Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1897-05-25
She was kind, but so

low, even voice broke IN on his med1tA-
tions, the heavy, down drooPed lids,
with their long lashes, casting shadow
ON her fair cheek, her white fingers
moving swiftly amid her silks and
wools ''You must be frightfully bored,
shut up so long?"
Prison, do you call it?'' he returned
rather unsteadily 1T has been more
like paradise. I can never forget your
kindness, Lady Lexley."
"Have been kind?'' she asked, rails
| ing her white lids and letting her calm,
gray eyes rest ON his face. Surely, /
have done no more than any woman
would have done in my placer
"And not more than you would have
done for the veriest stranger, he added
rather bitterly. ''At the same time,
should not like you to think me un-
grateful, especially as 1 must leave Ash
leen tomorrow. The regiment is under
orders for foreign service. We sail i'm
mediately, and after tomorrow it is un-
likely 1 shall see you again, except to
say goodby."
His voice was harsh and strained, and
his eyes fell gloomily ON the fire No
answer. And as the silence grew pro-
longed he turned and looked at her.
She was quite calm, the tranquility of
her face unmoved.
How cold, how cruelty cold she isr'
he thought hopelessly. Yet what could
his going be to her but matter of COM
plete indifference? But, all the same, it
seemed bitterly hard. when every fiber
of his being was pulsing with a passion
ate, hopeless love for her, she should be
so utterly and completely unconscious
and unresponsiye.
"You will like it?" she said at length,
a note of calm interrogation in her low
tones.
Like It'll" he echoed rather wildly.
'Do you think man likes leaving all
he holds best and dearest in the world
when going means for him dreariest ex-
lie into outer darkness? If You can sup
pose such thing to be possible, then I
like going" with a miserable, jarring
laugh.
Her eyes gazed straight into his, COM
pelling and drawing his to meet them
by the very intensity of her gaze Then,
swiftly folding her work, she rose and
stood with one hand resting ON the man.
telpiece, as if to steady herself, still
looking down at him.
''What do you mean?" she questioned
IN q very low voice.
'I mean 1 love you," he muttered
recklessly. "Scorn me, despise me,
don't care. must speak or L shall go
mad, L think 1 never, God knows,
meant to tell you this, but circumstances
have been too strong for me. l had bet
ter leave your house at once before you
order me out And sinking his face on
his hands, he breathed hurriedly.
c.1T l. -,
speech, silence SO intense that he could
almost hear the beating of his heart.
After q time he raised his head languid-
ly and rested his haggard eyes on her.
She had not stirred, except that one
white hand was tightly clinched on her
bosom, crushing the delicate lace of her
gown, while her eyes shone with
strange light as they met his.
All at once, with a sudden, tender
movement, she fell on her knees beside
the couch, and her soft fingers twined
round his. Almost mechanically, in his
great astonishment, his heart beating to
suffocation, his arms closed round her
tightly, he drew her close to him. AS he
did so a long, soft sigh escaped her.
ooh, my love, " he breathed very low,
caressing the soft ripples of her hair
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Do you care Httle?'
Eyes" she whispered, nesting closer
in his arms "I have cared all along, 1
think. You have magnetized me in some
way. was drawn to you irresistibly.
All the summer was one long dream to
me because you were there, and I saw
you daily never even tried to cheat
myself with the puerile belief that the
L., g. lot, hot
mask under which so many try to de-
ceive themselves and hide their real feel
ings. No. knew L loved you, and I
guessed that was not quite indifferent
to you But you should never have
known had you not spoken. am too
proud woman to wear my heart on my
sleeve. Do you remember the day of
your accident-that fearful day? saw
you fall into the road, and for one awful
moment of sickening suspense thought
you were killed. But when knew you
were only badly hurt, not dead, 1 felt I
could not bear that you should be tended
anywhere but here, so that might look
after you and be your companion in your
convalescence. And have been SO hap
py during these past weeksr'
1t seemed to Gordon his ears must be
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faltered and paused. His queen, whom
he had always thought so cold, SO calm,
was in his arms, at his feet. Tightening
his arms round her, he bent his face
over hers till his lips met and sought
hers in long, delirious kiss. Then a
prolonged silence ensued.
The freight had sunk to a dull glow,
the room was wrapped in deepest shad-
ows, when the loud banging of several
doors and the sound of a loud, CHEEKY
voice announced the return of Sir John
.Lexley from hunting. As he entered the
library the ususal cheerful picture of
brightly blazing fire and the graceful
form of his wife presiding at the tea ia
bic was missing. Instead, Captain Cor
don was the only occupant of the room,
standing with his back to the dying fire,
strol1ing his short dark mustache
thoughtfully.
In less than a week the -th sailed
for Malta, and nothing was left Gordon
but the memory of the past and photo
graph of a woman--London Sketch
a Cautious Doctor.
doctor, something is the matter
with me. Sometimes my mind is per-