The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1900-08-16

On the fourth day from that on
which the conversation on the balcony
had been held. Eowen said that lie
would give this one day to the search,
and. if the bauble was not found, he
would summarily cut short the fasci-
nation which bound hiln-he would
take the evening train to London.
II think am losing my senses"
he said, as he strollcd down the road,
his eyes fixed on the ground, his cigar
forgotten between his lips.
There was a rustic in the bushes, a
sbriu bark sounded, and then out
dashed a little sky terrier. who flew
at Rowen in an eXuberance of glad
ness at sight of him.
Rowen stopped to cares the creature,
which belonged to Myra Kent, and
was her constant companion.
The young mans eyes glanced about.
hoping to see the dogs mistress; but
no one appeared, and at last Rowen
was sure she was not near.
Instead of going back in few mo-
ments the dog kept near, and at last,
when Rowen tried to drive him away,
Alfred persisted in remaining.
you are not at all like your mis-
tress," said Owen, with some bitter
ness. "She would not manifest such
delight at being with me-"
The man and dog went on slowly.
and it was not until some minutes
had passed that Rowen noticed that
the TERROR continually turned back and
looked at him as If asking him to
come.
Idly at last Rowen turned and fol-
lowed Alfred, who leaped stone wall
and flew across a field covered with
faded goldenrod. He uttered short
banks Of satisfaction as he went, and
was constantly turning about to see
that Rowen followed. He went faster
and faster, so that finally Rowen was
nearly running to keep him in sight.
Suddenly the dog leaped and scram-
bled down the steep bank of dry
water course, and when Rowen came
to the edge and looked down he Ut
tered an exclamation of alarm and
surprise, and then swung himself down
from a birch tree and fell rather than
walked to a place where lay figure
whose blue dress and bright scarf
were familiar to his eyes.
'Myrar' he cried, as he flung himself
down by her.
All his love and agony were in that
word. lie had feared to find her
senseless, dead, but she looked at him,
and a faint smile came to her white
lips. As she met his eyes, as the fire
in them poured down upon her, tinge
of color came back into her face.
81 think most of my ribs are broken.
and perhaps the rest of my bones"
she said, with an effort at speaking as
lightly as her words sounded. But
I've found my bracelet"
AS she spoke the last words her face
turned deathly white, and she sank
still further back in Inconsistencies.
A quarter of an hour later, when
life returned to her. she found herself
supported in Rowen's arms, and before
she opened her eyes she felt a pair
of trembling lips pressed passionately
upon her own.
"Forgive me! Forgive mew muir
INJURED Rowen. 81 was Wild thought
you dead. May you never suffer as
L have"
She tried to withdraw herself, but
he held her fast; he could not let her
90. There was something in her face
that emboldened him. that made his
boDoc rico iDt0yicot iDplV
"And now that l am not dead?" she
whispered, at last.
"Ah, now-now 1 will never let you
cor' he exclaimed, holding her yet
closer. "Have you ever guessed how
| love your"
"Yes-I half fancied-but-" was
the low response.
But what?"
81 dared not think of it because
because | was afraid should discover
that loved your was the delicious
reply.
A few moments after he said:
Il intended to have found that brace
let myself"
"It's all the same" she said, shyly
smiling. "since l have found it,
Spare Moments.