The Press., 1906-07-04
With AL My
Heart
By EDITH M. DOANE
Copyright, 1905, by E. G. PARCELS

closely followed by a girl muffled to
her ears in soft, warm furs. Burying
her face in her big, fluffy muff, she re-
fused his guiding arm and walked
briskly down the snow drifted steps
out into the white, whirling world in
the street below.
isn't it lark?" she said gayly Her
eyes were dancing. She turned a
lovely face, flushed with cold and ex-
element, toward the six feet of mas
culine appreciation beside her. isn't
it glorious?"
Beautiful" His eyes were on her
| face.
Don't you love it?'
with all my hearth hummed Cor
don Huston fervently.
THE first snowstOrm is alluring, fas-
chatting. Words are so hOpelessly in
adequate'-
'They are" he agreed apprOvingly.
Il am speaking Of the Storm" icily.
"Of course"-his voice was that of
injured innocence-"the storm. What
else?"
She struggled for stern disapproval.
Then their eyes met, and they both
I laughed.
ITO think of Aunt Claras headache
at the last moment"
BLESSED headache!
"And of her actually cOnsenting to
my coming alone"
ITS dreadful" he murmurcd, "but
find it in my heart to forgive her"
Then, being very young and exceed
ingly foolish, they laughed again.
The street lamps harcd in ghostly
succession and her furs were white
with snow as they pushed through the
soft, smOthering storm.
Tell me"-in spite of himself his
voice was unsteady-'you really did
care about coming"
"Oh, yes" lightly; Il have ALWAYS
wanted to see the Cafe Bell
"There was no other reasOn?'
She looked at him in apparent sur
prise, though her eyes danced with
mischief. "Other reason? she echoed.
Suddenly her mood changed. With a
quick little gesture she laid her hand
on his arm.
Don't, Gordon" she said beseech-
ingly. I'VE have only a few hours to-
gether. Don't''-nervOusly- things
to spoil our evening, Gordon"
"As you wish" His tone was cOurte-
Gus, bat full of coldness. SO his great
love for her was but thing that
would spoil her evening.
They had reached the corner now,
and in silence they crossed the street
to the great cafe, whose lights tared
out invitingly through the whirling
SNOW.
Inside the strains Of a Hungarian
band fioated dreamily through the
crowded rooms, lights blaZed, there
was the hum of many voices, and the
scent of tobacco smoke chung to the
air. In corner they found Il table
that commanded a view of the laugh
ing, chattering cosmopolitan crowd.
81 am so glad you thought of bring
ing me here" said Molly shyly, abash-
ed by his studied silence. 1T is like
the places on the continent. There is
one in Paris, in the Rue de RivOli, that
1 wish you could see"
81 will look it up next month"
She gave a perceptible start, which
was balm to his wounded feelings.
"NeXt month"; she repeated, with
mournful attempt at unconcern. IL
didn't know you were going abroad"
'"The firm has offered me the man.
agement of a branch house it is open
ing in Paris"
"Of course you will go. 1t is nat
ural. You will be very happy there"
The last strains of a dreamy waltz
died softly away. The applause leaped
from table to table, then subsidized as
the opening bars of n gay little French
love song tloated through the rooms.
as that what you think?'' he said
earnestly, dropping his voice and lean
ing across the table. "Then for once
you are wrong. l shall never be happy
anywhere without you"-determinedly
-"as my wife"
The catchy little French song swung
gayly on; a musician began to sing the
words to the accompaniment of the
violins; first one voice, then another
caught up the refrain. ''With all my
heart, with all my heart" echoed
through the crowded rooms.
"That is it, he said simply. "'With
oil my heart that is how l love you
with all my heart"
Don't say anything more" said the
girl, almost passionately. Don't. The
more you say now the worse it will be
for me by and by when l have to
think. And-and-it is all quite i'm
possible"
But why, dear?' He had grown
little pale in his turn and regarded her
ruefully.
"Why is it impossibleY' His mind
rushed backward with a lightning
stroke to the rumors that had come
from Bar Harbor in the summer time.
In one quick flash he understood.
at is Morton!' he said bitterly.
II have promised to marry him." she
returned in a low tone-so low that he
had to bend to hear it. "Do not be
angry with me. l thought did not
know
A light broke over his dismay. "You
mean-you could care-you do garcia
littleY' he questioned eagerly.
She picked up spoon and twisted it
nervouslv in her fingers. "That does
not matter" she said graVely, because
I have given my word"
But you will break that wretched
promiseY'
He looked steadily at her, and she
returned the gaze as steadily. mo-"
she said, very sweetly and gravely; 81
cannot break my word. He depends
ON me utterly. He has no thought ex-
cept for my happiness. He is so good.
He has never cared for any other wo-
man. If should desert him it would
break his heart
Gordon leaned forward, his elbows
on the table, his face between his
hands, and regarded her with hurt,
miserable eyes.
"And you prefer to break mine," he
said glOomily.
ST have promised" repeated Molly