The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1906-09-26

Antonio. why did I never know that you
loved met You do love me, don't your"
With my heart, with my life, with
my soul !" she answered him.
A cry broke from Hubert Tenby's lips.
He approached as. II to kiss her, and
then be turned from her and buried his
face in his hands.
you must not love NEE, Antonia," he
SAID, hoarsely. II am not fit for your
love. / am a d%ishonored, outcast man.
who has neither home nor name"
lyon shall not say these things to me,
Hubert the girl answered him. "You
know they are false, just as l have known
they are false. You cannot change my
love. 1t was given to you unconsciously
years ago when Bertha and you and !
used to be 80 much together. Do you
think a woman's heart is so easily chang
edo"
He lifted his face at her words, and,
bending forward, kissed her reverently
on her lips.
"Just at that awful. time" he said, 81
had a little story to tell you, Antonio,
that was never told. l had dreams in my
heart, beautiful hopes Of a future when
you would be with me-for I, too, loved
you in his same fashion that you have
loved me-"
"Oh, Hubert !" the girl cried, and there
was anguish in her voice, IF only you
had spoken this story! If only l had
known of this oil this long, weary, terri
BILE time! But l have had nothing to
give me a glimmer of light. Sometimes,
indeed" Antonio said, with a blush,
sometimes it has been darker than 9TH
ers, because, Hubert, I have felt that
to give a love unasked was not what l
ought to have done"
The old cab horse was ambling along
In comfortable fashion. 1t was long past
the hour In which dinner was served n
Lady Betty's household, but Antonio had
forgotten that. forgotten everything save
that she was here, with her hand clasped
In Hubert's: that she was looking into
his beautiful eyes, the only point about
him hat seemed to have been untouched
in the bitter experiences through which
he had passed. For the Hubert she had
known had been a very different creature
to this man who sat beside her. There
seemed to b. age and trouble, and even
want written in his appearance.
His face was lined, and his hair touch
ed with gray. How different to that splen-
did young figure that had been the ideal
of her g%irlhcod!
LET us get out" she said to him, sud-
denly. I'VE can sit and talk here in the
open air. And oh, Hubert! my heart is
so full! / have so much to tell you, so
much to hear"
lie stopped the cab as she wished, and
helped her to alight. In a few words An
tonia told him with whom she was stay
ing.
He bid the cab wait for them. and draw
ing her hand through his arm, they walk
ed slowly along a secluded path. Crowds
of people were sauntering about the park,
finding air and rest after their days
work. There was no one to look with
curiosity on these two. There were 50
many others lost in deep conversation, IS
they were.
They said you were dead, Hubert -
she murmured once. Every one believ-
ed 1t except myself, and l knew that you
would come back. I feel afraid to ask
you for your story since you went away.
There is a look ip your face th.e signi-
hes such suffering
So lost were they in their conversation
that they took 10 heed Of anything about
them, and so, as they re-entered the cab
and drove slowly away, they were quite
naware that their movements had sud-
denly attracted the attention of a man
driving in a hanson through the park,
nor that this man had stopped his cab,
had got out. and was gazing after them
with an expression on his face that signi-
fed both CONSERVATION and excitement.
For one instant George Stanton paused,
nonplused, then he got into the hanson
again, and gave the driver a sharp order.
Keep that four-wheeler in sight," he
said.
He flung himself into a corner of the
cab and bit his lip almost ~savagely. He
was In evening dress, and had evidently
been on his way to dine. On the seat
beside him was a box of costly flowers.
A quarter of an hour before he had
been In a most comfortable frame Of
mind now, all at once, this was changed.
1t was ono thing to determine TO deal
very sharply with Hubert Tenby when
the prospect of this same Hubert Tenby's
return was problematical, and quite an
other thing to find at the very outset Of
his career of prosperity that the future
Of this career was threatened and made
doubtful. For unless his eyes had played
him false, the man whose place Gerald
Tenby was holding so falsely had actually
passed before him a moment ago.
CHAPTER VIII.
Lady Betty was in the drawing room
when Antonia's cab finally brought her
back to her uncle's house. Dinner was
a thing of the past, although it had been