The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-11-25

When my arm is well. when martial law
is out. and these Dragging bullies have
had their combs cut. shall be in bet
ter position to ask for what I want. A
treaty on the basis of such pretensions
as mine would be rather absurd Just
now"
THAT sounds very sensible; it's just
what think"
"But. in the meantime, why SO much
thinking? Why not be ourselves, since
the main thing is settled?"
us there no other thing in the way
NOT anything at all? You spoke of
my forgiving something without
knowing what it was. Will you not
tell ne now what it was that you spoke
OFF"
ut is all past history; told you I
should get out of the fix was in; and I
did have"
'But what was it?"
Dearest, cannot tell you. The mat
ter is confidential, and it relates to
business which is not my own. The po-
sition it placed me in became insup-
portable from the moment l saw you,
and resigned my part in it; but hav-
ing done so, cannot now give it away"
II do not like mysteries. have told
you everything about myself, even to
my siHiest dreams and fancies."
This is no dream, my darling; it is
serious business, and it is not my own.
Any trust is serious, and though I took
this one on me rather lightly it is not
lightly that give it up; and if should
now betray it,
ITO tell it to me, merely to satisfy
a shade of doubt about yourself, is not
betraying. +" I don't care in the least
about their business. should forget
it all as soon as / knew about your part
in it,
Il have no longer any part in it, and
1 cannot give away confidential trust
the moment 1 resign it. You cannot
ask me to do that"
''Oh, ask nothing"
"And yet punish me for telling you
nothing. This is a horrible waste of
time. Have you had so much happiness
in your life that you can afford to play
with moments like these?"
IF it were play! What is the mat
ter? Are you ill?" cried Faith, as Oar
rested on the chair-back, with a sound
like a half-suppressed groan.
''All my aches are aching at once, and
the fear of fears is on me" he said.
''What is that?"
"The fear that haunts me whenever
you are not with me-in the night when
l cannot sleep, and before see you in
the morning-that the next time see
you you will not be the same to me.
And here you are changing before my
very eyes. Not any of it, then, has
been true? You never did trust me?'
always! I do trust you. But my
life, lately, has not strengthened my
faith in happiness, where men are con-
cerned- I ought to be ashamed, call
ing myself your nurse, and here have
been talking you nearly to death!"
81 will complain of you to the doc
tor, and he will say I am not to be
crossed; you must give me everything
I want. Let me take your hand, your
left hand, please. Now do not talk
about it any more"
then she gently drew her hand away
and laid it over the hot, closed lids of
her unreasonable lover, who wanted
everything all at once, and could show
no claim to anything. She began to
speak quietly, as if to herself:
when you got that message, with
word you thought could come from
no one but me; when you came, and
I was not there, and you saw it was
death-trap, did you for an instant think
it possible could have lent my name
not my name, but word more sa-
cred than any name
mot for an instant"
"You had not one doubt Of me, then?"
mo more than of the stars above"
"Then I cannot doubt. 1t shall be my
faith for your faith"
moment later Wan opened the door
and announced the doctor.
lTo BE Continued
The Pr0fess0r's Wife as a Critic.
A college professor, who prided him