The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-05-25
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the girl, her eyes flashing.
Il meant that what you add is true.
and hence the first also must be BE-
lieved. Then you saw my message?"
Il did, since it SO fell OUT
But you did not read the real mes.
sage. l asked no aid of any one for
my escape. l but asked her to come.
In sheer truth, wished but to see
her."
And by what right could you ex-
pect that?"
Il asked her as my afianced wife"
replied John Law.
Mary Connynge stood an inch taller.
as she sprang to her feet in sudden
scorn and bitterness.
Your af1ianced wife!" cried she.
What! So soon! oh, rare indeed
must be my opinion of this Lady
Catharine!"
ut was never my way to waste time
on journey" said John Law, coolly.
"Your wife, your afianced wife?"
CAS- l said"
"Yes," cried Mary Connynge, Bit
terly, and again, unconsciously and in
sheer anger, falling upon that course
which best served her purpose. "And
what manner of affianced wife is it
would forsake her lover at the first
breath of trouble? My God! tits then.
it seems to me, woman would most
swiftly fly to the man she loved"
John Law turned slowly toward her
his eyes scanning her closely from top
to toe, noting the heaving of her
bosom, the sparkling of her gold-col-
ored eye, now darkened and half ready
to dissolve in tears. He stood as
though he were a judge, weighing the
evidence before him. calmly, dispas-
sionately.
would you do so much as that,
Mary Connynge?" asked John Law.
Il, sir?" she replied. "Then why am
I here tonight myself? But, God pity
me, what have said? There is moth
ing but misfortune in all my life!"
1t was one rebellious, unsubdued ma
ture speaking to another, and of the
two each was now having it's own sharp
suffering. The instant of doubt is the
time of danger. Then comes revulsion,
bitterness, despair, folly. John Law
trod step nearer.
"By God! madam" cried he, 81
would l might believe you. l would
might believe that you, that any
woman, would come to me at such
time! But tell me-and bethink me
my message was not addressed, was
even unsigned-whom then may
trust? If this woman scorns my call
at such time, tell me, whom shall
hold faithful? Who would come to me
at any time, in any case, in my trouble?
Suppose my message were to you?"
Mary Connynge stirred softly under
her deep cloak. Her head was lifted
slightly. the curve of cheek and chin
showing in the light that fell from the
little lamp. The masses OF her dark
hair lay piled about her face, tumbled
by the sweeping of her hood. Her
eyes showed TREMENDOUSLY soft and deep
now as he looked into them. Her lit
tie hands half twitched a trife from
her lap and reached forward and up
ward. Primitive she might have been,
"AShou BIC was, eAAAuAAy sWeet, anu
yet she was woman. 1t was with the
voice of tears that she spoke. If one
might claim vocalization for her
speech.
"Have l not Gomez" whispered she.
"By God! Mary Connynge, yes, you
have comet" cried Law. And though
there was heartbreak in his voice, 1t
sounded sweet to the ear of her who
heard it, and who now reached up her
arms about his neck.
"Ah, John Law" said Mary Con.
nynge, when woman loves-when
woman loves, she stops at nothing!"
ITO Be Continued
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