The Saint Paul globe., 1899-04-30

the point at once, for fortune had played fast
and loose with him too long. What is your
answer now, now when I come to you free
from the terrible charge, free, too from the
scandal Of a world Of liars. Now when can
offe- you, not only my devotion with poverty,
but my devotion with wealth, my darling,
clasping her white hands, that lay cold
and unresponsive in his own and looking
down into the lovely piquant face. whose pal
lor and weariness showed that she had borne
very agony Of anxiety and care for him;
what is my answer to be? Is it yes or no?
But when he would have taken her in his
arms, remembering all that had gone before,
with quick, imperious movements she waved
him back.
NO" she answered, quietly, "a thousand
times no''
"No!'' he echoed and recoiled as one who
has received a blow, blank amazement per-
vading all his senses. striking him almost
dumb
mo" he repeated hoarsely and took hold
Of the back of a chair, and leaned heavily
upon it. What then is the reason for this
sudden change? have right to know it,
'The reason is all sufficient" she answered.
coldly. Il am a wor.an with woman's priv
ilega to change my mind
He looked at her fiXedly, as she stood up
right before him, her eyes so bright and de-
1ant. yet her face so quivering and pale, and
his own grew white with the tumult of the
suppressed passion within him.
Nay, it is not sufficient" he cried, sterny.
Am [ fool, or are you a heartless coquette,
that you should play with me this miserable
part-trife with an honest mans love? Did
you not of your own free choice send for me?
Did you not of your own free will bid me
hope again-who have loved you against hope
these long, hopeless years? And then for a
mere caprice send me from you, and I am to
go meekly at your bidding, question the
reason of this change! But speak or be 81
lent. one answer 1 will have" and he STROBE
forward and caught her hand, and gazed
ionn nfn1xy rry.t ,r.y ;,,fn how
downcast face. "Is there another?"
NO no; you insult me by such a supposi-
tion," she cried, passionately as himself, then
broke down, sobbing. 1T is too late"
''Why too late?" he queried, drawing
nearer
you would not listen when I would have
spoken. Yesterday, when I was willing to
take you-just as you were simply from love
you repulsed me with GOODNESS, and today,
l say again, it is too late"
Listen to me-" he said, and dropped her
hand and took her in his arms, and forced
her to look up into his earnest face. "Yester
day, [ believed you regretted momentary
tenderness and made that shameless scandal
an excuse for remaining free. Believed some
of that worldly wisdom that moulded your
decision in the past-Hush. don't speak
guiding you in the. present It was a
mistake, that is ALL Today, of both the past
and the present I am wiser. Oh, foolish
mavourneen, will this satisfy you? Must I
go down on my knees in the old knightly
fashion, or will you take me here. simply in
my arms?"
NO. no" she cried again, and stamped
her little foot impatiently
Yesterday when you were poor, yes; to-
day no.
And why?" he queried again. His mind
was wonderfully easy now, holding her there
to his breast from which she had ceased to
struggle to be free
Because hiding her lovely blushing face
on his shoulder. You will think your title
his won me-"
Then Castemaine laughed the first glad
laugh he had laughed for many a day.
Then how about that letter that came just
as 1 was starting for Russia?" he whispered
tendery.
And as those rosy lips were silent he kissed
them softly And those glorious Irish eyes
were wet, he kissed them too, not once but
many times for the long thirst Of years is
hard to satisfy, when the red wine of life is
placed to the mouth at last.
Thevanions revenge on the woman who
had once refused him, and the second time
escaped him, was never realized.
Circumstances were too strong for him. and
for his own sake he was silent; while the
weak and selfish woman who, but for Cas-
tlemaine, would have completely fallen into
his power, retired from English society and
lived the rest of her life abroad
In the family vault of the house of Cray
more Giulio Chudleigh, alias Giulio Mazetti
was laid away with the rest of that noble
line And strangers as they stroll through
that little Hampshire churchyard, and pause
before the stone that bears list of the illus
trious dead sleeping beneath wonder little
what may be the story Of him of whom it is
written:
GUILIO CHUDLEIGH,
10th Duke of Craymore
Who died on the same day as he entered into
his inheritance.
Aged 81.
"Greater love hath no man than this. that ne
lay down his life for his friend