Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-08-31
Vu-(Continued.)

TnaC mas brought me mere, Sic eoiu.
What sorrow?" he asked. "You have
done right to come to me, if l can help
you in any way"
"My trouble is your going, Sir Cyrll.
You said last night it might be years be-
fore you returned; is it SOP
II have every reason for thinking So
sGlade" he answered, slowly.
'"That is my sorrow" she said, clasping
her hands and looking up to him with
love-light in her eyes, chat is my sor-
row, Sir Cyril, and there can be no great
er one that that for me-
Then she was silent, listening to the
song of bird, perched on a swaying
bough just above her, and, in one mo-
ment, it seemed to her that hours pass
ed; still the bird was singing, and he had
mot answered Then he spoke, slowly:
Il am sorry for it, Glade, but do not
quite understand. Why should it be so!
Why should my going away and not re-
turning trouble you?''
A mist like unshed tears gathered in
her beautiful eyes.
"Why do flowers die when the light of
the sun has gone from them?' she ask
ed "Why do the birds cease to sing
when the summer leaves them? Why do
'roses die without WARMTH
"Still | do not quite understand" he
said more slowly.
Because | do not know how to tell
you, and you have no instinct that makes
you understand" she answered, and then
for a few minutes there was silence be-
tween them.
Then she saw that she must speak
more plainly, or not speak at all.
Nothing but real trouble would have
sent me here to see you'll know-oh, Sir
tCyril!-though leaving Eastwood Is as
nothing to you, it is death to me to see
YOU CO. because IL care for you"
The words would have angered him,
spoken by one who was IGNORES friend,
but that her voice broke and her lips
quivered; then he was touched and sorry
for her He laid his hand kindly on hers.
''You care for me, Glade! 1 am sorry
for that, dear child"
II love you better than my life," she
said
''Poor child. Listen, Glade. 1 cannot
love you, dear, because l have given all
the love of my heart and life, and l can
mot recall it"
''Have you given it in vain?' she ask
ed.
''No, not quite in vain; but it was all
given to one who can never be anything
to me-
She looked from him, over the tops of
the tall trees, over the purple woods, then
slowly her eyes came back to his face
again.
"And your love?" she said.
II have buried it," he answered. 81
am a strong man, and may live for many
years, but there will never be ques-
ton of love for me; no woman's fair face
will brighten my heart Or my home, no
woman's soft hand lie in mine, no wom-
ans sweet voice make music to my ears.
l shall be alone in life-and in death
Her face flushed holly as she turned
to him again.
"You have no love to give" she said;
"'but will you take love? | ask for no
return: only let me love you; let me give
you the comfort that you seem to have
foresworn-let me love you
But with a grave, kindly look, he said:
|'You must forget me, Glade. / am
sorry that you have given even thought
to me; forget me-
She rose hurriedly from her seat; her
hands trembled, her lips quivered her
face burned with the fire of passion and
humiliation.
81 have said too much" she said; Il
have stayed too long. / would take back
my words if l could repent Of having
uttered them You have Inundated me;
if live IL will be revenged!'
NAY, Glade, why should you be an
CRY? Love must always be the most
pleasant offering that one can receive
l thank you for yours.
You thank me with one hand. while
with the other you repulse me. [ will
be revenged upon you, Sir Cyril Leslie
Vernon, if | live!'
He took her hand again in his own.
do not be angry with me-" he said;
eve are parting for years-do not let it
be in anger.
..Some day" she said, II may meet
this woman whom you love. If l ever
do"
He glanced at her half in wonder; it
only occurred to him in that moment that
she did not know to whom his great love
had been given, and that it was just as
well. He answered her very gravely,
and then held out his hand in farewell
to her.
"Good-by, Glade; think of me as kind
ly as you can-kindly as l shall always
think of you
II shall remember you," she answered.
las the man who darkened my life Ii
heaven ever puts power into my hands,
shall use it.
CHAPTER VIII.
Two years had passed since the we'd
ding day at Barton Leonard Manor
- ,use Sir Cyril had never returned to
England: Austin had managed the whole
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