The Minneapolis journal., 1902-08-25

She laughed suddenly-ringingly. "Of
course they are! How should I know?
Immensely humorous And the good
creature knows nothing beyond smuggling
and the custom house and chalk marks ?
Why even I-ha. ha, ha!-even L-shculd
have known better than that. What a
little fool your enterprising idiot must
be!-with his work baskets and currant
jolly and his trying to make Herald a
daily!-It will be ludicrous failure of
course. No doubt he thought he was be-
ing quite wise, and was pleased over his
tariff editorials-his funny, funny edi-
torials-his best-to please YOU! Ha, he,
ha! How immensely funny" ''.,
do you know him? p he asked abruptly.
II have not the honor of the gentle
mans acquaintance. Ah." she rejolned
bitterly. II see what you mean; 1t Is the
old accusation, Is 1T? am a woman, and
sound the personal note I could not
resent a cruelty for the sake of man I do
not know. But let 1t 60 MY resentment
Is personal, after all. since 1t is against a
man I do know-you!'
He leaned toward her because he could
not help 1t. I'D rather have resentment
from you than nothing"
Then will give you nothing" she
answered quickly.
You f1out me!' he cried. THAT Is
better than resentment"
II hate you most I think" she said
with tre:nulousness he did not per-
ceive, when you say you do not care to
go back to Plattvile."
Did I say it?''
1T Is IN every word, and 1t Is true;
you don't care to go back there"
Yes, 1t is true; I don't"
"You want to leave the place where you
do good; to leave those people who love
you, who were ready to die to avenge
your hurt!' she exclaimed vehemently.
"Oh, say that is shameful!'
Yes, know" he returned gravely. Il
am ashamed"
Don't say that!' she cried. Don't
say you are ashamed of 1t. Do you sup
pose do not understand the dreariness
it has been for you? Don't you know that
see It Is a horror to you, that 1t brings
back your struggle with those beasts IN
the dark, and revivif1es all your sueffring,
merely to think Of it?" Her turns and
sudden contradictions left him tangled In
a maze; he could not follow, but must sit
helpless to keep pace with her, while the
sheer happiness Of being with her tingled
through his veins. She rose and took a
step aside, then spoke again: "Well. since
you want to leave Carlow, you shall; since
you do not wish to return, you need not,
Are you laughing at me?' She leaned to-
ward him, and looked at him steadily
with her face close to his. He was not
laughing; his eyes shone with q deep
f1re; in that nearness he hardly compre-
hended what she said. THANK you for
not laughing" she whispered. and leaned
back from him. Il suppose you think my
promises are quite wild, and they are.
do not know what I was talking about, OF
| what meant, any better than you do
You may understand some day. 1t Is al
| Il mean that 1t hurts one to hear, you
say you do not care for Carlow She
| turned away. Come
"Where?"
1T Is my turn to conclude the inter.
view. You remember, the last time II
was you Who She broke off, shudder
Ing, and covered her face with her hands
"Ah, that" she exclaimed. Il did no
| think-I did not mean to speak of tina
miserable, miserable night. And I to bt
harsh with you for not caring to go hacl
| to Carlow!'
Your harshness,'' he laughed. "A
watt Of elder. "%t'' - .. ~; y t4,;@.SE
1--WE must CO." she said. He did not
move, but sat staring at her like a, thirsty
man drinking. - '..'
With an impulsive and pretty gesture
she reached out her hand to him. Her
| little white glove trembled In the night
| before his eyes, and his heart leaped tc
meet its sudden sweet generosity; his thir
fingers closed over it as he rose, and ther
that hand he had likened to q white but
| terfiy lay warm and white and quiet In his
own. And as they had SO often stood
together in their short day and their tive
| nights Of the moon, so now again they
stood with serenading silence between
them. A plaintive. waltz-refrain from
| the house ran through the blue woof o.
starlit air as q sad-colored thread through
the tapestry Of night; they heard the
mellow Groom Of the cello and the silver
plants Of violins: the Ginning harp. an6
| the triangle bells, all woven into a minor
strain Of dancing music that beat gently
upon their ears with such suggestion O.
the past, that, as by some witchcraft o
hearing. they listened to music made fo
lovers dancing, and lovers listening, {
hundred years ago. ':'' .. ','
Il care for only one thing in thi
| world" he said, tremulously. 'Have