The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-01-21

But a whole year,
That or nothing says she. relea sins
her hands, with a little determined show
of strength, from his. 1T is for you 10 de
eide. | don't care,'
Perhaps she hardly grasps the cruelty
that lies in this half-impatient speech. I'M
I'll she sees Dysart's face flush painfully.
You need not have said that" says he
Il knew it. | am nothing to you really
He pauses, and then says again in low
tone, Nothing
.'Oh, you mustn't feel so much" cries
she. as if tortured 1T is folly to feel al
all in this world What's the good of it
And to feel about me, ] am not worth it
If you would only bear that in mind, il
might help YOU"
If | bore that in mind l should not
want to make you my wife, returns he
steadily. gravely. Think as you will OF
yourself, you do not shake my faith il
you. Well" with deep breath Il accept
your terms. For year shall feel myself
bound to you, while you shall hold your
self free, and try too
NO, no. We must both be equal-botf
free while I" she stops short, coloring
warmly, and laughing. What is it | an
to try to do
''To love me-" replies he, with infinite
sadness in look and tone.
Yes says Joyce. slowly, and the,
again meditativcly, yes" She hl,s hel
eyes presently and regards him strangely
And if all my trying should not succeed
If | never learn to love you
why, then it is all over. This hope OF
,,,i,, l.
yet with such deep melancholy. such sad
foreboding, that her heart is touched.
''Oh, 1t is a hope Of mine, too says she
quickly. If it were not, would | lister
to you to-day? But you must not be 50
downhearted let the worst come to the
worst, you will be as well off as you are
this instant"
He shakes his head.
Does hope count for nothing. then?"
You would compel me to love you
says she, growing the more vcxed as she
grows the more sorry for him. ''Woull
you have me marry you even if did not
love yOuf' Her soft eyes have filled with
tears, there is a suspicion of reprOach In
her voice.
NO, l suppose not"
He half turns away from her. At this
moment a sense of despair falls on him.
Joyce he then says, quickly. turning
to her and crlsping her hands, give me
my chance. Give me those twelve months
give me your thoughts now and then while
they last. l brought you here to-day tc
say all this, knowing we should he alone
But you. Joyce-twelve months is long
time. You may see others not Bean
,.in nth 4
Money would not tempt me-" SAYS the
girl, slowly. If money were your rival
you would indeed be safe. You ought to
know that"
Il-Joycc-" He stops suddenly
May think of you as Joyce: | hay,
called YOU 50 once or twice, but
You may always call me So" says She
gently. if indferentIy. ".AlI my friend,
call me SO, and you-are my friend sure.
ly"
The very sweetness of her manner. cold
as ice as it is. drives him to desperation.
Not your fricnd-your lover" SAYS he
with sudden passion. joyce. think of all
that have said all you have promised. \
small matter to you, perhaps-the whole
world to me. You will wait for me fof
twelve months. You will try to love me
You-'
Yes but there is something more to be
said cries the girl springing to her feet
as if in violent protest. and confronting
him with Il curious ok-set-dctermined
"a little frightened, perhaps.
"MoreE' says DySart, startled by her
expression, and puzzled rs well.
Yes" hurricdly. This The very
nervousness that is consuming her throws