proud to come back
to me? Oh, my dear, would have lain
at your feet. had you wished it. and begged
you to hook down and smile at me- But it's
too late now; there's no hope for either
of US. 1 felt that there could not be after
the day you wrote me; but would have
faced everything and dared everything
If you had come back. Never mind, dear,
it is good tu look back upon and think of
and love, and nobody can take it away
from US. Don't think of it if it makes you
angry, but 1 can't help remembering;
and now I'm telling you with No one else
to hear"
The bright sun beat through the window
blinds and filled the room with a radiance
thick and hot. She bowed her head on the
bed and remained kneeling, with her arms
stretched across his body. Presently she
arose and began to move softly about the
room, touching his books and little treas
ures. The white figure on the cross hung
in it's infinite pathos over the bed. She
it on his breast. With a quick gesture,
she stopped and replaced it on the wall.
Then she turned to his writing table and
took up the faded photograph in the Ok
ford frame.
You were his. them" she said in gentle,
even voice; land you are his still. You
have the right; 1 have none. Perhaps you,
living in you great world to-day, have
u
bered, and" her voice shook a little
''he would wish it,"
She laid the photograph on the body
where she had turned back the sheet
and smoOthed the creases away from it.
Her hands clasped before her, she stood
looking at the strange pair-the dead man,
with his peaceful face, and the picture,
with its saucy eyes and antiquated fin6ries.
The wicked orbs seemed mockingly to tell
her of a barrier she must not pass, a right
Of possession she dare not dispute. She
sighed, us IL sUbnissiyely, and turned to
the window, liftingst corner of the blind to
scan the well-nigh deserted thoroughfare.
Acoster passed with n basketful of cow
slips, and she remembered Il morning in
Langley meadows, where Harry made a
wreath and crowned her his Queen of
the Cowslips. Going to the door, she called
Hannah, and, giving her some pennies,
sent her to buy bunch of the flowers.
She took them back to the room and began
to strew them over the coverlid. The mock
ing eyes appeared to follow her with uncon-
cealed derision, and hastily fhe swept the
yellow blossoms together again. Filling
a large jar with water, she arranged the
flowers in 1t and put it on a table by the
head of the bed. She picked up few sprays
from the bunch and laid them for moment
on the cold lips. Then she took them, and
undoing a button in her bodice, hid them
at her breast. Without looking at him
again she crept noiselessly out of the room,
locking the door and giving the key to the
laundress, as the doctor had directed.
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In the smoking-room of q west end club
two men were talking. One said: II was
at Lady Stourcommon's last night What
flirt that woman remains at fiftyl"-
Black and White.