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ready given him up, she SAID to rom,
meekly, In small voice. II knew 1t
was to come, and perhaps this way is
better than that-I thought 1t would be
far away from me. Now can be with
him. and perhaps / shall have him
little longer, for lie was TO have gone
away before noon"
The morning sun rose upon fair
world, gay with bird gatherings from
the big trees of the Carewe place, and
pleasant with the odors of Miss Bettys
garden, and 'crailcy, lying upon the
bed Of the man who had shot him,
hearkened and smiled goodbye to tho
summer he loved; and, when the day
broke asked that the bed be moved
SO that he might lie close by the win
dow 1t was Tom who had borne him
to that room. II have carried him
before this" he saiI waving the
others aside.
Not long after sunrise, when tho
bed had been moved near the window,
Crailey begged Fanchon to bring him
n miniature OF his mother which .sha
had given her, and urged her to go for
H. herself; he wanted no hands but
hers TO touch IT. he said. And when
she had gone he asked TO be left alone
with Tom.
Give me your hand, Tom" he said.
family. I'D like to keep hold OF 1t a
! minute or so. ] couldn't have said
that yesterday, could I, without caus-
| ing us both, horrible embarrassment
| But l fancy can now, because I'm
| done for. That's too bad isn't It? I'm
| very young after all DO you remeIn-
Der what poor Andre Chenier said as
he went UP to be guillotined? There
| were things In this head OF mine!
| But want to tell you what's the mat
| ter with me. 1t was just my being
bad sort of poet suppose that I've
J never loved any one; yet I've cared
more deeply than other men for every
| lovely thing ever saw, and there's
| so little that hasn't oveliness In it
/ Id be ashamed not TO have cared for
| the beauty in all the women I've made
1 love to-but about this one-the most
| beautiful OF ALL
she Will understand! said Tom,
] quickly
(, t"shelwill-- yes-she's wise and good. II
Fancllon knew. there wouldn't be even
memory left TO lieraand don't ha ,hns
| I've done favor for Miss Betty In get
1 ting myself shot: Carcwc Will never como
back Tom was eyer a, mans ma knqgsry SO
| ton as mine? And for what gain? Just
! the excitement OF the comedy from day
to dny,-for she was sure to desp pl5e me- ,S
hear her voice say another kindly thing to
/ me-and the everlasting. perhap s in every
/ Of ali the world, All. well! Tell me-
/ want to hear it from yon-how many
| hours does the doctor say2"
! "Hours, CraicN?" Toms hand twitch.
! ed pitifully In the others feeble grasp.
/ II know It's only few.
i They're all fools, doctors! exclaimed
/ yanrevel. ficrcely.
be done You all see It. and you want
me to 20 easily--or you wouIdh iet
me have my own way 80 much! 1t fright
ems me. l own up, to think that SO soon
I'll be wiser than tho wisest In the World.
J Yet I always wanted to know. I've
1 sought and I've sought--but now to go
out along on the scarch-it must be mo
search. for the Holy Grail,
= Please don't talk begged Tom; IN q
broken whisper. For mercy's @ake, iad.
a 1t wears on you so.
i + could die peacefully without taking
great deal? There's one thing want.
4 Tom l want to see all OF them once
more. asIfthe old friends that are GONG
down the river at noon. What harn
could It do? | want them to come o!
here on their way TO the boat with tho
band and the new flag: But ! want
the band to play cheerfully! ASK en- 10
3 play .Rosin the Bow will youf I've
never believed In mournfulness. and Il, =
don't want to see any OF IT now. It's
II the rankest impiety of all. And when
: want to sec them as they'll be wnen
they come marching home-they must
'V h. don't lad. DON'T" Tom flung ons
orm a bout the others shoulder ana Graf
lev was silent. but rested his hand gent
!, " on his friends head. In that atti-
ttiide Fanchon found them when shs
came.