The Lamar register., 1900-08-29

minded me of poor dead Veronica.
Mind you, did not see her face, but
something in her walk was like,
and
Joyce was as pale as Alan had been.
'It has made you sad, Alan. You
loved her more than you thought"
sNo, mol" he said, III is not that
at all. Joyce, but the sight of that
strange woman made me realize how
necessary you are to me. Darling, 1t
is because love you so that cannot
bear to think of losing you. II had
to wait another two months instead OF
two weeks think should go mad"
He pushed his hair from his brow
and leant his head on his hand. Joyce
saw that he was oyerdone and nery-
Gus. and that she must brace him up
little. She recognized. with gush
OF thankfulness to God. that here was
man who loved her as few men love
women. and that the poor dead girl
| could never have had his heart. 1t
| was only pity, as he had said. She saw
| this in flash even as she looked at
1 him,
Alan" she said softly. put away
these fears. sweetheart. See. here I
am: look at me. am yours till deaCI
and after. Death itself has no terrofs
\ of separation for people who love a.
| we. What do you think-that flesh
! and blood could contain our love?
| No: We belong TO each other for al
! ways. and Here comes our lunch
/ and you will have 20 eat it"
And he did eat II, eheered by the
| sunshine OF her eyes and the music
| OF her voice. And after lunch they
| sat up in one of the balconies and
watched the boats go down the grimy
but sunllt bosom of Mother Thames,
\ for the hotel looked out upon the river,
! And Alan smoked. and they made
| plans for the future. Where they
I would go. and what they would do.
/ and what they would scts, together, to-
1 gether. together always And they
talked of the folly OF married men and
1 women who go their separate ways,
not recognizing the diyinely blessed
| link between husband and wife. And
| when they rose to go they knew that
they were nearer TO each other than
they had ever been before II had
been golden afternoon, although now
the sun had gone from the river, and
the mist was rising a little. Still, as
Joyce said, No mist can blot the sun
out forever" She meant it as an allie
CORY. and as an allegory Alan under
stood IL
And then they drove home again to-
gether. and that evening Alan spent
quietly. doing a little work which was
necessary, seeing that he had spent a
good many hours doing nothing bui
| making love to Joyce. And on the
morrow he had forgotten the stranga
turn that the woman had given him.
Nothing happened during the next
fortnight. which went all too slowly
for him, until his wedding day. On
the contrary, each day his heart be-
! came lighter. and he looked forward
each day to that which would see the
contamination OF his dearest desires,
And SO the wedding day came, and
Alan forgot everything but that the
sweetest woman In the world was go
ing TO belong to him from that day
EOENAEu AtAkhFl LACAN-
rang out clear and fluent, as did hers.
He forgot Hutchinson and Hutchin-
sons enigmatic prophecy-that there
might be strange wedding guest
though he could not have known that
Hutchinson had changed mis- mind, and
that there would be no strange we'd
ding guest that day.
He forgot everything, save that the
time was coming nearer and nearer
when the carriage door would be closed
behind him and Joyce. and he would
whisk her Oh. his own dear bride. And
1t is no exaggeration to say that the
sun had never shone on two happier
people than Alan and Joyce Maeken'
Zie
ITO be continuedD