The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1908-01-02

voices ana laughter were IN the air. Il
The shadowy terrace Of the Country
club, the moonlight flickering through /
the trees, the perfume Of many bios
SONS, an atmosphere charged with |
that strange force that intoxicates the
sonl--and two people too absorbed In
each other To more than feel the
beauty Of the night.
Just one minute more, Cyril they |
will miss me. You see the mood he
is in tonight / think he is beginning
70 suspect me. / dare not linger; l
must return
"Ah. my darling, cannot let you
60 These stolen moments are all too
short Kiss me just once again, be-
loved He held her yielding form in
wild embrace, kissing her not cAce,
but many times The influence Of the
night was upon them both.
why do we part. Edytha, darling2"
he whispered. Let us leave 1t all,
and together we will find land Of
sunshine and love, where you will be
mine forever Come. beloved, | cannot
live without you We will sail to-mor-
row and life VIII just begin"
Her form trembled. II It we're only
possible. dear one; but am afraid l
cannot break conventions, do not
dare. But. her voice hardened, 4
am only his chattel He bought me
with his money, he cares for nothing
but to exhibit me as he does his
horses. He doesn't even desire my
love, only to possess me ] have
hight to happiness viii 20. But
take me At once. Cyril. do not let me
think"
Only the moon saw the white
strained face Of Cyril Hamilton. This
was love indeed. but the price -ah, the
price. Quickly the white pure face Of
Ria wife. the laughter Of his children
flashed through his mind. He was
not bad man. but quite mad. The
seductive form and voice Of the wom-
an In his arms dispehed all thought
OF duty. Grasping her roughly in bis
excitement, he spoke rapidly In .
tense whisper:
"Edytha. my own. you know not
what this means TO me. 7 lay my
honor at your feet. with you in my arms
ali else ls forgotten. viii engage
passage for tomorrow night Meet
me at the dock tomorrow evening At
eight viii arrange everything
must leave you nov. ny darling;
cannot 60 10 again. Goodby until 10
morrow. aud then. oh. beloved. no
more good-byes"
He disappeared in the shrubbery
and she. shiyering slightly. turned and
entered The lighted rooms
II.
From Cyril Hamilton 70 Mrs Cyril
Hamilton
"The Painters Club. It Is due you
dear Margaret. that leave you some
word Of what I have done The pc
pers viii have It 10 a day or two, and
am stll man enough to spare yo1
that. When this reaches you, Marga
ret. win. according 70 the world
have dragged my honor and your
10 the dust. for ] am goinl
away and not alone. ! have neve
been to you what I ought Margaret
but believe me, have tried, tries
harder than you may think. but
have failed. My honor and my caree
have meant much 70 me. more than Z
most men. but can no longer contro
that Wild impelling force that BID
me take her and seek that happnes
Of which you In your calm. cool NJ
ture could never dream. You WI
never see me again. 50 forget me.
do not ask forgiveness. for With he
nothing else matters. and even IN
love bear my children cannot hol
me nov. For the last time.-CyriL
HI
The hurrying crowd. the noise an
confusion which attends the sal
ing Of a large steamer we're as notl
inc to whitefaeed, eager.lookin
man who. apparently waiting for SON
one scanned anxiously the faces
the passengers aishtshe iioh 7as
carriage cab or motor as each d
poaited its load. Some slngly, SON
IN groups. faces gay or sad. all full
the excitement Of the coming iourne
he was oblIvlous to them all aft'
one first searching glance.
Impaglently looking at bis watch L
the hundredth time. and nervously nc
ing the lateness Of the hour Cyril
face grew whittier as he choked bas
half sob more Of anxiety than
apprehension
He turned suddenly at a soft tou'
on his arm. NY darling, at la'
II" but he stopped short The vol