Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-06-22
CHAPTER xvru-scantinuedp

Slange In er.
Florence e cried. 'for your We
nAanhood's sake
Hush she Interrupted. and in her
voice rang sudden irmneSs. II will
not listen 10 another word.
Then. her tone. sinking to its usual
low sentleness. she added.
You win stay to breakfast with
nse.r
II cannot stay and obey your com
mand for silence" he replied, Meth
er can l stay 10 look upon the woman
who mocks me with Florence Vane's
semhlance- l bid you farewell. Mad
anne Florence. Henceforth / viii in
dict upon You neither my presence nor
my prayers.
"Yon viii not breakfasts / am o
ty.~
This was her sole response. He babe
Der adiea and left her. hut. as the vel
vet hangin-S OF the door closed behind
him. a faint. low cry smoi his ear.
An instant be paused. tempted to re-
turn.
But Wherefore: lie would gain but
another stab.
He Wen on down the stairs and out
into the street. Singuiarly. his steps
turned in the same direction as had
DaneroTs ON the preceding night
Almost unconscious OF whittier they
we're heading him, he found himself be-
side the marble lions guarding as senti-
nels the entrance q the superb apart
9Hents occupied by Mr.. Leonard, the
wealthy American.
The thought Of Beatrice came Ia him
with sudden. refreshing fancy. She. at
least. no mask. She would not
probe his hurts with questions: and yet
the touch OF friendship might send him
0aomentary forgetfulnesS OF his pain.
Five minutes before he had not re-
membereSi her existence. Now he was
all eagerncSS 10 see her.
Happily. she was at home. lie naced
up and down the apartment into which
lie servant eShered him. with an impa-
thence almost petulanr.
When She entered. her face showing
her gladncSs ia meeting him. he
taught both her hands. Then some
lASng blurred her from his sight
IL was . mist Of ears His suffer
inss was stronger shan his manhood.
He turned his head quickly. 20 conceal
has Weakness bur she alrcady had de-
TAcSed a.
The smile faded from her lips. the
gaadEcSS vanished. Her cAeep paked.
and 3 great pity cTepS into her brown
eyes. rs she remembered What Le had
told her Of bis erTand here. an3 read iu
his grisf THAR his second wooin- had
met with 40 happier ending than the
6rSI
She drew him 10 a scfa azd seated
herself on a box chair beside him.
Harry dear old friend she said.
1t Vas so sweet d yen 10 rcuae a. mey'
Thus. With her weMan's tact. she lot
Min Know tharc was a0 need % words
Tor her 70 read ana understand the
story.
NY GOsr Dr. answered. uueon-
scsnnssy. pressing ,he Rusc saSs.S ne
held i'm his until they srAe8 wgsh pain.
WIS MS IL n0s you wnom 1 lneedL
Re2srE~-ypa wAnaA / maseAf have
taught to hove ne ID resura and wha
IS 80 wei worthy aFi that 5 nan ms-at
giveg
The girl smiled weArily. remember.
s1- her own hezrt-aang. and echoed:
WHY. ladcear
They ha1 known each cshsr from
cAihEhcS.l What more natural than
that PLACID caln affection should bare
merged ssas0 kose'S stronger currears
safe would hare been their Anchorage
then-securc tlex h2rHor.
But when d5d hoyc make n wcSran Of
expediencyg Mould il not seem as
though Cupid we've for3cr of storm
than sunshine. and laaghe. as. ore hy
ono. the boats which he had launched
dashed themselves 10 pieces anon the
rolck, leaving 10 tio.tt upaa their crses
ave oEly his aus painssd upon their
prows
Sweet TO a man who suffers i q wo-
maa's sympathy: ana though Ark
wright bad heart 10 speak no word cor
corning himself. his Weakness had now
mastered him.
The tears-thc first ne had she'd Ssree
early bOyhoS~l-were dried. bur he fcls
thar he must make 70 Beatrice so1nc
explanation 81 their cause.
~lt's not Just as You suppose. Re-
he said. gnlping back Sn uglr lusap in
his threat. II zhinS I could bear anv
disappointment q that sort Ike a man
I told yoa | had come here 10 lnd the
woman I had lost. Well ! f0gna q
beautiful piecc ~ marble. whsch had
her eyes, and nose. ana mo0sA. with
skin like human skin. and bnsath Ike
human hrcath. n wosean. Beatrice.
with \ frozen heart. A w0alan whose
womanhooi Is deadr'
A groam bister and deep. hurst from
him rs be finished speaking. Infinite
compassion was written in Beatrice
Ieonard's face.
Don't say dead. Harry she mur
mured gently. ~Ske must have sur
fered from bitter cold ere her heart
froRc. aud tie sharp. cutting blast has
lllied her womania0od into THE slnmtrr
which feisns death. maybe. bur true
womanheot knows no DEATH
He caught her hands again and drew
them TO his lips He stood 50 sorely In
nessl of just tho comfort that she or
fered him. . The u hope she thus
held out 10 him 20 cling 90 as one
cl;ngs 10 the mock which is 10 save him
from utter ~shipwreck.
Cod bless you for these woriss" he
said, fcrvently, IF l could hgt save
her from herself. 1 would be content
10 sccept all my own misery
who Is she. Harry-may | ask no
u know hery'
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