The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-03-06

He worked like Trojan, Tor ths |
cries that came from the lips of fright |
ened women gave him the impression |
that the catastrophe might be even
more serious than as yet appeared.
Among the women was one who
seemed more deeply interested in
watching the quick, nervous actions OF
young Merrick than In lamenting the
loss of her fnery. as some Of the other
damsels were doing.
This self-possessed young person
was petite in figure, and wholly angel
ic in appearance-in fact, she was no
other than the girl from the Trans
vaal the owner of unnumbered dia-
mond mines, Little Miss Millions.
or course Merrick was doing his best
to make the ladies comfortable.
lie invaded a carriage, secured all
he could and having lugged it to the
fire, demanded an owner, who eagerly
put in a claim.
All was proceeding well when for
the first time he set eyes upon the face
of Constance Dare.
AS before. when he had seen her in
the Parisiain carriage, her appearance
gave him a shock. for he stood quite
STILL holding his breath. and passing
one hand over his forehead as though
in doubt whether he were really awake
or dreaming.
Then he was thrilled by the con-
seriousness that her eyes searching
about hither and yon for something.
had become fastened on him.
She raised her hand as If involun-
tarily-she beckoned eagerly that he
| approach, and as one in a dream Mark
Merrick walked on to his fate-he
could not have had the power to re-
fuse even though sure destruction lay
under his feet. For Love Is mightier
than cold Reason. and there was that
in his past to warrant blind obedience
when that little hand bade him no
longer hold back.
Once he started Merrick's reluctance
vanished. and the blank look of
amazement upon his face also gave
way to eagerness.
And so he came to where she stood.
this girl, who had once before been
such q factor in the molding Of his
life.
Constance had extended little hand
he did not see 1t, so eagerly were his
eyes drinking in every well remember
ed lineament of her features, with the
hooking memories they stirred into
life dancing before him.
she smiled now, smiled with pleas
ure, and the rosy flush had crept down
to her very neck.
"Mark-Mr. Merrick-how strange
that we should meet again and under
such stormy conditions. 1t seems
fated that we can only come together
under the shadow of danger"
Mark found his voice-and he,
hand.
Dear Heaven but am glad to SCI
you, Constance. You come to me a!
one from the dead. / have mournet
you as gone from this world, ant
even now l have hard work to believe
my Senses" he said, pressing her hant
in both his own.
"You are little glad them" sh'
asked.
"Glad-I am-well, never mind wha
my condition of mind is. You car
surely Judge of it by the look In m!
eyes. God be praised for sparing you
1t is wonderful, marvellous even.
cannot dream how it could have hap
pened."
This is neither the time nor plac,
for an explanation, nor am who'll!
sure in my mind that you will car
very much to hear what wonderful
things have happened to me since tina
day." she said.
Merrick was quick to reaffirm hi
eager desire to hear her story.
, "Only when you are ready, Con
} stance AS you say, the time ant
place are neither Of them propitious
Just now l am only too glad to know
you are alive and well, and still Con
: stance Dare"
There was a significance in thes
last words that did not fail to catcl
her attention.
, What did he mean?
Had he believed she preferred som
other 10 himself and that whethe
living or dead she was lost to him?
Ito be continued)