The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1901-06-06

He hesltated for moment, then
faced her resolutely.
Il find l shall have to go back to
India" he said, between his teeth.
There are a lot of important things
to be seen to, and-well, have decided
to leave next week!" he finished,
abruptly.
He saw her face clsud with disap-
pointment.
II had been hoping SOL" she be-
gan, then she broke off with cry of
surprise. "Why, here's Cyril" she
said
She rose from her seat and ran
along the path to meet him. Dalyell
saw her link her arm affectionately
within his, and together them came
toward him.
Hello, Dick, old chap!" he cried,
boyishly. 81 got through with the job
earlier than I expected, and so ran
down tonight. Has Madge been look
ing after you well?" he added, with
smile at the girl on his arm.
''She has been very kind!" answered
Dalyell, quietly.
The younger man shot keen glance
at him.
"Oh, Cyril, what do you think?'
cried Madge. "He says he must go
back to India next week-not stop
for our marriage!'
''Why, what's this, Dick?" he asked.
There was curious light in the
younger Dalyell's eyes as he glanced
across at his brother.
Dalyen pulled cigar out of his
pocket.
'I'll tell you about it LATER" he
said.
He left them and made his way out
of the grounds and down to the beach.
For full hour he strobe up and down,
deep in thought. He had done right.
1t was better to leave England for
good. Perhaps he had been unjust to
Cyril. If he loved Madge, perhaps he
would do his best to make her happy.
At any rate, he, Dick Dalyell, would
do his best. He would double Cyril's
allowance.
At length he made his way back to
the hotel. Presently he found him
self again on the cliff, this time alone
with Cyril.
The two paced the path in silence
for a few moments. Cyril, who was
smoking, now and again shot glance
at his brother from under his eye
lids.
"Why are you going back to India?'
he asked, suddenly.
Dalyell looked out to sea.
"Oh, there are a lot of things I
must attend to-" he said, rather
lamely.
"1t's lie!" said Cyril, very quietly.
Dick Dalyell swung round on him
in astonishment. "What do you
mean?" he asked, sharply.
"Simply this" his brother answered,
calmly. "That you are going back to
India because you have fallen desper-
ately in love with Madge!" Then his
tone changed. did you think you
could deceive me?" he cried, triumph
antly. "I've seen it in every look
you've given her-every word you've
spoken. You're going back because
you're afraid of yourself-it's right,
isn't it?" He caught his brothers
arm and peered into his face. "Quite
right. eh?''
Dick Dalyell shcok himself free of
the grasp; there was 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 a
week l shall be on my way back to In
dia."
The younger man was looking
searchingly at him.
"You need not-unless you particu-
larly want to-" he said, in meaning
tone
What" cried Die Z, looking at him
quickly.
A look of infinite cunning crept over
Cyril's face.
81 mean that if you'll agree to my
terms, I'll retire, and leave the field
clear for you," he said.
Dalyell looked at him stonily. His
brother took it for encouragement.
"It was her face-her simplicity. that
took my fancy" he went on, frankly.
"But I'm tired of her-I could never
have really loved her. Now, there Is
another-the woman whose portrait
l have been painting. She is rich, in
love with me, ready to marry me and
go abroad" He approached nearer
to his brother. "Aake it e5,ooo," he
said.