The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1907-02-22
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cHAPrER XVI


fffNfNaA FHaNNa NNHANH
But they had rock0ned without Inc.
resa Won iynar Conrad and Joan
came back from 'te ruined fortlhca.
ton. silent mostly but thrilled with
the thoughts of that which their eyes
had seen. their ears heard Each had
listened 10 the beating OF the others
heart Both knew they were beloved.
Nothing could alter that any more
forever As they had gone out with
Theresa watching them from the dusk
OF the garden arcades. their hands
had drawn together Eyes had sought
answering cyo8 at each dip Of the
path. They had listened for the finest
shades Of meaning iu one anothers
voices. and taken courage or lost
hope from the droon OF an eyciid or
the CULVER OF a syllable
Now an was changed They knew
that which they knew
And now Theresa gou Lynar, the
woman who had given her beauty and
her life Ike little Valentines gift
into the hand Of the man she loved.
content that he should take or throw
away as pleased him bcst-Thoresa
Won Lynar met these two. who In
their new glory OF remuneration
thought that thoy bad piumbcd the
abyssos OF love. when os yet they
had taken no more than a single
sounding In the narrow seas She
stood looking at them as they came
toward her. with a sympathy that was
more than mere tolerance
"You have faced the sunshnc!"
Thus she greeted them as they came.
"Sit awhile with me in the shade
have hero q bower whore Maurice
loved to play-boiore he left me.
None save hath entered lt since that
day"
II was small rustic, oight.sided
lodge. matched with heather, Us lat.
ticed windows wide open and creeper-
grown. TO which Theresa led them. Il
had been well kept. aud when Joan
found herself within u sudden access
OF tenderness for thls lonely mother
who had offered herself like q sacrl.
fee upon an altar. took possession OF
her.
For about the walls was fastened a
dead chlld's pitiful armoury. Home
made swords Of lath. arrows winged
with the cast feathers OF the wood.
land, crooked bows. the broken crock
cry Of n hundred imagined banquets-
these. and many more. were carefully
kept In place with Immediate and low.
ing care Maurice would be back
again presently. they seemed 20 uay.
and would take up HIS play Just where
he left H.
There was silence ina the arbor for
a space. a silence which no one OF the
three was anxious to break. For Joan
thought OF her promise Conrad OF
Joan and Theresa Of her son. Il was
the last who spoke.
Somehow to-day % Is borne In upon
me that Kornsbors has fallen and that
my son Is IN his enomy's hands!'
Joan started TO her feet and thrust
her hands n little out In front OF her
as II TO ward on a blow
How can you know that?" she
cried. "who-No; % cannot be.
Kernsborg wns victuallod Tor a year
Il was filled with brave men. My
captains are staurch The thing IL
impossible"
Theresa Won Lynar. with her eyes
on the waving foliage which alter
nately revealed and eclipscd the rudy
globes OF the apples on the orchard
trees, slowly shook her heard.
Il cannot tell you how 1 know" she
said, nevertheless know. Here is
something which tells me-" She laid
her hand upon her heart. Those who
are long alone beside the sea hear
voices and see visions"
But It is impossible urged Joan.
"or, n II be true, why am kept here?
| will go and die with my peoplel"
1T Is my sons will said Theresa