Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1904-08-11
Albert to assume, she could not de-

most natural to you here" she said
finally, land must ask you to choose
that yourself"
| Let us trim the boat the way mine
was that day, and will sit beside it
and smoke While you work."
The idea was adopted, and while
Telly sketched he smoked, contented
to watch the winsome face, SO oblivi-
GUS to his admiring glances.
There" she observed, after half
hour of active penciling, please lay
| your cigar aside and look pleasant I
want to catch the expression Of your
| face"
When the sketch was completed she
asked If he had any suggestions to
make.
"Only one. would like you in the
picture and sitting beside me-"
II would rather not be in it," she
replied soberly. II only want to see
you as you are here today. 1t may be
a long time before you come to the
Cape again."
would you like me to come often?"
"Of course" she answered, turning
I away her face. sit is so lonesome
here, and there is no one care to talk
with except father and mother and
Aunt Leach and Mandy Oaks.'
Alberts heart began to beat with un-
usual speed. Never in his life before
had he felt the impulse to utter words
of love to any woman. ''Telly," he
said 81 promised to tell you a little
story here today, but it's all said in a
few words. 1 love you, and I want
you to share my life and all that I can
do to make you happy" A trife in
coherent, but expressive.
| For moment, while the tide Of feel
ing surged through that queens heart
and into her cheeks, even to the tips
of her ears, she was silent, and then, as
both her hands went to her face, she
almost whispered: sob, no, no; can
not! l can never leave father and
mother alone here! 1t would break
my hearth
"But you do care little for ME, don't
you, Telly?" he begged, trying to draw
her hands away from her blushing
face. Just a little, Telly; only say a
llllle, 10 give Inc nope.
| And then, as one Of the hands he
was trying to gain was yielded and as
he softly stroked and then raised it to
his lips, she turned her pleading eyes
to him and said: you won't be angry,
will you? And you will come and see
me once in awhile, won't you? And
let me paint a picture to give you when
you Gomez"
1t may have been the pain in his
face, added to her own desolation, that
overcame all else, for now she bowed
her head, and the tears came.
II thank you for SO much. Telly," he
answered tenderly, land God bless you
for it, do not give you up and shall
not if have to wait all my life for
you. can be patient If only have
hope" He brushed his face with one
hand and, still holding hers, arose and
drew her up. Then Albert slyly put
his arm around her waist, and as he
drew her to him he whispered, .Just
one, Telly, my sweetheart, to make
this spot seem more sacred"
1t was not refused
u
said as she tried to draw herself away,
80 we can see the ocean better. I
will tell you the story promised last
evening" He still held her a half
prisoner, and when they were seated
where the wares were beating almost
at their feet he began his recital When
he came to that portion in which Frye
played a part, and ending In such a
CHASTITY denouement, she shuddered
THAT Is the one horrible part of
taking your own life," she said, '.to
think how you will look and what
those who find you will say. If were
to do such Il thing should first make
sure no one would ever find me-"
The remark startled him. "Telly," he
said soberly, do not ever think of
such thing. Would you, whose heart
is SO loving and tender, burden all
those who know you with a lifelong
sorrow?"
mo, no, not that way. Only if those
who love me We're taken l should want
to follow them. That is all. Please
forget 1 said it," Then she told him
her own brief history, and at last,
after much coaXing, little of the one
sorrow Of her life.
Nov | know" he said. "why you
avoided speaking about the picture Of
the wreck the first time l came here"
Then in a moment he added: "Telly,
want you to give it to me and let me
take it away. l want it for two rea-
sons. One is, it gave me the first hint
of your life's history. And then l do
not want you to look at it any more"
You may have it," she answered,
smiling sadly. at was foolish of me
to paint it."
When the sun was low and they were
ready to return he said, Promise me,
sweetheart, that you will try to forget
all Of your past that is sad and think
only Of us who love you and to whom
your life Is blessing"
That evening he noticed Uncle Terry
occasionally watched her with wistful