Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-05-27
would not listen"

her breath was quick, her eyes like
mist and fire
do you love meW he breathed n
DO you love meF He caught her
close to him. The whole world turned
beneath her feet and the stars shook.
MY gold rose! Tell me! Is it so?'
She moved her head with n mingled
gesture of pride, of shame of yielding.
of assent Then with a little cry. fright
ened yet joyful, she felt his arms, mas
terful, draw her close to him and stood
trembling, joyous, O wave of love en-
quilting her.
answer me-" he said. "The night
we sat in the rustic house and the sun
was a big red flower closing. You re-
member what asked your
Eyes"
"If the man you loved-if I-should
come to be mean and unworthy before
the world'-
But you are not"
"If l wereP
my king!
IF you saw me sneered at, despised,
but still loving, still worshiping'-
81 would love you! I would love
!ouw
light came over his face, brilliant
and pale with the love that is the
all, that is greater than the world that
is above station, above honors above
manner That outlasts them all?"
Her arms went up about his neck,
and their lips met in a first long kiss.
"An,' she whispered. "Al! All. Lou
is! My beloved"
Ammo peered into the warm library of
GLADDEN. Hall. all aglow with her
strange new delight The fire was low
and doming embers made the dusk
rosy and uncertain. She smiled as she
saw the dim figure sitting with feet
outstretched, just the top of the DOW
Lered peruke showing over the back of
the big chair.
With her finger on her lips in that in
stinctive pantomime that belongs to
woman, she stole across the floor on
tiptoe and, swooping suddenly, clapped
her cold palms over the eyes of the soli-
tary occupant and laughed gayly as he
started and put warm hands to heT
chill ones.
81 have q secret to tell you," she
breathed with a 1uttering laugh, "and
you mustn't look at me when l say it.
! l wonder if any one in Virginia can be
as happy as l am. The Marquis de la
Trouerie-uncle, he has asked me to
wed HIM
She ended with a subdued scream
and, stumbling. went back few steps,
/ for the figure that had risen from the
chair was not Colonel Tillotson. Even
in the dim light as she retreated she
could see the glare of flaming malice
/ in his look and the sneer curling his
full lips.
Il tell you, Captain Jarrat." she said
in wave of fierce anger, Il hate YOU
/ hate your face and your crafty ways,
All" she ended, stamping her foot, mo
gentleman would have let me speak
would have listened"
Il am no marquis" Jarrat rejoined
with CHASTITY smile. II am only sorry
/ did not hear the end of that sweet
confidence. The fair Mistress Tillotson
answered that she would joy to wed
the noble gentleman, suppose"
AYE. and if she did,"
He laughed-a Earring, mirthless
laugh.
why, then, l, who have failed &c
win her with a simple soldiers name
should wish her Joy of the tinsel of hel
title
You mistake" she cried passionate
ly. AN you were the king himself
would not look ut you. The man love
would we'd the same were he pool
and nameless and of no report--aye,
laborer in the fields instead of the no
bleman he ISL
A voice in the hall struck across the
Quivering tones:
"Rashleigh. a bottle of my best ca
nary, and stir your bones about IT
Come in, come in. marquis. We shall
have a glass to this, l promise YOU
The door opened and Colonel Tillotsol
came forward, blinking in the blaze o
the branched candlestick he carried.
TO be continued)