Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-03-29

men SHe stops.
Go or, "he murmurs
Suppose. then, suppose II were to
sa-yes--''
Say it," and he seizes her hand
and holds it tightly.
How would they receive you when
you went back with the news?
think | can see them,"
IF l were to walk in and tell my
mother that a princess had promised
to bestow her hand on me, she would
sigh and say that it was pity it was
not an empress
'Ah, and | am not princess. I am
a commonplace school-teacher. whose
father happens TO have made his
fortune"
well, grant all you say--a lady can
not be more than a lady-and you
A mere idea. You will not, you can
not, wreck me on that But-but
you have not answered my question
yet Perhaps you could make all
further arguments unnecessary. May
you have not said that you loved me;
that is what | want; I care for nothing
else. What are all these objections?
Nothing to me- Say that you love
me and l viii show how value the
stupid prejudice of my people. By
Heaven, il all the world said nay
while you said yes. l would have you
in spite of yourself. May, love you
love you!" and, utterly regardless
of father and sister, he stops and
draws her nearer to him.
There is something in the wild force
of his passion. in the assertion of his
proud, willful manhood, that breaks
down all Mays prudent arguments.
Trembling and silent she stands striy-
ing for words-stands unable to
speak or move, though 81 g sees the
two dusky figures. that have hitherto
followed them tramp up ana innocent
ly pass by.
let me go! Oh Sir Heron, let
NE CO."
MOT" he says, almost fercely, and
his arm holds her in a wise. There
shall be no more of this. We two
stand together tonight alone with all
the world outside, I have given you
my love: will you give me yours in
your hand? When I plead for
bread. will YOU throw me coldly a
stony pride? May-May do not make
my name a curse to me! Heaven. can
not you see that I love you as l never
never can love again? After all,
what can You give me that shall weigh
feather-w weight in the balance against
such a love as mine? But, give me
whit you car-say here, now, with no
thought of Cthers-T love YOU Or
and his voice grew hoarse-"let n
go, once for ALL"
M trembIes. Shall she save him
in spite of himself? She has only to
say colGly. Il do not love you!" and
how much trouble will be saved him.
She struggles for courage-the words
faltar or her lips.
'T-do--" then, with sudden sob
she drops uron his breast, and her 81
do" finishes with: 81 love you!"
He does not speak. but she feels
his heart heaye as his arms close
around her. With both hands he raises
her face and looks into it TRANQUILITY;
then there falls a rain of passionate
kisses on her lips, ner eyes, her hair.
Painting. breathless, she trembles like
some wild fawn caught in snare. At
last she gasps:
oh. no--no. you hurt me-"
Forgive me, darling" he pleads. 1T
was your fault"
"Mine!" she says, with Pickering,
shy smile.
"Yours," he says, resolutely. 81 was
mad just now but you had driven me
mad for thought 1 was going to lose
you Do you remember how you con-
quered me on the river? | have not
forgotten, and feared that your
young pride would get the better of
my love. May, if / had lost you, l
should have some straight to the"
Hush" she murmurs, reprovingly,
holding up her hand, which he instant
Iy makes prisoner and presses to his
lips.
eyes" he says. Il though; you were
going TO punish me for the sins of my
people You are right May, they be
haved aGominabiy. Bu5 don't you see
they know that loved YOU"
"And wanted to save you!" she says.
stop! no more of that. Let there
be peace between us, unless you want
me to hate my kind, You are prin-
cess they call Mr. Dalton a merchant
prince. at any rate
'Ah, you don't know all" she says,
as she thinks of the vagabOnd brother
whose very existence is ignored.
MY capacity is not very large, dar-
ling One stupendous piece of joy is
as much as can master in one night.
I have just learned that you love me!
That is enough"
May looks up wistfully, and tries to
do her duty. to tell him he has not
seen the worst yet, that, in addition
TO the purse-prouJ, self-made father,
there is the vagabond brother; but her
heat fails her. Offer a cup running
over with water to the desert wander
CT lying dying of thirst on the burning
sands: is it likely he will thrust it
aside? May holds her cup from her
eyeing it thirstily, then. with sudden
collapse of courage, she presses it to
her lips.
She can tell him tomorrow. Poor
SyGney-poor black sheep let him
rest for tonight. And yet her heart
heat- with a sudden ouickueSs at his