Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-01-21


", turning her tear stained face toward
me, ~ am sorry, more sorry than you
will ever guess, that you should have
told me this. Many men have let me
know their love before now, and I was
able to tell them without pain to myself
that it could not be. Now, you love me,
you who have been so true and so brave,
and have to make you see that what
you wish can never be possible. Do moi
think am insensible of the honor you
have done me, for it would honor any
woman to be asked to be your wife. Dc
not think chat it does not pain me tc
hurt you so. But oh, DR.. De Norman.
Vile, cannot you see that I can be nc
mans wife, much less yours?''
"And why, in heavens name, not?"
All this time she had not attempted
to withdraw her hand from mine.
"Because. according to your lights,
am not worthy. You have this moment
called yourself an honest man. Well,
then, judged by your ideas of honesty,
I am not an honest woman. Look al
your own career; look at the name you
have already created for yourself; thins
of your future; then how can Ia WON.
an hunted by every nation, woman on
whose head price is set, who dares not
show her face in u civilized country
allow herself to share that name and
that future with you. Ask yourself that
question and answer it before you think
of making me your wife"
81 can have no future without you. u
"That is no answer to my question.
No, DR.. De, Normanville, I am sorry,
more sorry than you will ever know,
that this trouble should have come upon
you. But when you have time to reflect
you will see as clearly as I do that
what you ask ia impossible. It can new.
er be."
zone question before you say it can.
not bel'' cried. "Iwill not insult you
by imploring you to tell me the truth.
You will do that without my asking.
But we will suppose for the moment
that you were not the outlaw you de-
clare yourself to be and asked you the
same question. Will you tell ME if you
would give me the same answer then?''
cit is unfair of you to put it in that
way" she said, toying with a leaf.
"But since you do ask I will tell you
truthfully. If were in the position you
describe and you asked me to share your
life with you, / would give you this
answer-that I would be your wife OF
the wife of no other man."
"You love ME, then, Alie?"
My heart seemed to stop beating
while waited for her answer. When il
did pass her lips, it was so soft that
could hardly hear it.
"Yes, do love you"
Before she could prevent me I had
taken her in my arms and rained kisses
upon her beautiful face. For a moment
she did not resist. Then she withdrew
herself, painting, from my arms.
"Let me go!" she gasped. "You must
not do this. No, no, mol What am
telling you? Oh, why cannot you see
that what you wish is impossible9"
GAS live," I cried in return, cit is
not impossible, and it never shall be
Since you own yourself that you love
me will not live without you. I love
you as verify believe man never loved
woman before. If I were poet instead
of a prosaio doctor, I should tell you,
Allie, that to me your smile is like
Gods sunshine. I would tell you that
the wind only blows to carry to the
world the story of my love for you. ]
would tell you all this and more-yes,
thousand times more. But am no
poet. I am only man who loves you
for your own beautiful self, for your
sweetness, your loneliness, your tender
ness to those about you. What does
fame mean for me? want only you.
Let me have you for my companion
through life, and I will 60 with you
where you wish, stay here with you II
you please or go away, just as you may
decide. / have but one ambition, and