Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1908-05-19

cries ne III SltHeu tone, what L 1elf
when l saw you therein that dark room
with that fellow"
NO says she in a low Tone She
draws back involuntarily, as if frightened
by his manner. '.Why do you speak of
him like that? Why should / not &c with
him! | like him: he is always very kind
to me-
Il despise him." begins he sharply,
flercely, then checks himself. After all,
wat is he to say? How explain to her
that Everard's reputation is not all it
ought to be? Come down. says he
hoarsely, pointing to the gardens beneath,
Il can't talk to you here. Let US stop
here" says he, when they have come to
clump of evergreens that hides them effec-
tually from any passer-by. His heart
is still hot within him, and his voice
sounds to her stern and harsh. Such
tone from Brian Deane would have been
met by cold anger on her part, but from
Hilary II must speak to you"
"Oh, but not In that voice." She lays
her hand gently on his arm. "You have
been so good to me always that-that you
will have to go on being good"
Suddenly in his grief and despair all
things are cast aside and she is in his
arms, her cheek pressed against his own,
his heart beating madly against hers
MY darling my own Amber oh |!
it is folly TO tell you love you. You
know-you must know"
yes, yes. But you must not love me-"
This is dreadful; but he takes courage
from the fact that as she gives sound
to this awful sentence her arms tighten
round him. He passes it over very light
ly indeed.
I'm not worth thinking about" says
he But do you love me, my sweet
hearth"
mol" says she, in a tone that she
foAdly hopes is heroic, but is only tear
full
"Oh! Amber! and here" He tightens
his arms round her. ITO say that here"
1T was lie,' cries poor Amber, Civ
ing in miserably. But how can / love
you, or let you love me, with this stain
on my fathers name?"
Nonsense if that is ALL jubilantly.
1T is ALL" solemnly. But No.
let me stand away from you; butt
means everything. | shall not let you
love me until my fathers memory is
cleared"
why, think, darling" cries he, still
holding her hands, as he cannot hold
herself "Who believes in that absurd
story of the missing jewels, except our
mad old uncle Sir Lucien?"
And Brian Deanep'
II don't believe he knows anything. 1
don't really. He has only been working
on Sir Lucien's nerves, first, perhaps
with view to making money out of him.
and latterly to get him to forward his
marriage with you"
Still, Hilary, / cannot marry you.
Don't think me cold, or heartless, because
do love you, do, do"
my own darling girl p
"Only--to marry you! With such a
cloud as this shame hanging over me. Oh,
no, l couldn't"
'Let us talk of ourselves. You are
mine now, you are mine, Amber! Say
that. Here stands my affianced bride I"
'You won't tell anyone about it. will
your" she entreats; and then, seeing re-
bellion in his face, You will promise
that, you must. You will promise faith
fully to tell no one"
II don't think l can. At least
smiling at her perturbed face-''not faith
fully. l want to tell Sir Lucien for one"
"Oh not Sir Lucien."
''He first l could not stand the idea
of hiding our engagement from him of
all people," There is so much loyalty to-
wards her in this eager desire to tell the
man who has been so unjust to her all
along, of his own admiration and love
for her, that Amber's eyes grow full of
tears, half sad, half happy. Oil if only
things had been different!
HE will disinherit you"
Let him! I've a thousand year of
my own, left me by my poor mother. We
can pull along very well on that Can
go out to India and live happy there ever
after"
You would give up all Sir Lucien's
immense Wealth. She turns upon him
with flashing eyes. And for me No,
no. Do you think for one moment
would hear of such thing? No, take
back every word I have said. | won't be
engaged to you, Hilary. No. not in any
way. You may think l don't mean it.
but l do
viii you take back / love you'?"
Yes, certainly. | never meant i, 1t"
with little stamp of her foot-"was
a mere folly. OF course l don't love you"
So firm, so determined is her whole
air, so fierce is the stamp of her foot
that in spite of his effort to control him
self, Hillary bursts into roar of laugh
ter. He is Mortified at himself. but can
not control his amusement. and indeed it
stands him in good stead. If he Lad
talked to her sensibly for half day, not
one of his wise arguments would so have
convinced her of his determination to have
and to bold Der as does this irrepressible
burst of laughter.
Forgive me-" says he at last.
"0h! you can laugh If you like; but
I mean it, Her tone, however, is, a little
feeble.
Not you," says he comfortably. And
even if you did''-drawing her tenderly to
him. and pressing her sweet and lovely
head against his shoulder-.'it would be
of no use. | have given myself to you,
and you have given yourself to me: and
-" He pauses. We'll. that's ALL says
he. And so it seems it is.