Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-18

ra tons deep in the mire and slime or lower
conditions, and now craving blindly but the
sunlight of the day, she would have sought
the deadly caresS of life even though at
that moment it had sealed her doom Fool
ish or wise she was she was; since, I'M
der our frail society, life is as it is.
Onl3 at night, on those nights when she
was sleepess on her own couch beneath the
roof of Catharine Knollys. did Mary Con-
nynge allow herself to think. Tell then.
ye who may, whether or not she was
mere survival of some forgotten day of the
forest and the glade, as she lay with her
hands clasped in brief moments of emo
ton. Surely she hoped, as all women hope
who love, that this might endure for her
the thought that inevitably it all must end.
and soon. Then her hand clenched. her
eyes grew dry and brilliant. She said to
herself: There is no hope. He cannot be
saved! For this short period of his life he
shall be mine, all mine! He shall not be
set free He shall not go away. to belong
at any time in any part to any other wo-
man! Though he die. yet shall he love me
to the end; me, Mary CoLnynge, and no
other woman
Now, under this same roof of Knollys.
separated by but a few yards Of space.
there lay another woman, thinking also OF
this convict behind the prison bars. But
this was a woman of another and a nobler
mold Into the heart Of Catharine knollys
there came no mere mad selfishness OF de-
sire, yearn though she did in every fiber
of her being since that first time she felt
the mastering kiss of love. There was born
in her soul emotion of higher sort. The
Lady Catharine KnollyS prayed, and her
prayer was not that her lover should die.
but that he might live; that he might be
free.
Nor was this hope left to whittier unnour-
ished in the mind of the high-bred and
courageous English girl. Alone. with no
confidant to counsel her. with woman
friend to aid her, the Lady Catharine Knoll
lys backed her own hopes and wishes with
resource and energy. There came time.
perilously late. when faint rose showed
once more in her cheek, long so worn, q
family brighter light glowed in her deep
eye.
When Sir Arthur Pembroke received q
message from the Lady Catharine Knolly1
advising him that the latter would receive
him at her home. it was left for the i'm
pulses the hopes, the imaginings of that
modest young nobleman to establish a rea-
son for the message. .Puzzlfng all along his
rapid way in answer to the summons, Sir
Arthur found the answer which best suited
his hopes in the faint flush. the frightened
eye Of the young woman who received him.
Lady Catharne.'' be began. impetuously,
II have come, and let me hope that us az
last to have my answer. l have waited
each moment has been a year that have
spent away from you.
Now. that is very pretty said"
but 1 am serious.
And that Is why do net like you"
But, Lady Catharine!
81 should like 1t better did you but con-
tipue as in the past. We have met on the
Row. at the routs and drums. In the coun-
try. and always / have felt free to ask any
favor of Sir Arthur Pembroke. Why could
it not be always thus?"
You might ask my very life, Lady Cath
arine'
fTo be continued NondayJ