The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1906-11-23
By
GEORGE BARR
M'CUTCHEON
Author Of "Crsssiark-
2 Q
eoesvsoht. 1904. ~ DodA
Mead nd Gcspsay
Observation-Disclosures. s.: !.

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: heh command you to shake bo,,
," "ln me- she said brightly. "You bnu
D.eh away, believer with deIicio,,
TOT century or moro r.,
Sa,,,. Gohstrafnt fell upon them sud
uS. Inc hour had come for 4, aoa
n''e understanding. and both woro oo..
Iuered by Its Importance. For tba son
time IN his life he knew tbo ,oai, hrs
,no w. uliuence. 1t came over him 40 h.
oo 0ooheu helplessly into the clear gror
th ues' eyes. II love you for wearino
Ia. red reather." he said simplv
., nu loved you for wearing T. =.
nne answered, her voice soft md t,r',,
"s lie caught his brea tn tovonsIr
beverly" as he bent over bor &C.,.
"re my very life, my you
inc n = ihul: she whispered. draw
.ns away, with an embarra sse,l o,oro
"Dout the park. There were neonIa ~
e seen on all sides, but he Ind rornot
..h 'hem. He thought only of th. ',,.,
VINO ruled his heart. Seeing thn 81. ST.
III MS face. she hastily. even h,m.,,,u n.n
~, said. 1T Is so public. deor"
lie Strengthened himself VIII, ,,
precision, but his voice trembled no
~, ne 'ried 10 speak calmly In defiance to
n's eyes. There Is the grotto-see, II
IS seclusion itself VIII you come with
me- l must tell you all that is in INV
neart. 1t will burst If I do not"
slowly they made. their way to tbe
i"iry grotto deep I'm the thicket of
~ ,rees' t was ietive's favorite dream
ing piace. Dark and cool and musioo,
WIN the ripping of waters. it wos nm
'deal retreat. She dropped unon tho
rustic bench that stood opoinst tho
moss covered wall of bowldcrs VIII,
no seh'e reserve of man who re-
.les us well as loves. Baldos stood
"ooVe her. He waited, and she under
s'oou. How uplii-o-m most Impatient
lovers he was!
You may sit beside me-" she said
with a wistful smile of acknowIedr-
ment. AS he flung himself into tho
seat his hand eagcrly sought hers his
courtly reserve gone to the winds
heverly, dearest one. you never can
KNOW how much 7 love YOU" he Wills.
pered INTO her ear. 1T Is a Geathloss
io'e, uncomfortable, unalterablc. If IS
III my blood to love forever Listen to
me, dear one. come of race whose
love Is hot and enduring. NV neonIe
from time immemorial have Ioved nc
nD % "tner n nsoplS haMs fleeYe4 Thsy
of the glorious passion. Love Is the
religion of my people. You must. you
shall believe me when I say that | will
love you better than my soul so long
as that soul exists. I loved yOu the
day / mot you. 1t has been worship
since that time
His passion carried her rcsiStlcSsly
away as the great waves sweep the
deck Of ship ut sea. She was out In
the ocean of love. far from all else
that was dear to her. far from all har-
bOrs save the mysterious one to which
his passion was plotting her through n
r1orm of emotion.
81 have lOngcd so to hold you in my
arms. Beverly. Even when you We're n
princess and / lay In the hospital at
GanlOOk my fevcred arms hungercd
for you. There never has been Il mo-
ment that my heart has not been reach
ing out in search of yours. You have
glorificd me, dearest, by the promise
you made week ago. l know that
you will not renounce that precious
pledge. 1t is in your eyes pow-the
eyes / shall worship to the end Of eter-
nifty. Tell me, though, with your own
lips, your own voice. that you will he
my wife, mine to hold forever"
For answer she placed her arms
about his neck and buried her face
against his shoulder. There were tears
in her gray eyes and there was n sob
in her throat He held her close to his
breast for an eternity, 1t seemed to
both, neither giving voice to the SonC
their hearts were singing. There was
no other world than the fairy grotto.
Sweetheart, I am asking you to
make great sacrifice" he said at last
his voice hoarse but tender. She look
ed up into his face serenely. "Can
you give up the joys, the wealth, the
comforts of that home across the sea
to share lowly cottage with me and
my love? Wait. dear-do not speal
until am through. You must think OF
what your friends will say. The love
and life I offer you now will not bt
like that which you always have
known. 1t will be poverty and TIT
dregs, not riches and wine. 1t will
be-
But she placed her hand upon h!
g. shaking her head emphaticali.'
IA 1ne picture he was painting was tn
Ysame one that she had studied for day
and days. Its very shadow was ia
miliar to her, it's every unwholesom
corner was as plain as day.
"Tbe rest of the world may thin
what it likes. Paul." she said. 1T wi
naEo No difference tO me / hay