North Park union., 1900-04-20

THAT sounds almost IKE getting
over disagreeable duty she objected
And am sure my father won't want
me to run away from him just yet-not
till this disturbance on the frontier
Is over, and he is ready to take me
home"
For to the heart of Briton, in
whatever foreign cline, the sacred
name of Home" belongs to the be-
loved British Isles alone.
For answer Don drew her once more
within his arms.
Il can't wait for that, Lille" And
If his mastery arose more from the
dogmatic will Of the man than the i'm
petuosity of the lover, there was no
doubt about his earnestness. "If you
ever go back home. it must be as my
wife; but, Lille, l won't promise you
l would take you. / could not bear
it, for am homeless wanderer now"
The quiver in his voice moved her
profoundly.
I'VE will make fresh home, Don.
you and I, wherever you like in the
whole world" she said.
Even Don, self-absorbed as was his
nature, was touched by her devotion
you are very generous, my darling,
and l am going to take you at your
word by asking your father to give
you to me before the summer. l hope
to see him in very short time, for
have just had orders to take a relief
draft of our Derbys out to Join his
camp tomorrow"
She turned pale as her clinging
gown.
| Tomorrow? Oh, Don. why didn't
you tell me before you were going to
| leave me Tomorrow"
Because i'll news Is told all too
soon," he answered gently. But
cheer up, child. I don't expect to be
gone more than three or four weeks
at the most
But she clung to him, with the tears
swimming in her beautiful blue eyes.
| "Oh, Don. my dearest, l shall be
dreading all sorts of things happening
to you on the way! used to feel SO
frightened. when my father went out
first; but now I know he is safely in
camp it is different. Oh, DOM" she
broke off. "if you never come back to
me it would break my heart!"
MY darling" he reassured her, "the
tribes have surrendered, and the war
is practically over There's really
nothing to be nervous about"
You must think of me killing time
counting the hours which will bring
me back to the dear little woman who
is going to open paradise for the
poor outcast wanderer."
She put up her little hand to his
lips.
Don't call yourself that. Don. AS we
hope to be forgiven, forgive and for
get the wrong your mother did you
when she brought you up as Gadie's
heir. Remember it was all for love
of you she sinned."
What then, sweet pleader, would
you have 1t that love condones a sin ?"
he queried, capturing the hand and
| covering 1t with kisses.
God Forbid" she answered earnest
ly; but surely. because Of that love.
! forgiveness should be easier?"
All! how both were to remember that
conversation in a bitter day to come!
All too soon came the final moment
for last caresses and parting words,
for presently the red-turbaned native
announced that Gordon sahibs horse
was at the gate as ordered, and his
| cloak also. as dew was falling"
| Lille picked up silk coverlet from
| the divan, and throwing It over her
shoulders. accompanied her lover to
the veranda.
The moon had risen, and in its clear
| light her lovely face, with its aureole
of golden hair. shone radiant with its
love- but quivering with the pain which
this moment of farewell brought.
| The red fireflies were flashing, the
perfume OF rose and pink oleander
waited from the garden on the hot air.
On the far-stretching terrace of the
bungalow a great adjutant bird, with
its head nesting under its wing, was
silhouetted against the silvery expanse
| of sky.
From the prickly-pear hedge Of the
compound rose anon the melancholy
howl of jackal.
All unconsciously, scene and hour
were to be fixed irrevocably upon Don
| Gordon's memory down to the veriest
trifle.
He took his cloak from the natives
hand, and, throwing It on, stood tritilng
with its clasp to prolong the exquisite
fascination of the spell which had sud-
! denly fallen upon him and held him in
| its grasp.
| Was 1t the mystic secret Of love
which was coming to him there on the
| silvery wings of the tropic night.
| He stopped at last and gathered the
trembling girl in a lingering embrace.
What message shall l take to the
| father, little one?"
THAT I love you" she answered SIM
ply, "and that only live for you both
to come back to me-"
He sealed the confession with pas
sionate kiss, and tore himself away, to
spring lightly to the saddle.
For an instant he paused on his
prancing steed with barred head. his
brown eyes bent upon her. and smile
on his moustached lips.
IT'LL we meet again." He spoke
softly then, as, kissing his hand to her,
he resumed his helmet and galloped
away into the moonlit night.
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