The Chanute times., 1900-08-31
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"= N%VESI % Romance
W. dI~ Alan Adairm

which would hide nothing from her.
Il wish you had not told me-" she
said. For a moment she thought that
this really was so, and that she would
rather not have known; it was only
momentary, however
would you rather not have
known" he said, and looked at her
reproachfully. Joyce, | hate having
to give you this pain; but l have al
ways thought that the very essence Of
married happiness lay in the fact that
husband and wife had no secrets from
each other"
Did you tell her everything?"
asked Joyce, womanlike.
mo, dearest. God forbid that l
should wish to deprecate the girl who
loved me so well; but she was not
your equal She was simply a pure,
sweet, loving woman; but she would
not have understood. She had pretty
ways of making house homelike and
charming; but she had but very little
education. l could not have told her
everything. Joyce, you know all about
our brief married life now. 1 don't
believe that you'll don't believe that
you would be jealous Of the dead wo-
man. Now tell me straight out If you
will make me happy. I don't think
you know or can guess what you are
to me. How my whole life and soul
are bound up in you, how empty my
life would be without you. think If
you understood that you would forget
all about the story have told you,
and give yourself to me, to hold and
to keep as the dearest thing in the
world"
The tears were standing in his eyes,
he was so much In earnest. 1t seemed
to him as If the making or the mar
ring of his life was in this slender
girls hands; and she was moved, too.
"Of course l mind, dearest" she said.
not love you so much. Just think
how would you like it if some other
man had had my first kiss, my first
words of love."
Il should not like it at ALL l should
hate it, Joyce" he said, frankly. Il
knew you would. l should have asked
you to marry me year ago if l had
not had this past behind me. l have
loved you well enough all the time.
1t is only now that l have been pre-
sumptuous enough to think that you
love me little that l have spoken;
and if you do truly love me, Joyce,
you will only be sorry for all that |
have suffered in the past"
Joyce was not an ungenerous girl,
and though there was a certain sting
in the fact that Alan had suffered
through another woman, yet she could
feel it in her heart to pity the girl
who had only been Alans wife for
four months, and who had died in SO
tragic a manner. She rose. Shall we
go in to the others, Alan?' she said,
softly.
But he caught her hand. mot be-
fore | have had my answer, Joyce.
Oh, no! not before l have had my an
swer! Don't be cruel, darling. Put
me'out of pain!"
Dearest" she said, you know
your answer. You know that l love
you, and that l would never deny my
love. This unhappy story of yours
has been a surprise to me, and little
shock; but it does not really make any
difference, does it, when two people
love each other?"
Joyce" he cried-there was the
purest joy in his tone-"Joyce, you
have made me SO happy that l have
no words to express my happiness.
And you will not think of this again?
1t will not be a bar between us? 1t
only comes to me now and again,
when | have thought that you would
not like it. And now, Joyce, you are
cheating me of my kiss of betrothal.
Come behind this rock"
And as Joyce was just sweet, low
ing girl, who had promised herself to
the man she loved, she made no de-
mur, but gave him his kiss; and they
both walked up to the house, trying
to forget the thing that had been dis
cussed between them. And, as mat
ter of fact, they did forget it. They
were so happy in each other, and so
happy in the prospect of the new life
before them, that they actually did
forget. Alan told his story to Joyce's
father as he had told 1t to Joyce, and
after that he felt he had done all that
would be asked of him. He revelled
in the thought of Joyce's love, and
poor Veronica might never have ex-
listed for him at all. There was moth
ing but talk of preparations for the
wedding and settlements, nothing but
congratulations and envyings of his
luck, nothing in all this to remind him
of the simple preparations for the
civil marriage that had been the only
one possible in Rio. Joyce had begged
for six months engagement, Alan
had insisted on three; and as there
was really nothing to wait for he had
his way.