Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1901-01-31
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cliff, this time alone with Cyril.
The two paced the path in silence
tor a few moments. Cyril, who was
smoking, now and then shot glance
at his brother from under his eyelids.
"Why are you going back to India?"
he asked suddenly.
Dalyell looked out to sea.
"Ol, there are lot of things must
attend to- he said, rather lamely.
TITS lie!" said Cyril, very quietly.
Dick Dalyell swung round on him in
astonishment.
Simply this" his brother an
swered, calmly. "That you are going
back TO India because you have fallen
desperately in love with Madge!"
Then his tone changed. did you
think you could deceive me?" he cried,
triumphantly. 1--WE seen it in every
look you've given her-every word
you've spoken. You're going back be-
cause you're afraid of yourself-it's
right, isn't it?" He caught his brother
by the arm and peered into his face.
quite right, eh?"
Dick Dalyell shook himself free of
the grasp; there was a CLEAN in his
eye.
Eyes, it's right" he cried, passion
ately. 81 love her-love her as
thought no woman could be loved!"
His voice dropped, and he continued:
But there is no harm done. She does
not know-will never know-and in
week l shall be on my way back to
India"
The younger man was looking
searchinsly at him.
you need not-unless you particu-
larly want to- he said, in a meaning
tone.
Dick Dalyell looked at him quickly.
What" he cried.
a look of infinite cunning crept over
Cyrils face.
81 mean that If you'll agree to my
terms, III retire, and leave the field
clear for you" he said.
Dalyell stared at him stonily. His
brother took it for encouragement.
ut was her face-her simplicity,
that took my fancy" he went on
frankly. But l am tired of her-I
could never have really loved her.
Now, there is another-the woman
whose portrait I have been painting.
She is rich, in love with me, ready to
marry me and go abroad" He ap-
preached nearer to his brother.
Make it five thousand pounds" he
said.
Dalyell clenched his hands.
my God-you blackguard." he said
hoarsely.
Young Cyril Dalyell smiled.
YES" he admitted impudently.
And utterly undeserving Of Madge
Escott. You are the reverse-so, why
not accept my offer, and remain on
here. Give her a few months, and you
will succeed"
The veins stood out on Dalyell's
forehead. He recalled the girls face.
How it had lighted up-and at the
prospect Of becoming this scoundrers
wife!
"You love her." went on the younger
man calmly.
A feeling of mad passion suddenly
overcame Dick Dalyell. With a sud-
den movement he stepped forward and
caught his brother by the throat.
You think l would do this thing"
They were standing at the corner
of the path, in front of some bushes.
There was quick rustling noise. and
the next moment some one laid hand
on Dick Dalyelis arm. He gave one
glance, then, suddenly let go his grip.
Before them stood Madge Escott,
white to the lips, her eyes wet with
tears.
Il vas coming to call you in," she
said tremblingly. II had nearly
reached you when some words caught
my ears. l had to listen-I have heard
all"
1t was inevitable they should meet
again, and it happened at Nice about
a year later. 1t seemed strange at first
that they should be together. but
gradually it grew to be more natural.
Then, at length, one morning. he told
her OF what was in his heart. and
waited for her answer. He saw the
slightest Of tlushes spread over her
cheeks. and after moment she lifted
her head and smiled back into his
eyes.-Gilbert Dayle, In NJ. A. P.