St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-02-04

BY this time Craig was standing be-
fore her, his face deathly pale. When
she came to the end of her words, he
said in a voice low, sweet and thrilling
with emotion:
"Ah, if you only knew! Do not make
me forget myself. You do not guess
what you are doing"
what am l doing? What is there to
know but that you tell me easily to
go"
She was struggling with the tears
she was too proud to let him see.
He put his hands resolutely behind
him, looking at her as if studying her
face for the first time. Under his
searching look she dropped her eyes,
and the warm color came slowly up in
to her neck and face Then, as if with
a sudden resolve, she lifted her eyes to
his and looked back at him unfinch
ingly.
He started, surprised, drew slowly
near, put his hands upon her shout
ders, surprise giving place to wild joy
She never moved her eyes. They drew
him toward her. He took her face be-
tween his hands, smiled into her eyes,
kissed her lips. She did not move,
He stood back from her, threw up his
In Cr1o oil no to1n m
him, put her head upon his breast and,
lifting up her face, said kiss me-"
He put his arms about her, bent down
and kissed her lips again and then rev.
erently her brow Then, putting her
back from him, but still holding both
her hands, he cried:
"No you shall not go! l shall never
let you go"'
She gave little sigh Of content and,
smiling at him, said:
81 can go now" But even as she
spoke the flush died from her face and
she shuddered.
"Never" he almost shouted moth
ing shall take you away. We shall
work here together"
"Ah, if we could, if we only couldw
she said piteously
"Why not?" he demanded fiercely
"You will send me away. You will
say it is right for me to CO." she re-
piled sadly.
"Do we not love each other? was
his impatient answer.
"Ah, yes, my love-" she said, "but,
love is not ALL"
mol" cried Craig. But love is the
best"
Eyes" she said sadly; Glove is the
best and it is for loves sake we will
do the best"
There is no better work than here
Surely this is best" And he pictured
his plans before her.
She listened eagerly.
ooh, if it should be right" she cried,
81 will do what you say! You are
good; you are wise. You shall tell
me-"
She could not have recalled him bet
ter. He stood silent some moments,
then burst out passionately:
why then, has love come to US?
We did not seek it. Surely love is of
God. Does God mock us?"
He threw himself into his chair,
pouring out his words of passionate
protestation. She listened, smiling
then came to him and, touching his
hair as a mother might her childs,
said:
"Oh, am very happy! l was afraid
you would not care, and could not
bear to go that way"
"You shall not go' he cried aloud, as
if in pain. Nothing can make that
right"
But she only said; "You shall tell me
tomorrow. You cannot see tonight,
but you will see, and you will tell me-"
He stood up and, holding both her
hands, looked long into her eyes, then
turned abruptly away and went out.
She stood where he left her for some
moments, her face radiant and her
hands pressed upon her heart. Then
she came toward my room. She found
me busy with my painting, but as
looked up and met her eyes she flush
ed slightly and said:
81 quite forgot YOU"
$50 it appeared to me-"
you heardW
And saw ! replied boldly. at
would have been rude to interrupt,
you see"
"Oh, am so glad and thankfulr
Yes; it was rather considerate of
me-"
"Oh, don't mean thatw the flush
deepening. 81 am glad you know"
81 have known some time"
How could you? | only knew today
myself"
81 have eyes"
She flushed again.
DO you mean that people, she be-
gan anxiously.
NO; | am not people, have eyes,
and my eyes have been opened"
Opened"
Eyes, by love-"
Then | told her openly how weeks
ago | struggled with my heart and
mastered 1t, for saw it was vain to
love her because she loved a better
man, who loved her in return. She
looked at me shyly and said:
81 am SorrvO