Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1905-01-28
He had for some time been able to

erpool and now made definite arrange
ments for the change. By the time
these had been concluded, Mademo1-
selle had been ten days In her new
position, and the restful mind had
qulckened grace and charm in every
gesture. He realized that every day
he stayed made it the harder to go
from her.
On the evening that he had deter
mined to tell her of his leaving Lon
don, she stopped at his door, and, on
entering to his call, he had not the
heart to look up, but returned her
greeting with eyes bent on his book.
After a little talk, she seemed to think
he was preoccupied, and as usual in
her sensible manner that had always
half-pleased and half embittered him,
she rose soon as if to go away.
He looked up quickly.
Don't CO." he said; 81 have some
thing to tell you. l have got an APP
pointment at Liverpool and shall be
leaving London in a few days. l sup
pose you, too, will be getting new quar-
tiers soon?"
She went pale as she sat- and in her
eyes came a look of terror.
You are leaving London7 II am
very sorry"
II, too, am sorry" said Portway,
hurriedly; very sorry; but l think it
is best for-for my prospects as an
analyst"
She nodded her head, looking at him
with eyes of sadness. She rose and
went to the door in silence, stopped,
came back to where he stood, and held
out her hand.
Monsieur Stephen" she said, in
low, soft tones, 81 can never thank
you enough for your goodness. You
have been more than friend to me,
but"
She shook her head sorrowfully, and
her eyes darkened as if with fear. She
dropped his hand, and, with a wan
smile, shrugged her shoulders.
what is it, Mademoiselle?" he said,
his voice quick.
Il fear myself" she said. 81 am a
coward" Her face and figure seemed
suddenly Swallowed in gloom. But, as
you have seen, my friend, there is
something that leaps into us French
women when things are at their worst,
and it drives us-it drives us To-
She made a curious gesture, in which
Indifference and despair seemed to be
flung over a verge.
But this" she said, instantly
bright, this is ungrateful talk. You
have put me on a safe road. thank
you, Monsieur Stephen. There are
not many men like you, fear. l will
be strong, like you. l thank you for
your goodness thank you with all
my poor heart"
Her voice trembled. She would have
caught his hand and taken it to her
lips, but he clutched her fingers and
restrained her.
"Marcelle," he said, looking into the
eyes that shone with unshed tears:
you think l leave my talk half done.
You think | do not care. But, Mar
celle, if you care for me and can
He stammered and was silent; he
could not frame all the opposing
thoughts that thronged, and, instead.
he held her hand, looking at the fin
ger on which he had seen the ring. He
raised his head and met her eyes, and
instantly complete knowledge seemed
to bridge their minds.
Il have no one in the world" she
said, her eyes and cheeks aglow. "It
was my fancy to wear my ring that
day, for l thought l soon should see
him that l had lost We had been so
happy for little while after we were
married, and then he became i'll and
had to go away from me, and 1 never
saw him again till he lay dead. That
was four years ago. Then my fathers
ruin came upon us, and, oh, that little
happy time seems so far awayw
do you care enough for me to he
my wife?"
The smiling flushing face looked
fondly in his eyes, and then, as she
was drawn within his arms. she said ::
Il cared for you on the day told
you that your eyes had looked so hard.
for l saw then how very tender they
could be."-Henry Gilbert, in Sketch.
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