The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-05-08

I'M 1hoC 40 VIC SiNt GLE anu llIlC
at home" She stopped.
Il was only joking" Don i%nterrupte'
her calmly. But this reminds me
love. | shall have to get your father
consent, l suppose, before | can ask 20,
to name the happy day? For yol
know of old I'm not a patient fellow
Lille. | like things to be assured an(
smooth-sailing. l stick to the fine ole
maxim: If 'tWere well 'twere done
then 'twere well it were done
quickly"
She looked up in her tall lovers face
with a %piquant, dubious smile.
THAT sounds almost like getting
over a disagreeable duty" she objected
And | am sure my father won't want
me to run away from him just yet-not
TILL this disturbance on the frontier
is over, and he is ready % take me
home"
For to the heart of a Briton, In
whatever foreign cline, the sacred
name of Home" belongs to the be-
loved British Isles alone.
For answer Don drew her once more
within his arms.
Il can't wait for that, Lille" And
II his mastery arose more from the
dogmatic will of the man than the i'm
p~etuosity of the lover, there was no
doubt about his e~arnestness. IF you
ever go back home, it must be as my
wife; but, Lille, | wont promise you
| would take you. | could not bear
it. for | am a homeless ~wanderer now"
The culver in his voice moved her
profoundly.
We will make a fresh home. Don,
you and l, wherever you like in the
whole world" she said.
Even Don, self-absorbed as was his
nature, was touched by her devotion.
You are very generous, my darling,
n l am going to take you at your
word by asking you father to give
you to me before the summer. I hone
to see him in a very short time, for I
just had orders to take a relief
draft of our Derbys out to join his
tomorrow"
~ '"iH0 pale as Her cllnS1ng
gown.
Tomorrow? Oh, Don, why didn't
you tell me before you were going to
m Tomorrow"
Because i'll news is told all too
he answered gently. But
up, child, l don't expect to be
more than three or tour weeks
it the most"
But she chung to him, with the tears
winning in her beautiful blue eyes.
Oh, Don, my dearest, I shall be
reading all sorts of things happening
0 you on the way! l used to feel so
frightened when my father went out
.rst; but now | know he is safely in
amp 1t is different. Oh, Dom" she
roke off, "if you never come back to
he 1T would break my hearth"
My darling" he treasured her. "the
have surrendered, and the war
practically over. There's really
othing to be nervous about"
You must think of me killing time
bunting the hours which will bring
lie back to the dear little woman who
going to open a paradise for the
DOR outcast wanderer."
She put up her little hand to his
ps.
Don't call yourself that, Don. AS we
ope to be forgiven, forgive and for
the wrong your mother did YOU
hen she brought you up as Gadie's
Remember it was all for love
you she sinned."
What then, sweet pleader, would
have it that love condones a sin ?"
, queried, capturing the hand and
it with kisses.
God Forbid" she answered earnest
+; but surely, because of that love.
rgiveness should be easier?"
All! how both were to remember that
'nversation in a bitter day to come!
All too soon came the final moment
r last caresses and parting words, ,
r presently the e d-turbaned native
lnounced that Gordon sahib's horse
as at the gate as ordered, and his
also, as dew was falling" F,
Lille picked up a silk coverlet from +.
e divan, and throwing it over her
oulders, accompanied her lover to :
e veranda. I
The had risen. and In its clear .
sht her lovely face, with its aureole
golden hair. shone radiant with its
We. but q%uivering with the pain which :
is moment OF farewell brought.
The red 6reflies were flashing. the !
OF rose and pink oleander l
from the garden on the hot air. :
the far-stretching terrace OF the |
Ingalow a great adjutant bird. with !
head nesting under it's wing, was !
houetted against the silvery expanse q
sky. G
From the prickly-pear hedge Of the {
mpound rose anon the melancholy
vi OF a jackal.
unconsciously, scene and hour
ere to be fixed i~rrevocably upon Don '
memory down to the veriest p
.1e. s
took his cloak from the natives 2
nd, and, throwing it on, stood trining p
tn Its clasp to prolong the exquisite Il
scinatfon Of the spell which had sud-
fallen upop him op1 bold h;~u a.,