Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1898-03-19

her hand to his lips.
my beloved" he said, tell me again
that the Duke of Dawtry Is nothing to
your
"pouf!-lcss than nothing! A summer
wind could scatter my regard for him
so!'-making dainty prctense Of blow
Ing something away from the tips Of her
fingers. Fossils, would have you know,
however priceless, are not much In my
line. l think"--with rcproachful glance
ut him-"you might have known that.
They do not commend themselves to me;
they fail to cnchant my fancy"
"Your fancy? That Is thing light rs
air. Oh, that I might cnchant itv'
"Why, 30 do you'll" said she, dropping
her voice to a soft undcrtonc. DO you
think would let another kncel where you
IRE kneeling now? That Is small priv
ilcgc, think you, to be allowed to-" She
bent her head, and wednesdays lips met
hers In passionate embrace. THAT
little girl hns not won you from me, thenY'
she went on, In low, wooing whisper.
lyon are still minc?"
snow rs ever"
1T Is n love worth having" she said,
as II to herself. Then, after few min.
| utcs' silent thought, she added, II do be-
lievc you; and yet, n young girl-Wri.
othcsley, there is n great charm In youth;
and that little thing is. hear. lovely"
"Who told you thntY"
"Your cOusiii--Mrs. vcrulam. Tier feel.
Ing toward me can hardly be called love;
and she thought to nmusc herself by tell.
ing me that yesterday. She Is not, after
all, as clever rs she looks. She told me
Miss-Cravcn, do you call hcr?-was suf-
ficicntly out Of the common to bring oil
London to her feet"
II don't know, I'm sure. To me she
seemed pretty child-no more. no less.
You seem to have my hunts little friend
on the brain. Comc-tcll me why you
think so much of hcrT'
a fond hope that she was growing jcnl.
Gus Of Marvel was making his heart glad;
hut this Illusion Mrs. Scarlet dispcllcd
ruthlcssly.
| "I.nst night dreamed Of her." she said,
slowly. 1T was n vision rather than a
dream: there was no lending up to II, no
found myself In the midst of terrible
darkness rs black rs night: there wcrc
muttcrings and hoarsc cryings oil around,
and sounds Of trouble and woe. Then,
while I was gazing, half frightened, this
blackncss seemed to part In the center, as
though two sable curtains had been pulled
aside. and there appeared vague, trem.
ulous Rlimmcr Of light that grew and grew
until II was almost too bright to look up-
on. II took the form Of o perfect oval,
and In It's center stood radiant figure
a tall, slender creature, half child, half
girl, with such floating locks and CLEAN.
Ing. innocent eyes and q face that was
purity embodied. thought that gaxed
for long time upon this figure. There Il
stood immovablc, smiling TRANQUILITY,
though surrounded by the awful darkness
TINT held mc-standine out from the hide
Gus gloom with an insolcncc Of youth and
innocence TINT fascinated me even while
I hated Il! She did not seem to hear the
cries and mutterings, nor did the gloom
awake In her any fcar the calm serenity
never left the perfect face. see Il now, y
she said In low tone, rising slowly to he's
feet and gazing straight before hcr-''ths
facc--bcautiful, angelic, and yet no like
like. She broke of, shuddcring, and
her face became quito Rhastly. ''Grcat
heaven. what thought" she gasped. She
swayed hclplcssly, and would have fallen
but that Wriothcslcy caught her In bis
arms.
"I.ikc whomy' he asked.
zone dcad--dcad ind forgotten" shl
said. family.
lIc soothcd her tcndcrly. and after q
little while she shook off the fcvcrish hor
ror that had seized her, and even laughed
aloud at the absurd scene she had made
II hutc to dream" she said. 1T spoili
n good night; mud my ncrvcs-thOugf
people tell me I ann made Of stccl-are
moro troublesome thnn care to shy. Only
TO you"-with n gentle glnncc-"l bctray
myself"
IAN that you shy only makes me love
you the morc,' said Wriothcslcy. "And
you-do you, too, love mc!" he asked
anxiOusly.
"IIavc you no faith"
~ great deal; but yet I would have
you shy It,"
"Comc to mo this day week." she said
"thcn you shall know"
II know what your answer will be,
he whispered, with all u lovers trust
tho certainty In his tone did not angcl
her; II only made her vince us though ,
sharp knife had pierced her-"why thcl
will you condemn me to this seven days
misery? Why not mako mo happy nowy'
"You assume u great deal" she said
plnyfully; "yet you must remember hav,
promised nothing"
"Still trust, ! believe In you," he 70
Piled, with passionate curncstncss. "rhos,
last words leave with you. Goodnight
my lOve-go0d.night."