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iidIr, with a careSSlng movement.
The young man stood before her in
all the unconscious pride of his
strength, and the moon shone on his
golden beard, open brow, and straight
features, which wore an expression of
hauteur and vexation at the moment.
while his blue eyes dwelt with
fascination on her slightest ges-
ture. Dolores paused and con-
templated him. "Ah, how good and
noble you are!" she sighed.
He drew her once more close to his
side. Dolores. you are a wee bit
Eighty tonight, but you must be rea-
sonable-'
Il am reasonable, and not at all
Eighty"
Listen to me, darling"
81 listen!'
"You belong to me. You are to be
my wife. We will live and die to-
gether."
shall we ever grow old, like grand
papa?" meditatively.
1--WE must grow old in our own fash
ion." he replied evasively.
Dolores recoiled and unfurled her
fan. Let us always remain young"
she insisted, with a return of fantastic
gaiety.
Dolores, give me that COMPOUNDED
FAM"
mo! Mop
Then you do value it more than
any gift of mine?"
The girl frowned. pondered a mo-
ment, closed the fan, and placed it in
his nand without uttering a word.
His strong fingers closed over the
frail treasure.
Would you mind my keeping it?" he
leased.
No" with a softness which was
alluring, tempting. almost feline.
Would you care if 1 broke it and
cast it away"
No"
The muscular hand crushed feathers,
substance and pearl stick before he
was aware of it. and then he flung the
wreck on the other side of the road.
Dolores cast a bewildered glance at
the broken fan, but made no attempt
to ecove it. A lear rolled down her
cheek.
You are a good little girl not to
scold me for such clumsiness," he said,
with real, or assumed contrition for
an ebullition of temper. II did not
intend to crush the thing. You shall
have another tomorrow"
His arms were around her. his cheek
rested against her face, his mouth
sought her trembling lips in a long,
ardent kiss.
For a time she yielded passively to
his embrace, then she slipped away
and paused a few PAGES from him. She
trembled and grew pale, her black
eyes flashed. Then she burst into
passionate sobs.
You were cruel to break itr!' she
exclaimed.
She fled away swiftly, closely fol-
lowed by her little dog, and Lieut..
Curzon heard the gate shut behind her.
He waited irresolutely for a time,
then departed, tantalized yet triumph
ant. with the shy, half-unconscious
kiss OF Dolores still lingering on his
lips. Love had come to him with a
smile and a song: He would make all
right on the morrow with the pur-
chase and presentation of a new fan.
Little did he foresee the events of
the morrow.
A cloud swept over the moons disk,
like a veil. The gate of the garden
opened, q figure emerged, noiselessly,
glided along the boundary wall, CROPPED
in the path for some object, and as
swiftly withdrew.
The splendor of the night deep.
ened. The white hamlets slept, as if
they were the tombs of the inmates,
and the sea heaved and sparkled in
the track of leviathan about to rise
from the depths. Bursts of maudlin
song and jest were occasionally audi
BILE in the port, while the ships of the
harbor dreamed above their reflections
in the tranquil waters.
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