Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-11-28

darted toward it on the instant and re-
coiled from the terrible figure of the little
woman barring him with outstretched
arms If he had suffered within, she had
suffered without the room. Such a look
of mortal agony and anguish he had never
seen on any human face. She tremoled
violently before him. Yet she was reso-
lutte not to give way, determined to keep
the door. Clustered at her back were the
three trembling negroes armed one with a
knife. another with a pistol, another with
a stout club. He would have swept them
out of his path in an instant had 1t not
been for the girl. She stood before him
with outstretched arms, her attitude a
mixture of defiance and appeal.
at is too late she said, you were to 60
at I. 1t is past that now. Saved, saved!'
He could do her no violence, that was
certain He stood silent before her, MS
head bent toward the floor, thinking deep
w. Her heart went out to him then, her
soul yearned to him. She had nurt hlm'
he must hate her-and she loved him.
will YOU not come in and speak to me
for a moment?" he asked her quickly
enough at last.
She signed to the men, stepped forward,
the door was closed, and locked pehlnd
her and they were alone.
Did you think to be of service TO me-
he burst out as she drew near ana then
paused irresolute, miserable. You nave
ruined me for life / begged that detail.
volunteered. | must get Quit They may
wait for me. 1t may not be too late. FOR
Gods sake unlock that door,"
She shook her head, she could not trust
herself to speak.
Il don't understand you. II IL ls-IoFe-
for me-
She stared at him beseechingly, mute APP
peal for mercy, for help, in her lovely eyes
You are condemning me to death, worse
than death. l am going!
''You cannotr'
Sac came closer as she spoke. Suddenly
he seized her. drew her close to him, held
her with his left arm, and there was hap
piness for her in his touch. She was as
child before his strength With his gh;
hand he presented his pistol to her temple
He took advantage of her weakness, but
only in the service of a higher cause than
love of woman, in answer to greater de-
mand than even she could make. She Of
fered no resistance either. What was the
use?
Boys he called out, sharply. Are you
there?'
"Yas, subj" answered Cato.
II have your mistress in my arms, my
pistol is at her head. If you do not in
stantly open the door / shall kill her
where l stand!'
Cato, 1 forbid you to openr' cried Fanny
Glen in ringing voice, still making no
effort to struggle and looking up into the
Infatuated mans face with the express on
Of a martyr and an angel He saw and
recognized, but persisted. 1t was his only
way.
open instantly he said again, unless
you would see your mistress die!'
That was threat the men could not re-
sist. In a second the door was opened The
awestruck faces. of the blacks peered into
the room.
Throw down your arms, here at my feet,
you black hounds" shouted Sempland.
''Quickl Or fire!'
Instantly knife. pistol and bludgeon clat-
| tered on the floor at his feet.
"Out of the way now, Leave the hall.
l want a clear passage!
XIII me! Kill me!'' cried the girl land
have donen'
He released her In moment.
You have dishonored me-" he cried, Il
| fear it is too late. l wouldn't hurt a hair
| of your head. But love you, love your
passionate. burning kiss upon her lips. He
wasted a few precious seconds, but he
could not help it. She threw her arms
about his neck and returned his kiss He
| could feel her heart beating against his
own.
AZ can not let you go!" she cried. stay
| with me and am yours"
II must go!'
He tore himself from her and ran down
| the passage into the street. She thought
| she would have tainted at that instant, but
| something-suspense. the faint possibility
| of success, doubt-nerved her to action.
| After a few moments of awful uncertainty
she followed Sempland along the passage
| into the street. He was not to be seen.
She knew where he had gone, however. and