The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-03-20

Forgive me, Hazel
You have been disappointed?'' she
asked, without looking up from the
motionless water of the pool
ct have been disappointed" he re-
piled.
The woman dug her heel in the soft
earth, faint flush spread slowly over
her face and her lips parted. once or
twice, before she spoke Finally she
said:
And you do not believe I love you?"
Il do not believe you love me-" the
man repeated. .tAt least, I do not be-
Heve you love me as you once did
For an instant the woman raised
her eyes to those of the man. There
were the twin glimmers of defiance
and denial in them. But the man.
blind with passion. saw only the
CLEAN of defiance Then her eyes wan
dered to the valley outspread, like
manned silent, conscious that the man
broke the stiffness.
Hazel he asked, very softly. do
you-Iove me as you did ??
Her eyes flashed dark1y into his
There is a doubt in your mind that
no simple words of mine can ever re-
move she replied You have pre-
sumed to pass judgment upon me be-
fore I have been given even the for
malfty of trial, and now you ask.
you expect me to plead guilty to the
indictmentr''
<tAnd you@''
Refuse to give you an answer
prefer to adopt the policy most wisely
followed by the accused the world over
silence"
Then he said, warmly, since you
do not deny the accusation it must be
true
The woman raised her eyebrows
slightly and made a sudden swinging
upward, as much as to say, LAS you
please, sir But she did not speak.
Her continued silence irritated the
man as no words could have done. He
bit his lip and his face grew red and
white by turns Her head was bowed
slightly, so that the sunlight, g1isten-
ing on her hair. gave it the appearance
of a crown of FURNISHED copper. The
beauty of 1t dazz1ed him, and, with
anger and pain throbbing in his heart,
he turned away, filed the bucket at
the spring. and started slowly down
the path leaving her sitting silently
under the trees, gazing after him, her
face flushing and her eyes flashing.
When he reached the bottom of the
hill, the man placed the pail OF water
on a bench beside the door of her
to the road beyond And then. with
a savage swing, he started toward the
town. two miles away
Not once did he glance back But
had he done SO, he would have seen
the woman running as fast as possible
down the winding, fern-choked path
| her hands outstretched toward him. a
CLEAN Of sorrow and remorse upon her
face, the light of affection in her eyes
| and a name-his name-upon her lips
| But. never pausing, never once
/ sIackening his pace, he pushed onward
| the sting of Efe's bitterest sorrow II
his heart
/ At bend in the road, where a white
/ cottage stood between two giant pop
lars, little girl sat upon a fence pos
+ reading from a gorgeousIy co1ored
| book. And as the man walked past
/ he heard the childish treble falterins
/ ever the words
/ Jack and Jill went up the hill
To- fetch a pail Of water
And Jill came tumb1ing after,
And Jill came tunbling after the
child repeated; and Jill came tum-
bling after
Suddenly the man paused and. turn
ing, looked bacE-far up the road tS
/ where 3 house nestled at the base of
hill
Yes he said to himself. Jack DID