Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-12-17

Forgive me! You need not finish,
Lady Elizabeth he said with a sud-
den gravity. AS for me, must needs
trifie or die. Life in the freshness of
the morning. the white capped ocean
stretching before us in the sunlight,
the gentle breeze playing across our
faces, is sweet to think on. With youth
and rank and station II would be heav-
emily spent with you. Without you
welcome the death your guardian will
Undoubtedly infiict upon me"
yet you waited 30 Tonga year and
n half-why did you not come? u
She stopped. She had spoken in a
low, tender whisper, looking around at
the sea beneath them and plucking
nervOusly at the loose plaster of the
old walk Death so imminent for love
and lOver-nay, not for love: that were
Cternal-broke down petty convention.
Where were death and love there, too,
should truth and honesty be-and hon
or.
He laid his strong hand gently down
or the small white one outlined upon
the gray weather beaten rock OF the
rarapet With upturned palm she met
his grasp. Her eyes were lifted now.
she drew strength from his strength;
u dawning hope Pickering into being
IN her torn heart. He was so strong
and true he surely could do something
there must be some other way. II
was the tribute woman pays to man.
He read Alright, with eyes keen from
affection, the mute, piteous appeal in
her sweetly lifted face. but he could
only smile sadly in answer, with a ST.
lent shake of the head. There was no
ether way then. in the marked path
she must walk. Have mercy, Lord.
Was 1t long to you, dearest?" he
Cueried. his dark face adame. ITO
me--l have been fool. Nothing should
have kept me from you. To trust TO
messengers, letters--a foOl-too late!"
Silence! The hands unclasped; ties
were broken. Too lGte." lie turned
bitterly away.
Would that we had met in happier
days" she murmured sadly, making a
brave effort at self control.
mo reprOaChes, Lady Elizabeth" he
answered, the touch OF fOrmality in the
address showing his own equal strife
What must be must be, At least |
have met you before | die, and for a
year and a half have thought of you
and dreamed Of you and held you the
lady of my heart Fen death itself
cannot rob me Of that sweet joy-for 1t
is past"
They looked apart, and heard above
the voice Of the great deep, the I'M
iuthomable sound of the moaning surge
far beneath them, chatting against the
pebbles in the still morning, the wild
beating Of their hearts. After little
pause he continued more softly:
And you--you will forget the young
lrishman, the soldier OF fortune, whom
untoward tate threw across your path
way, and in your own English home
and in the love of your noble husband
may you be happy"
Nay, not So" she said softly, taking
his hand again, her eyes filling with
tears-this time she was the stronger
My heart Is not made OF such tickle
stun. shall do my duty, keep my
plighted word-eyen you would have
NE do no less than that-but not more
steadfastly than | shall keep you with
in my recollection. But do not talk Of
death; you must not. know the adj
miral-he has kindly heart"
u would not live" replied the young
man quietly; for life is death when
the heart Is dead"
Tell me-" asked the girl, nervously
breaking the almost insuppOrtable ST.
lence, were you there when my moth.
er's pictdre fell last night"
Yes, so near TO II that II almost fell
into my arms" he answered, smiling.
"A bad omen!" she murmured, shak.
ing her head.
What! That it should fall into my
arms?"
NO, that 1t should fall at all"
We'll, | do not believe in omens, and
lis In the arms of another that you
fall, at any rate. He gets the sub
stance, | the shadow, the ilusion--and
even that is broken"
And so even the shadow Is lost"
said Elizabeth.
Not yet, Open my heart, you will
find it there" he answered quickly.