The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1907-12-17

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me take you to the Vivians." He
threw out his arms In a wild, pas
sjonate gesture; he was utterly unlike
himself. His emotion burst through
and shattered pose and cynicisa and
hard crust Of selhshaess like. the eZ.
ploding powder burst ng theishell. u
can't give you up. Anita" he ex-
claimed in a tone of utter desperation. !
Il can't ] can u" f,
Eut her sac was all this time stead
lily on me, as if she cared / would go.
should she look away. Il will tell
you myself" she said, rapidly. to me.
"We-Uncle Howard and Tread in
the papers how they had all turned
against you, and he brought me over
here. He has been ~telegraphing for
you. This morning he went to town
to search for you. About an hour ago
Langdon came. / refused to see him.
as l have ever since the time / told
you about at Alva's. He persisted,
until at last l had the servant request
him to leave the house"
But now there's no longer any
reason for your staying, Anita" he
pleaded. "He has said you are free.
Why stay when you would really no
more be here than If you were TO go,
leaving n of your empty dresses?'
She had not for an instant taken
her gaze. from me; and SO strange
were her eyes, so compelling, that !
seemed unable + move or speak.
But now she released me to blaze
upon him-and never shall / forget
any detail of her face or voice as she
said to him: THAT is false, Now
bray Langdon. l told you the truth
when 1 told you 1 loved him!"
So violent was her emotion that
she had to pause for ~self-control. And
1? 1 was overwhelmed, dazed,
stunned. When she went on, she
was looking at neither of us. yes,
1 loved him, almost from the first
: from the day he came to the box at
the races. l was ashamed, poor crea.
ture that my parents had made me!
I was ashamed of it. And tried to
hate him, and thought / did. And
: when he showed me that he no longer
cared, my pride goaded me into the
folly of trying to listen to you. But
I loved him more than ever. And as
you and he stand here, / am ashamed
again-ashamed that / was eve sc
blind and ignorant and p~rejudiced a:
to compare him with"-she looked al
Langdon-"with you. Do you believe
me now-now that l humble mysel
before him here in your presence?"
1 should have had no heart at al
if 1 had not felt pity for him. His
face was gray, and on it were those
signs of age that strong emotion
brings to the surface after 40
; You could have convinced me in nj
Z other way" he replied, after a 81
lence, and in a voice 1 should no
have recognized.
Silence again. Presently he raise
his head, and with something of hi
old cynicism bowed to her.
"You have avenged much an
many" said he. 81 have often had
presentiment that my day of wrat
would come"
He lifted his hat, bowed at me witt
out looking at me, and. drawing tn
tatters of his pose still further owe
his wounds, moved away toward tn
landing.
I, still in a stupor, watched him III
til he had disappeared. When
turned to her, she dropped her eye
Uncle Howard will be- back thi
afternoon" said she. IF 1 may, L
stay at the house until he comes
take me-"
A weary. half-suppressed sig
escaped from her. l knew how 81
must be reading my silence, but l W;
still unable to speak. She went to Il
? horse, browsing near by; she stroke
his muzzle. Lingeringly she Irvine
her fingers in his name, as if abor
to spring to his backi That remin
I ed me of a thousand and n chang,
in her-little changes, each a trii
in itself, yet, taken all together, ma
ing a complete transformation.
Let me help you" I managed
say. And 1 bent, and made a ST
of my hand.
She touched her fingers to I
shoulder, set her narrow, graceful TO
upon my palm. But she did not ris
1 glanced up, she was gazing VISIT
ly down at me.
Women have to learn by experieH
just as do men," said she, forlorn
yet men will not tolerate it."
IN 1 suppose l must suddenly ha
looked what 1 was unable to put in
words-for her eyes grew very wit
and, with a cry that was a sigh a
a sob, and a laugh and a caress
on in one, she slid into my arms and
IF. face was burning against mine.
Ter do you remember the night at
av- theater," she murmured, when yC
lips almost touched my neck?
lot loved you then-Baack Matt-Bla
ng- Natl"
ize And I found voice; and the hor
to wandered away.
Ter 1.-THE End
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