Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1897-12-31

have my way in this. I forbid you to go
on the lake with Langham again."
"YOu We're the one who sent me!
Take your hand Oft hurts! I don't
know whether I'll obey such q tyrant
or not"
She fed into the little parlor and
Foley heard the bolt slip in the door.
$50 Two days of sultry weather
burnt the ground in wide, deep cracks
along the hickory ridge. Lie pouted
and avoided Dave, who watched her
with eyes grown sullen and suspicious.
III the boat remained tied to Its tree,
the rope swaying in the water undis-
turbed. Langham, whose vagrant fan
cy had led him to fit up a rude hut on
the south end Of the lake, did not como
down to the camp. Foley hoped he
would stay away. There was a feeling
in the tips of Foley's fingers that could
have found rest upon Langham's white
throat.
The heavens had grown coppery with
clouds that Saturday eve. The pillows
rolled in thunderous mutterings, and
through the cypress trees and cane
there came the sOnorous breath of the
storm. The men had left the mill, and
Foley, standing midway the unsteady
bridge. swept the heavens with his
huntsman's glass. He lowered it to
watch Il snipe in combat with Il fellow
fowl. n cry broke from his lips; he
looked through the glass with an eve
keen with fury. 1t was there that
l.angham. far down the lake, drew
Lies head upon his breast and their
lips met in one passionate caress
Foley vent eaping to the shore like
Il mailman. On, on, up to his house and
into the tiny sitting-room. A pearl
handled bit of steel lay upon the man.
tel; he snatched it up and thrust it into
his pocket; the cold steel chilled his
blood, and the face of Lie looked at
him from it's celluloid frame. Foley
fell upon his knees and threw the weap-
on from him.
"Oh. my God! my Cod" lie cried
NJ - y The storm that had been
brewing all the day at twilight fell with
fury. Langham in his coy cabin heard
the outside tempest as in a dream.
There was a tempest in his heart-his
brain. and the touch of her lips linger-
ing in all it's delicious thrill within his
veins. He knew it was a guilty love,
but in his soul he could not think Of
her but as a fair, little April's Indy
never as Foley's wife. He was a man
of the world, and knew what the world
would say of him. the d%ilettante stu
dent of lei and letters. But the wait
tossed to Foley's door by the flood Of
the great yellow river was the waif
who had crept into Langham's heart.
And when the door flew open in a
burst of rain and he saw Il drenched
figure coming swiftly to him Ii. only
smiled and held out his arms She sank
into them, sobbing and shivering upon
his breast.
"Oh. Godfrey, take me. take me away
from here! Dave struck me-he called
me Il fearful name! He saw YOU kiss
me and he will not forgive me any
more.' Loo Langham's face blanched,
but he strokcd her wet hair tenderly.
sYou are safe with me now, Lie, and
my own!" he said. His own-but how.
She was yet Foley's wife.
II wish 1 had not gone with you.'
she soblNed. still clinging to him. 81 am
SO cold. Geoffrey!!" Langham placed
her i'll a chair and found Il great shawl
to wrap around her; he knelt before
her and began to chafe her hands. The
September rain was chill and her blue
little face was Quivering like a child's.
Not until he heard her cry did Lang
ham look up to see Foley standing in
the room, his great arms folded upon
his breast. Langham sprang to the
shelf where his pistol lay, but Foley
had a powerful hand upon his arm.
Not that. If 1 had wanted to shoot
you 1 would not have given you Il
chance for life. I've come to talk with
you about Lie. What are you going
to do with her? 1 gave her choice of
you and me and she chose you"
Langham's face burned dull scarlet,
but Foley's eyes We're like steady steel.
"She's been an honorable woman
my Wife. 1 don't know how far your
love-making his gone, but 1 want no
woman that don't want me. But 1
can't see her go to the devil. I'll kill
her first. She was n baby in n basket
cradle when the river tloated her to my
cabin door. She's been all the world
to me ever since. l haven't been so
soft-spoken or so loving, but 1 gave her
my name. my love, my respect. Can
you do that for her? Or do you want
her ut all?"
1t was n curious, pathetic scene. The
girl i'll the chair stared ut Foley, but
Langham's face was troubled.
II love her." he said slowly. 81 am
willing to make her my wife If it is
possible. She is innocent now of all but
folly. l swear to you, Foley with n
sudden passion), there is no sin between
u.s."
$50 much the better if you love each
other. Now, listen. l am going.away
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