Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1896-08-18

and il works its will in spite Of them.
He reasoned with himself. He recalled
the look Of perfect confidence and hon
esty with which she regarded him before
they parted Just row. He talked Caylv
10 Baron and Mildred Maryravc, told
them to what different periods of archi-
lecture the ruins belonged, and by sheer
force OF will drove away suspicion-a
fear-as unreasonable as it was foolish.
Yet, as he talked. the remembrance of
the, news he had to tell Mrs. Detlor.
which might-probably wculd-be ship
wreck to- his hopes Of marriage. came
upon him. and presently made him 81
ient, so that he wandered away from the
Others. Hey concerned rs to whether
he should tell Mrs Detlcr at once what
baron had tcld him or hold it till next
DAY, when she might, perhaps, be better
prepared to hear it. though he could not
selp smiis ~ this. for would not any
"omal-Cu2ht not any woman to-bc
glad that her husband was alive? lie
wouid wait. lie would see how she had
borne the interview with Telford.
Presently he saw that Telford was
gone. When he reached her, she was
sitting. as he had often seen her, Der
fectly still, her hands folded in her Ian
upon her par,sol, her features held in
control, save that i'll her eyes was a
bright, hot flame which so many have
desired to see in the eyes of those they
love and have not seen. The hunger Of
these is like the thirst of the people
who wc;:ed for Moses to strike the rock.
He sat down without speaking. HE
is gone," Re said at last
YES. Look at me and tell me if,
from my face, you would think had
been seeing dreadful things" She
smiled sadly at him.
mo, could not think it. I see moth.
ing more than kind of sadness. The
rest is all beauty
"Oh, hush!'' she replied solemnly.
do not say those things now"
II will not if you do not wish to
hear them. What dreadful things have
you SEEM"
"You know SO much you should
know everything" she said, lat least
all of what may happen.
Then she told him who Mildred Mar
grave was; how years before, when the
girls mother was very ill and it was
thought she would die, the Margraves
had taken the child and promised that
she should be as their own and COM
panion to their own child; that their
own child had died, and Mildred still
remained with them. All this she knew
from one who was aware of the circum-
stances. Then she went Oh to tell him
who Mildred's mother and father were,
what were Tclford's relations to John
Gladney and of his search for Glad
ney's wife.
Now" she said. you understand
all. They must meet
"He does not know who she is?''
HE does not. He only knows as yet
that she is the daughter of Mrs. Glad
ney, who, he thinks, is q stranger to
him."
"You know his nature. What will he
do?"
II cannot tell. What can he do?
Nothing, nothingv'
"You are sorry for him? YOU
do not speak of that" she said in
choking whisper. God gave women
pity to keep men from becoming de-
mons. You can pity the executioner
when. killing you, he must kill himself
next"
Il do not understand you quite, but
all you say is WISE
'DO not try to understand it or me. I
am not worth it,.
"You are worth, God knows, bet.
ter, happier fate
The words came from him unexpect-
edly, impulsively. Indirect as they
were, she caught a hidden meaning. She
put out her hand
To be Continued.