The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1907-06-20

ana 1 must say no.
There is nothing can say? Moth
ing could change your decision? II
will be deep sorrow to me else" He
spoke In a measured tone, keeping q
firm hold on himself.
NO" she said. mo. But, believe
me, am sorry"
He stood up, very grave and white
You will pardon me, II I go at once ?'
Bowing over her hand but not ven.
turing to look In her face, he went
out of her life.
She felt ashamed at the relief that
came to her. when she knew she was
not, after all, to be the doctors wife.
She sat, thinking still of him, when
Mr.. John Fabian Farnham's" card
was brought her.
Show him into the back parlor,
and say that l will see him presently -
When the servant had gone to do
this bidding, she rose and stood be-
fore tall glass. Was her hair right
This man must be made to feel her
desirability. 1t must be crowded on
him, and he must then be made to
feel, what he had seemed a little
blind to heretofore, that this desirable
ity was beyond his reach.
Should she wear some of his vic.
letsY How nice Jack always was
about remembering what flowers one
loved, and all those little things that
flatter women.
No, she would wear none of his
flowers. They were filling with per-
fume at this minute that back parlor.
where this masterful person was like.
ly tramping about.
He was not tramping about; he was
standing very still as she came into
the room.
Tall, very dark, with thin, keen
face, his one beauty was his eyes. He
had several years the advantage Of
her 30, and he bore heavier traces of
those that had passed over him.
He did not seat himself, and his at
titude seemed to forbid her doing SO.
Breaking resentfully through this i'm.
preston, she sat down, forcing her.
self to say, as she tucked cushion
into just the right spot; "Sit down.
won't you? 1t seems more friendly.
And don't glover at me, beg. It in.
timidates me-"
Laughing a little at the idea of in.
timidation, he hesitated moment.
then came quickly to her.
Thank you, yes. will sit down
but | can't, really can't, rise to
frivolities in conversation. 1t takes a
woman" he went on. little bitterly,
Ito absolutely disguise every feeling"
He sat down before her, he took her
hands, he almost crushed them, in
deed. Nell, you will come to me?
You do love me? Is the love of life
not worth the taking? l have loved
you always, dear-I think from the
foundation of the world. Can you get
along without love that needs you
so?"
Alas! for Jack. There 1t was-the
old masterfulness. She would none
of it. Could she "get along" indeed!
She drew back from him. Thank
you; yes. am getting along very
we'll"
He only stared at her, still leaning
toward her.
THE love of good man is an
honor to any woman"
"Bosh!"
But l cannot accept yours, and
give none in return she went on,
unheeding his scornful interruption.
my heart is in the grave with Her.
bert"
Really, and truly?" he spoke slow
ly, as II trying to grasp, 1t. DO you
mean that? You-will-not-marry-
me?'
mo"
81 will say goodnight" He spoke
briskly, as he arose. His shoulders
looked very square; his brown eyes
had lost all the softness of a moment
ago.
Bowing stiffiy, he left her. She
listened. The servant had left the
hall, and she heard him pause. She
knew he was getting himself into his
overcoat.
Now he was going to the door.
She leaped from her cushions. She
ran. Oh, suppose he should get out
before she reached him!
"Oh, wait" she gasped. He stopped.
Jack, Jack" she painted. Come
back. My heart isn't In the grave