The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-29

why. the order was read out at re-
Embellishments discharge. FORGETTING
all pay and allowance and so on and
three years in Leavenworth."
Three years in Leavenworth!" cried
Mrs. Malone. Three years-well, we'll!
Did we hear that, Sergt Holmes? There's
many thing Will be forgotten in three
years, Holmes"
But Holmes was already striding away
through the gathering dusk.
Holmes turned his back on the post
and strobe out across the bluffs toward
the river. For a long, long time now he
had been used to take these solitary even
ing walks, rain or shine, to tire out the
passion in his breast. Scared alone in
the world since ne remembered anything
he had never loved a living thing until
now. and, having loved with all the might
of a rushing, long suppressed Hood, he
found he had dashed himself against a
rock. He had tonight but one clear
thought in his throbbing head Noel Fa-
val was out of the way-out of the way
out of the way. The words sang in his
ears. 1t gave him a chance. For the
slim lad Faval he had nothing but con-
temptuous pity. He was out of the way.
His bewitching music, his big brown eyes,
his slender, graceful form would be heard
and seen no more. That fancy would be
forgotten, and he CIolmes) would have
another chance. So unused the sergeant.
and the devil of bitterness gradually gave
place TO the angel of hope, and at last
by the bank of the river he came upon
the girl. She was lying in the grass, her
face buried in her arms her black hair
loose and her whole form shaken with
great sobs. Holmes dropped on one knee
beside her and dared, in his agitation, to
lay his hand on her head.
KATY" he said. katy, dearv'
She sprang up; her great black eyes
cleaned angrily on him. she clenched her
hands.
what do you want here?" she sobbed.
Cant you leave me alone? hate you.
ID is you who did this"
He hung his head passively and quiv-
cred.
what have I done to make you hate
me, Katy" he slowly whispered. You
didn't use to before-Faval came"
and you arrested him.
why did not the fool go away at once?
What could I do? 1 was detailed; it was
my duty"
three years-him! He will die in the
prison with those wretches; he will have
no music nothing. 1t is horrible! You
have killed him. killed that boy!'
DO you love him so much?"
The girl flushed in the starlight
what is that to you? 1 pity him"
A fash of renewed hope sprang from
his heart to his eyes. Pity need not be
love. For a moment his sight grew dim.
and the next he was at her feet, clutch
ing her dress.
"Katy!" he cried. 1T is done-it was
his own fault Forget him. He cannot
have learned to love you as / have loved
you for years Listen, listen! Don't so
awayr
The girl was in vain struggling TO re-
lease her dress, frightened now.
II am, all the men say I am, perhaps
he cried, surely and all that; but-listen
you are the cause For love of you, ami
| thinking Of you, keep alone. From the
horror Of losing you am sometimes half
mad. Listen 10 me. now, and tell me.
Win ever any man love you as | love?
VIII any one do for you what l would
| do?"
Leave me. leave me-" she cried. but
he chung to her.
II can not charm you and bewitch You
with pretty face and music like Faval,"
| he went on, unheeding her. But l am a
man. and true mani l claim that. Try
| me: tell me what to do to prove how
| much love youl Whatever It Is l shall
do 81"
The girls thoughts all the evening had
dwelt on one thing alone-her bewlldered
| anxious. wild thoughts. They formed
| themselves. as a. word OF command,
into "a resolve. She whispered to the man
al her feet;
do YOU love me 20 much2"
81 cannot tell how much"
And you would 10 all you say-for
! me, for love OF met