Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-03-25
THE TAN
ON THE BOX
BIZ
HAROLD MAC GRATH
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you mustn't shall have no place to
put them. Ohr'-wlth a gesture full of de-
spair and unshed tears, why have you done
all this? Why this mean masquerade this
submitting to the humiliations l have con-
trived for you this act of generosity
Why?"
Perhaps she knew the answers to her
own questions. but, womanlike, wanted to
be told.
And at that moment, though l am not
sure, l believe Warburton's guarding angel
gave him some secret advice.
''Yousask me why l have played the 1901
in the motley ?'-fnding the strength of his
voice why l have submitted in silence
to your just humiliations? Why l have
acted what you term generously? DO you
mean to tell me that you have not guessed
the riGdIe?'
She turned her delicate head aside and
switched the grasses with her riding crop:
well "-1inging aside his cap, which he
had been holding in his hand, Il will tell
you. / wanted to be near you. | wanted to
he. what you made me, your servant. 1t is
the enc great happiness that have known.
| have done all these things because-be-
cause, God help me, love you! Yes, love
you, with every beat of my heart!'-lifting
his head proudly. Upon his face love had
put the haIlowed seal. DO not turn your
head away, for my love is honest l ask
nothing, nothing; l expect nothing. l know
that it is hopeless. What woman could
love a man who has made himself ridicu-
lour in her eyes. as l have made myself in
yours ?''-btterly.
mo, not ridiculous: never that!" she in
terrupted, her face still averted.
He strobe toward her hastily, and for d
moment her heart almost ceased to beat.
But all he did was to kneel at her feet and
kiss the hem of her riding skirt. He rose
aurriediy
God bless you, and good-byei" He
knew that if he remained he would lose all
control. crush her madly in his arms. and
hurt her lips with his despairing kisses. He
had not gone dozen PAGES when he heard
her call pathetically. He stopped.
Mr. WarburtOn, surely you are not going
to leave me here alone with the horses?"
Pardon me. 1 did not think! 1 con-
fused!' he blundered
you are modest. too Why is it that
at the moment a man succumbs to his en-
barrassment a woman rises above hers?
Come nearer,'-a command which he
obeyed with some hesitation. You have
been a groom, butler all for the purpose
of telling me that you love me. Listen.
Love is like pillar based upon a dream:
one by one we lay the stones of beauty, of
courage, of faith, of honor, of steadfast-
ness We wake, and how the beautiful pill
lar tumbles about our ears. What right
have you to build up your pillar upon
dream of me? What do you know of the
real woman-for l have all the faults and
vanities of the sex; what do you know of
me? How do you know that l am not sell
fish? that am constant? that L am worthy
mans loving?"
Love Is not IKE Justice, with a pair of
scales to weigh this or that. l do not ask
why love you; the knowledge is all l need.
And you are not selfish, inconstant. and
GOD knows that you are worth loving. AS
L said, ask for nothing
'On the other hand" she continued
as If she had not heard his interpola-
ton, Il know you thoroughly.
have had evidence of your cour-
age, your steadfastness, your unselishness.
Do not misunderstood me- 1 am proud
that you love me. This love of yours
which asks for no reward, only the right
to confess, ought to make any good woman
happy, whether she loved or not And you
would have gone away without telling me,
event"
Yes" He dug into the earth with his
riding boot. If only she knew how she was
crucifyng him!
why We're you going away without tell
ing me?'
He was dumb.
Her arms and eyes. uplifted, appealed to
heaven. What shall 1 say? How shall 1
make him understand" she murmured.
you love me. and you ask for nothing?
Is it because in spirit my father has COM