The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-10-25

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for a challenge. He caught her arm. and
placed her not unkindly upon the chair.
by heaven, I half believe what you say
Is true!" said he. as though to himself.
yet you just said twas FALSE" said
the girl. her eyes flashing.
II meant that what you ada is fEus,H and
hence the first also must be believed. Then
you saw my messenger"
II did, since it SO fell out"
But you did not read tha real EmesaAEe.
7 asked no aid Of any one for my esc4pe.
I but asked her to come. In sheer truth.
I wished but to see her."
"And by what right could you ezpSct
that?"
Il asked her as my afIaAnced swrife,'. Se-
piled John Law.
Mary Connynge stood ain Inch tHlIer, IA
she sprang to her feet In sudden scorn
and bitterness.
"Your afflanced wafep' cried she.
'What So soon! Oh, rare indeed must
be my opinion Of this Lady Catharinal"
TT was never my way to WaSte time on
a Journey" said John Law, rooiiy.
Your wife, your aff1ancsd wife4
"As I said" .-
EYES," cried Mary Cennyrlge. bitterly,
and again, unconsciously and In sheer an
ger, falling upon that course which hest
affianced wife is 1t would forsake her lover
at the first breath Of trouble? Ny Godi stis
then, it seems to me, q woman tWould
most swiftly fly to the man she loved.
John Law turned slowly toward her, his
eyes scanning her closely from top to toe,
noting tho heaving OF her bosom, the
sparkling of her gold-eoloaed eye, now
darkened and half ready to dissolve in
tears. He stood as though he were q
judge, weighing the evidence before him,
calmly dispassionately. .. 8.
would you do so 1lanch as that, Mary
Connynge?" asked John Law.
II, sir?' she replied. 'ssThen why am ]
here tonight myself? But, Gad pity me,
what have I said? There is nothing but
misfortune in all my Hfel"
1t was one rebellious, unsubdued nature
speaking to another. and OF the two each
was now having its own sharp suffering.
The instant of doubt is the time OF danger.
Then comes revulsion, bitterness, despair,
folly. John Law trod 9aestep nearer.
"By God! madam" cried he, 81 would ]
might believe you. IHwou1d I might be-
lieve that you, that any woman. would
come to me at such tirne! But tell me
and bethink me my message was not ad-
dressed, was even unsigned --Waorn then
may I trust? If this woman eeoFns my
call at such a time. tell me, whom shall
UO1O AdlLAlA w AAO4IWJN1SA CO111S w 11KS
at any time. in any Case, In my trouble!
Suppose my message were to you?"
Mary Connynge stirred softly under her
deep cloak. Her head was lifted sllghtly,
the curve Of cheek and chin showing In
the light that fell from the little lamp.
The masses Of her dark hair lay piled
about her face. tumbled by the sweeping
of her hood. Her eyes showed tremu-
lousy soft and deep now as he looked into
them. Her little hands half twttched a
trifle from her lap and reached forward
and upward. Primitive she might have
been wicked she was, asinfully sweet; and
yet she was woman. it was with the
voice Of tears that she spoke, IL one might
claim vocalization for her speech.
'IIave T not Gomez" whispered she.
by Godl Mary Connynge. yes, you have
GOMEZ" cried Law. And though there was
heartbreak In his voice, It sounded sweet
to the ear of her who heard 1t, and who
now reached up her arms about his neck.
"Ah. John Law" said Mary Connyage,
when woman loves-when woman
loves she stops at nothins!''