Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1905-09-21

for answer, adding: Unfortunately
left my pocketbook at home" He
knew that she was silently condemn,
ing him for not giving.
Eunice turned to Brockton. please
lend me $50" she said, authoritatively.
Doggedly he drew out the two-dollar
bill and the three ones and held them
toward her, There we're just two
nickels left in his pocket.
"Please give them to the preacher, "
size commanded; and when he had
done so she turned away, saying very
coldly: Il think we will go to the
theater now"
He cast about vainly for a subter-
fuge, and at last fell back upon the
bare fact. I'VE can't 80 to the theater
now"
And why not?" she asked. 1--WE
shall only be little late"
"Oh, well, if you really want to know
I'll tell you," he said, with short
laugh. Its rather a good Joke, but
somehow / had depended upon keep
Ing it to myself. l didn't want to share
it with you, you see. We can't go be-
cause that So was all l had in the
world. I'm dead broke"
"All - you - had?" she faltered.
All" and she drew deep breath.
Yes, funny, isn't it? Oh, told you
it was a good joke"
He felt that he could never face her
again. Even in the hotel after he had
followed her to small upstairs parlor
and seated himself beside her on the
sofa he didn't look at her lest her eyes
should confirm his fear.
john Think begin to under
stand" Was it really Eunice's voice?
He turned toward her, and as he met
her eyes a great wonder took posses
sion of him. In the sudden revulsion
of feeling he blurted out: MY God,
Eunice don't look at me like that or
you'll make me say something Ill be
sorry for
Say it." she murmured. GIVE been
waiting so long"
He drew away from her frowning.
mo, won't say it. Do you think I've
held on to myself for seven years 70
let myself go now, of all times? Oh,
but you make it hard for a fellow,
though"
She leaned toward him, where he
shrank back in the corner Of the sofa.
Then I'll say it. John Brockton, will
you-marry me? There; now perhaps
I've Inundated myself enough to sat
isfy your pride" and she gave little
laugh that was half sob.
HE rose and lowered over her. Look
here, Eunice, do you think I'll marry a
rich woman as long as I'm a beggar?
may be duffer, but I'm not cad"
Then you don't love me after all"
Love your" he echoed. ooh, no, 1
don't love you. I've only lived with
one hope and wish ever since | knew
you; I've only worked and risked
all | had and failed miserably because
the one thing in life wanted was you;
but | don't love you"
She rose, too, and confronted him
with angry eyes. Shall l tell you what
you love? You love yourself-your fool
ism pride your false idea Of honor Oh,
what difference does it make about mon
ey-haven't I more than enough for us
both? Because I'm rich must go with
out the only thing in life that is worth
havingY
but, Eunice, you don't understand;
no woman could understand how man
feels about such things"
"Feels!" she said, CONTEMPORARY.
do you call such cold-blooded calcula-
ton feeling? And it is for that you have
let me to suffer all this time!"
Let you suffer-" he repeated, blank
ly. 81 thought the suffering had all been
on my side"
ooh. of course, being man you never
thought of putting yourself in my
place. You don't know" Then sud-
denly her anger died away. She sank
back on the sofa and her eyes filled with
tears ooh, John, can't you understand
how need your"
AS she looked up to him through her
tears convention dropped from him as
q garment and all the man in him rose
to meet her weakness. For the mo-
ment they were primal as Siegfried and
Brunhild on the freight rock. He made
a sudden movement toward her.
But the conventions were upon them
once more in the shape of an elderly
man and a middle aged woman, who
sauntered through the doorway and
stood aimlessly chatting In the center
Of the room. Brockton stopped short
and tried to look careless, while all the
time her triumphant face was telling
him: 81 have won; have wont" He
threw the intruders a savage look and
growled something between his teeth.
Are you Alvarez" questioned the girl,
chat you swore just then-Quite vio-
lently?"
"Swore!" he muttered. Haven't l
been mad all these years to take you in
my arms and now-I can't"
At that she began to laugh, and the
laughter grew Historically, until her
eyes were wet, and the contagion of it
made him join in helplessly yet with
certain wrathful reserve. Then the ell
derby man disappeared around the cor
ner with the middle-aged woman.
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