Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1901-09-13

passlonately to withdraw her hands
Yes. you did" exclaimed Dan.,
excitedly; Il know it now. It was ~,
fancy-how could ever think il na ~.
1T was reality. Oh, Mildred. vn !,
kissed me-" 'ou
How dare your" cried Miss Trev.n
ion, bursting into tears. "You know,
did not; it is untrue-a fevered draar,sa
anything but the truth"
do you say that?" he said releoe
ing her. "Of course, then, it was maro
Imagination. Forgive me; should ~.
have said it, but the remembrance !,
it haunts me night and day TIT.
room, too, fosters all memories. Hara
for the first time told you how loved
you; and here, too, you refused mo
letting me see how wild and unfoundes
had been my hope that you also loved
me in return. Do you remembers
eyes, yes, I remember" Mildrad
answered, family, turning her face
away.
'"Over there "-pointing to a distant
couch-swe met again, after weeks ~
separation and oblivion-since you saw
that past thought of mine was but
dream-and felt when you enteres
the room how undying a thing is love
You see this place is fraught with main
to me, and yet like it.. like to sill
here and think, and picture to myself
those old Scenes again, only giving
them kindlier ending
do you still care to recall them >.
she asked in low, broken voice.
II shall always care to recall any,
thing connected with you,'' he answer.
ed, simply; then-"Did ever thank
you, Mildred, for coming to my assist.
ance on that last hunting day? think
not. l have no recollection of all that
occurred, but they told me how good
to me you were"
| ''It was the very commonest human.
ity," she said.
| 'eOf course that was all. You wodA
have done the same for anyone.
| know that. Still am grateful to you
Then suddenly, "Why did you break
off with Lyndon?"
"You have asked me that question
before" she said.
Il know have, and know also how
rude question it is to ask; and still I:
cannot help wishing to learn the an
swer. Will you tell me?"
| She hesitated and then said, slowly:
He discovered, or fancied, that
did not care sufficiently for him; and
ne was too honorable to marry a wom-
an who did not accept him willingly
of her own accord"
| sSYVh an did h lyo that
! I'VE ended our enga cement tie epsn-
ing OF your accident, = she answered,
evasively. and with evident reluctance.
Mildred, if l thought" he began,
! passionately, trying to read her face,
IF I dared to believe what your words
appear to imply might be mad
enough again to say to you words that
have ever fallen coldly on your ear.
would again confess how fondly love
you-how faithfully during all these
wretched months I have chung to the
sweet memories Of you that ever 1inger
in my heart
She shrunk away little and covered
her face with her hands.
do you still turn from me, Mildredo
Am distressing you? Darling, will
say no more. 1t is indeed for the last
time in all my life that have now
spoken. Forgive me. Mildred; I am
less than man to pain you in this.
way; but, oh, my dearest, do not
shrink from me, whatever you do; dos
not let me think 1 have taught you to-
hate me by my persistence. See, l am
going, and for the future do not be-
afraid that I shall ever again allude to
this subject" He drew near her and
gently kissed her hair. tGood-by," he
said, once more, and then, slowly al
most feebly, walked down the room
toward the door.
Miss Trevanion stood gazing after
him, her blue eyes large and bright
with fear; she had an intense longing
to say she knew not what. Oh, for
words to express all that was in her
heart!
Her hands were closely clasped to-
gether; her lips, pale and still, refused
to move. 1t was the last time-he had
said so; if she let him go now it was
parting that must be forever; and
yet she could not, speak. Her love, her
life was going, and she could not utter
the word that would recall him. As
ready he had turned the handle of the
door; the last moment had indeed come
would he not turn?
s'DenziI!" she cried, desperately,
breaking down by one passionate effort
the barrier that had stood so long be-
tween them, and held out her hands to
him.
My Lowell" he said, turning. And
then in another moment she was in his
arms and all the world was forgotten.
(The End.)
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