The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-04-23
Our Daily Sport Story

loved was as far away from him and as hard to get, as a star in Heaven. Yet the desire to possess her was burn ing his very soul.
 Mrs. Marvin had come to St. Pierre to spend the summer, while her hus- band travelled abroad. Every one who met her, liked her; she was of sym pathetic and loveable nature. She was beautiful, her beauty being not only In face, but in her manners, her dotngs; she was woman of tact
 In a small place, such as St. Pierre. news travelled rapidly. and it was not loug before she heard of the talented young rector. She attended every serv- ice, contributed generously to the sup port of the parish. and when the rector called upon her, she evinced so strong an interest in his work, and was so sweet and womanly in her little atten- tions, that Carey came away charmed, wondering how Marvin, with so beauti- full a woman for a wife, could spend his time travelling around Europe, and alone.
 He could never forget the first time he had called on Virginia Marvin. He remembered her happy laughter. and was Fascinated with her beauty. her frank, ingenious manner. He found
 
 he had drifted too far. the coils were around him too tightly. Then. too. she made it free for him to come at any time. What man could help finding in- tense pleasure in such visits, after try ing days of work. To spend an hour or two with her and watch her as she made him fragrant cups of tea. His ar- tistic sense delighted to watch her rounded arms and white hands move anff al hn Irafx shyly claiming that the light spoiled the restfulness of the hour, would turn the gas low, and to make the charm more binding, played to him from Ru- benstein's Melody in F." or Schuberts "Serenade." The soft harmony seemed to soothe his tired brain.
 The inevitable end of such a compan- ionship had come. Now he went to see | her in the early evening, and while slt- ting in the twilight with her, she told him of her unhappy, lonely life. How | she, a mere girl had married for am- bition. and had found out too late the | bitterness of being an unloved wife There was a pathetic sob in her voice l as she finished.
 He forgot the cloth he wore; forgot | his church, his God and took her in his arms, and as he covered heS Sweet up- turned face with kisses, all the pent- l up passion or ms NlBoTOus young Hldu- l hood broke forth. He could only whis- per hoarsely that he loved her and that his one desire was for her; to own her, body and soul. His lips sought | hers; impassioned kisses were return ed with such warmth, so much life. he was sadly tempted.
 He stood again in the church yard l at twilight. This time his heart beat fast at the memory of the previous night. He could still feel the soft. clinging arms about his neck could breathe the perfume of her hair. He heerd again the tenderly whispered ] words Sweetheart, love you I love you! and could feel the sweet smart or her impassioned kisses Could he then love her from afar? He must put her among the stars in Heaven: wor- ship her as he would one of Gods holy lights: pray for strength to keep her love as pure and holy. His eyes soft ened~as he thought of her in his home | of her gentle ways. her tender. sym pathetic nature A thought, only a | thought, yet it sent the warm blood rushing through his veins. gave him | an uncomfortable desire to hold her warm young body to him--a desire | which seemed would drive him mad He looked with longing eyes at the lights shining from her window. hesitated