The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-04-19
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BRIDAL
BY LOUISE DUNHAM GOLDsBERRY
toopyrisht, 100, by Joseph d. Bowles)

Ii was Sunday, The boats floated at
rope-end with jaunty swing and swell
good to see, else beached out of reach.
The little white town dozed In the bright
air.
They were walking, he and Elizabeth,
up-shore, Her eyes were very dark,
very bright-even, he fancied, very soft.
Not for him, he told himself When
Elizabeth Garron's eyes turned soft be-
cause of him, the fish would come ashore
without line or net
What thinking. Elizabeth?" he
asked, as the dunes shut away the town.
"Of n man"
He stopped stock still, the silly
scowied black at her as he gripped her
hands.
Elizabeth, IL thought you meant
that, Pd-kill-him!"
Kill father? And why that"
He set his heels in the sand. Her
tongue was quick; always quicker than
his.
Il thought it might have been some
body. | want you to think of no man
but me, Elizabeth. You know love you.
Don't you? Don't you know 1t, Eliza
beth?"
Her eyes were full of the sea. The sea
with the CLINT of sun In 1t and wet
sparkles. And her face fair as daylight.
like music to him, in its tender calm.
Yet she jested him, always. Held him
afar in the tones of her voice Always!
And he was logged, set man. He would
when he would. Man was masterful;
woman weak. And soft-fleshed wom-
an strong beyond his strength set him
wild for love and mad for mastery
She made as If to go on; but he stayed
her, took her chin In his hand, lifted
her face till the eyes astray were COM
PEELED back to him. Then his face turned
pleading, when the wide, sweet eyes
looked steadily up into it-pleading,
| coercive-stooped nearer to the warm,
| sweet look of them.
Don't you know it, Elizabeth"
Her hand crept up his elbow-lighter
touch than dew's touch-up to his
| cheek.
Yes" she said, IL know It,"
well, then, Elizabeth? Well, then,
my girl?" snatching her up to his heart
| and passionate mouth, a-tremble with
the beautiful hair blown in his eyes, the
feel of its softness in his hand.
She made no resistance, lay on his
| heart, wide eyes floodful of love an
swering his own. Then she slipped out
| of his arms.
"non't!" she cried, sharply. 81 can
not bear i'll will not marry"
How he laughed! a boisterous, big
laugh, and kiss on the palm that pushed
him off.
"You dare say that to me, Elizabeth!
Not marry? You shall marry me, Eliza
beth"
"Td die for you; If you beat me and
beat me, Jack, I'd forget 1t when you
kissed me, but l can't marry Oh" she
cried, the light gone out of her eyes
like a sky at dusk. 81 cannot!"
But why?" he demanded, hoarsely,
shaking her roughly, like slim bush
in the winds muzzle.
Il could not endure it, Jack. look at
the women, and wonder how they live
when the boats are out in storm. saw
my mother die of it. can't, Jack"
Elizabeth, you love me?"
''Yes-oh, yes!"
She shivered under the kisses his lips
left thick on her face.
But will not marry you" she con-
tinued. 81 would go mad If were your
-wife-Jack.
Elizabeth, will you marry me?"
mo"
'Will-you-marry -me-darling
NO" she cried; "no-no."
Why must a man think there is no
choice but between a woman and the
devil? At best it's but ools' way, and
sorry way to win a woman. If she
won't have him-why, there it is. II
she say him that little word NO.
when he's man fit to mate with, what
reasoning is it that sends him out to
foul himself?
First it's drink. Now, woman takes
her sorrow, carries it to bed with her
and weeps in the dark, shuts it fast in
her heart till she learns how to wear il
bravely in open.
But man, he must dumb it somehow
put it out of sense in drink, to drown
! it. Sorrow doesn't drown. 1t comes
back every time in grave-clothes to
whimper in the ear.
There was no lack of rosy cheeks in
the little sun washed town. Some would
be blithe to wear weeds for him, so she
might first wear brides white with him.
But there, 1t must needs be one or none
of them.
Elizabeth went her way. And talk
| followed her to and fro, like little
fond, tagging dog. But they knew bet
ter than to speak 1t out to her. Some
maids hearts are not catch-penny for
neighbors, She sung in even time TO
church tunes and took the Sacrament.
| All the town watched; bit of bread, then
the sup. If she could take Sacrament,
| that would show she wasn't at fault for
| Jack Dacie's doings. Just his own heady
heart that would sooner take birthstone
| fire after she wouldn't wed than ask
another maid would she.