The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1904-04-01

must end thus"-pouting cut her pref
~ lips
END! My God. Agnes! you cannot
mean that this II to be the end! You
cannot mean to wreck my life!" clasp
ing her in his arms.
She drew away from him. You
must not take it so to heart, Morri&
You brighten mel"
Il can't lose you. Agnes! l can't
give you up. for you are dearer than
life to me. Only give me little hope.
darling. Let me try to win your love-!
holding out his arms to her. you are
my life-My all"
No mans voice had ever thrilled her
n did this one. with his passionate solt
ewes and hondsome, pleading face. Couid
abe give ND her luxuriant home, hei
costly dresses, her life Of ease for hint
"No!" she turned her head away ana
steeled her heart II cannot marry q
Door man. Mr.. Irving" she said. slowly,
and her voice sounded strange to her
own ears. II am not constituted to be
happy in poverty or to make . poor man
happy" She did not dare to look into
his path he believed that he loved her.
way back to the house she tried to say
how sorry she was; but he hushed her
with q wave Of his hand. TT - enough,
I understand you," he said, sternly.
He escorted her down the long parlors
to her friends and then turned without
. word and left her. His one thought
was to get away from the place and D.
alone. He had almost reached the door
when . hand was laid upon his arm and
a soft voice whispered: Wont you let
me go out with you little in the moon
light?" and the next instant he was
looking into the eyes Of slender. neat
ly-gowned little woman. She was not
beautiful, yet her face was sweet and
womanly-an index Of the soul beneath.
He had known Ada Hastings = long
time. and until Agnes Graydon crossed
his path he believed that he loved her.
Now he had not courage to repulse her.
Morris. l know by your face you want
to be alone" she said, but ] couldn't
tell you good-by In that crowd. No.
putting up her hand-"don't tell me. !
know she has refused you: but you are .
man and can live 1t down. What want
to ask is that you remember me - .
friend: now. good-by!"
He caught her hand and turned her
face 90 that he could look into her eyes.
sOne moment more. Ads" he said. look
ing into her strong, pure face. '"If you
loved man would You cast him on In
his hour Of TRIAL because he was poor!
She caught her breath In little gasps.
'Oh!" she cried. how can you ask that
Of met" and her voice was full Of re
proach. ".Even death with him love
would be preferable to life without him. T"
The next instant he was alone and she
was speeding over the green lawn to the
house.
Five years passed-busy years to
Morris Irving. One by one he had met
the numerous obstacles which had risen
before him and overcome them: and now
his business was fairly established. He
Wa prominent In business and political
circles. and we'll upon the road to
wealth. More than once had he met
Agnes Graydon. but the spell she had
once east over him was broken. II he
dreamed Of anyone IN his quiet hours II
was = fragile form with sweet face full
OF strength and purity.
Again Morris Irving stood watching
the dancers. and impatienty Waiting his
turn. At last It came. How his pulses
thrilled q he felt the touch Of her little
hand upon his arm! Come out in the
moonlight, Ada: want you Ill to my
self," he whispered - he drew her from
the crowded ballroom.
s.Are you sure that It Is me you love.
Morris?" asked the girl. nesting up tc
|-him.
Yes. sweetheart" kissing the ruby
! lips. TT Il you l have always loved.
was fascinated BY her pretty face, but
, have learned that = pretty face IL not
al that ID required to I'LL hear" and
she was satisfied.
/ Agnes Graydon eat with hot, angry
tears In her eyes and . dull. sickenins
pain Ii her heart - she looked at the
marriage announcement Of Morris Irv-
Ing and Ada Hastings. what I silly
fool have been" she cried. rs the hot
team coursed down her cheeks. ITO
day he II exactly what I have alwaya
wanted husband Of mine to be; and
might have been his vile"
George L. Wolfe. and in the finest Of ar