The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1907-04-18

to see 1t in everything about them
hear it in every words that uttered
until it fills every fiber of their being
like some horrible disease, and saps
their reason and their life. I'll have
no more OF it; the man is dead, and
stand in his place: let that end II"
He turned resolutely, and went down
by the road the inspector had taken
After n little time Philip, from his
place of concealment, saw him mount
ing the path opposite, on the way 70
Chatter Hall. Through the weary
hours Philip waited, crouched where
he was, cramped and stiff, until night
came on, and the moon rose, in gnost-
" fashion, over the hill before MIN.
Then, very cautiously, and looking all
about him in case of surprise, he start
ed for The Cottage.
There was a recklessness upon him
greater than any he had felt yet. What
happened after this night he scarcely
seemed to care: to see that one wo-
man once again, and hold her IN mis-
arms and hear from her own lips the
message she had sent him, seemed
enough. Whatever fate might have in
store for him after that did not seem
to matter; this one night, at least, ne
was free. and he was going to the wo-
man he loved.
Still, with all his recklessness, ne
was careful not to expose himself 10
any danger of capture; in little Tune
he became quite an adept at lodging
behind hedges, or dropping down nat
among thick underground, when any
one came near him. But he reached
the boundary hedge of the garden he
remembered so we'll at last, and
crouched behind it, striving to peer
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS how he should
reach her or make his presence
known.
Voices in the garden, quite near to
him. struck upon his ear: voices or
man and a woman-that of the man
soft, smooth, and pleading; that OF the
woman angry, contemptuous, and
scornful. And he knew both voices at
once.
The two who talked in that garden
in the moonlight appeared to be tarth-
err up the lawn than the spot where ne
was; looking eagerly in that direction,
he saw that the regularity of the trim
hedge was broken by a thick growth
of small trees, whose branches swept
down to the ground. Gliding along
noiselessly, he got amongst these and
lay fiat, within few feet OF the pair
upon the lawn; could see them dis
tinctly, standing there facing each
other-Ogledon and Madge Barnshaw.
That they had arrived at a crisis OF
some kind in their talk was evident,
for Madge stood proudly erect and de-
fiant looking at the man, who slashed
savagely at the grass with the cane he
held.
will nothing move your" Ogledon
was saying, without looking UP at her.
do you think it Is nothing for me,
who am no mere boy, to be the sport
of a girl? Do you think It's nothing
for me to have to plead again and
again with you when it is my nature to
bend people to my will and gain what
| desire by force?"
81 have told you--many, many times
aIready-that you might as well fling
yourself against a rock as strive to
move me by any pleading. You are
coward. in any case, to assail me like
this, when I have already told you
that my heart is given to some one
else"
"Bah!--a mere girlish whim-a boy
and girl affair, that should have been
forgotten and done with in the days of
pinafores. Besides, Dandy Chatter Is
-" he hesitated, and seemed for a
moment uncertain what to say; turned
the sentence swiftly. and asked, in
stead, with his keen eyes raised to her
face: by the way, where is this
wonderful lover Of yours?"
There was pause for a moment,
while the listener almost held his
breath, and while Ogledon never took
his eyes from her face. Then she went
little nearer to- him. and held her
head more proudly still.
In prlsOn-tnere 10 await niS
trial on a fearful charge Of which be-
lieve him innocent. But, though he
appeared twice as black as men paint
him, and as you, his evil spirit, have
tried to make him, would hold to him
to the last: would cry, before you and
all others, I love him-I love him
love him. Now, what think you your
pleading will do for you?"
The man had turned and walked a
step or two away; his hand had gone
up nervously to his lips. What does
it mean?" Philip heard him mutter.
They all say it-even she says it. Go
where / will this thing follows me
this name is dinned into my ears" He
turned swiftly toward her. why do
you lie to met" he cried, harshly;
why do you repeat what every one
else repeats? Do you think to fright
en- me away by such" He stopped
confusedly, and laughed. THERE
don't know what am saying; IL lose
myself sometimes. I'm not well;
I'll come-some other time-to see
YOU"
Without another word he turned