The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-05-06
STORM DRIVEN.
By The Duchess, Author Of molly Bawn."

In. her hands, letting It fail petal by
ppspl into tho river below; such trilling,
IN clever fingers. hdcs nervousness.
"Enongh, tooW said hc, with n slirug.
"A little OF his society would go n far
why, ! should think. My brother, know
him at college; n dotostablo brute In
orery way. | SEQ his wifo has loft him."
"Se.2"a t0aEtt
"You know hor, too. porhaps?"
"Yos." ra...
"What cold answor," laughing.
What sort OF q woman was shop
"0h, ! don't know" hurriedly. Her
iaco had palcd, but was turned away
ftoln him now. and so hidden from him.
"a SEQ" said he. "You did not like
her. L. can understand that! Fancy
your liking woman who could marry
n scoundrel like that"
"Sho was very young, I heard" said
Mrs. Allingham in stranglod tonc, her
face still averted.
"rhat's the cry always" returned ho
carelcssly. "But his wealth must have
had something TO do with her choice,
young Us sho was. It Is only jus. like
you to giyo her n good word. But ia a
bad case all through I fancy, and Pm
not surprised you didn't got OIL with
her. She and you must have been miles
apart in every way-in every thought"
a little wind had arison aud was
blowing up from tho river.
,"You aro silent, darling. Clare
Have l hurt your"
oh no. no. nop'
81 bavc." this with vehement contri.
ton, ~ have reminded you OF your
married life, that, as you say. Is past.
II is over. Not like that wro,ched Lady
Strangoways. You arc free-and, 10.
morrow
She turned suddenly.
"Do YOU know" said she thor voice
was faint, al think ! should like to be
alone for little while. Godfrey, will
you"-
But to leave you like this-you arc
pale" says no.
81 am quito well for all that. Yes
90. Then suddenly she turned to him..
and drawing his face down, looked at
him long aud earnestly. "You love me
you do" says she.
In moment sho was in his arms
with no one to see them in their silent
place save tho river aud the swaying
branches overhead.
you know It"
"Ies-yes. But" impatlently, ito
love 10 not enough. Any ono can love {;
but to love against it," her eyes are
always holding his in steadiast glance,
all the world was against me, would
you love mo then2'
~ would would-my soul. says no.
Whom she ha, sen, him away, very
unwillingly, sho still leans against the
rails and lets her thoughts run Iiot.
Yes, It is all over. She has quite de.
cided on throwing her past to tho
winds and giving this new life full play.
She is willing TO risk everything One
must be happy some tins, Ii only once
in ones life. This is her "oncs." and
she will have it Be it short or long, a
days Joy, or a brief midsummer mad.
ness. still che will have 1t.
And she will be- doing him no harm.
Mono. II the worst came to the worst,
II he should ever learn the truth, why,
then. tits she who would suffer. no, he.
It is she who would go to the wall. He
would 60 free. And, indeed, no one
would come to grief. for she would have
had her day, and he-a little spasm
shakes her-wou!d 20, and so end one
smnl! episode in his life. But would
hep
Oh, no-no. Surely not!
Besides, everything points to the fact
that he will never know. Tomorrow
they will BIO married. in the little church
nesting in the wood below, and after
that Constantinopls-a good place to
hide. And then India; large field,
too. Her spirits rise. No. there is no
fear.