The Dickinson press., 1897-03-27

Ior y momen that was agony; two
lives happiness or misery hung on her
courage or failure.
Wen l suppose your time Is valua-
ble?" she said, turning to him, but her
eyes did not fully meet his. "By-the-
bye, Mr.. Errington, 1 believe-if l. am
rightly informed-that I have come to
congratulate you?"
congratulate mel" repeated the art
list, In genuine surprise. For what!
on what account."
His surprise, and, oddly enough, the
very comedy of the position, gave her
new courage. Why, I heard that you
are engaged to an heiress." she said.
The Rubicon was crossed; there was
no going back now. come what would.
Errington flushed to the brow, then
paled again.
1T is absolutely untrue" he said, in
a strained way, and drew back a step.
1T v could be true of met"
But why not:" persisted Isbel, now
standing to her colors with true femin-
Inc staunchness, her eyes aglow, her
soft tones steady. IF, as l heard, you
are attached to her, why should your
engagement be an impossibility. as you
imply?"
Had some one-Glyn, perhaps-dared
to tell her this, meaning herself, but
without naming her? flashed across
Eric. in naughty wrath and pain.
why impossible? he repeated,
stung to a sort of desperation. Be
cause l am a poor. struggling man who
holds his honor dearer even than love
II the story were true. Neither the
world nor any woman born should
have the right to believe me a dis
honored fortune -hunter."
THE worlds Judgment" she said:
n o her breath came quickly. her
eyes flashed like diamonds. You are
not such a coward, l know, as 10 fear
that; but is 1t much less cowardIy to
be afraid of even the risk of the
woman's mistaking your motive-the
woman you love, remember" She was
speaking with a strangely passionate,
II suppressed, force that sent a sudden
vague thrill through the mana dim
sense of something that dazzled him
OF a personality beneath the overt
meaning; an assertion of his love for
the heiress as a fact, not a mere figure
OF argument. THE woman you love,
remember, and whose happiness, per-
haps, your pride may wreck as we'll as
your own-who doubtless knows your
hearts secret. and curses the miserable
gold and cruel pride that stands be-
tween your lives"
"Isbel!" Errington sprang to her
side-caught her hands in his own
MY darling. my love from the first!
Forgive, If you can, worse than fool
that I have been. All. my poor Isbel!"
For the girl burst into tears as he
locked her to his heart; the tension
must needs give way at last. brave girl
though she was.
20, why were you 80 cruel? Why
did you force me toto o, Eric!"
MY darling-forgive me!-because l
loved SO much l feared your scornful
refusal. Why should you think me diff
ferent from other wooers? And I new
er dreamed of this happiness, dearest"
he said, passionately. "One word-tell
me You forgive your lover"
Eric, I love you," she whispered.
| and lifted her face for q moment for
his kiss.
What matter If some of the world did
say, when the marriage did take place.
that 1t was the money the painter had
sought? He cared not, and those who
knew him and his wife knew we'll It
vas a love match entirely. The mic.
ture-not a mere portrait-of beautiful
Mrs. Errington, when seen the next
May at the Academy, made a sensation
and sent up the rising artists name at
once.
80. after all, you see, Eric" his
wife says, arch and tender in one. "youi
will win the best in the end. fortune
and fame"
"And the priceless treasure that
neither gold nor fame could buy." he
answers. smiling down on the dear
face-'my wife."-rhe Folks at Home.