The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1908-02-15
CHAPTER xxxvII.-contfnued

CHAPTER xxxvI1.-Contrnued.
But before he comes. my treasure"
murmured the dear old soul. Il would
have you know that Ill never believe
pure. Some day, perhaps. you Will love
me we'll enough to tell me the secret
which is gnawing at your heart
depression of intense soul-agony which
was suddenly apparent In every line OF
the wan young face,
Ursula bent her tall. graceful figure.
and raising the gentle. motherly hands
to her hot lips. she kissed them win
passionate tenderness. 49,, n,.h
In Gods name, my dear. Kind pu zen,
helped me 10 keep calm; must not
break down -. not no"
There was sound OF firm footsteps
crossing the chamber beyond. Ursula
drew herself up. and for moment q
strange. scared expression came into
her face, then one of intense. vet mex
pressible tenderness.
Mutely she beckoned to the. old Duch
ess. who. understanding. this, earnest
appeal withdrew without utterinE an
The next moment the door at the
further end OF the hall was opened, "a
page loudly announced:
And for the first time since the aW,
ful moment when alien intrigues had
parted them. these two. who had 80
fondly loved so deeply suffered were
alone. face to face at last.
CHAPTER xxxvIII.
The Last Farewell.
She saw In a moment how much
older he looked. and quantity wonderea
whether the black doublst and CLOAK
lpenet--happiest Of dogs now that his
master roamed about with him once
t.more-walked with proud step peslde
him.
| She looked such dainty picture.
framed In the rich embrasure OF tns
great window. her graceful nSure, VIII
noble on the raised dais. ethereal and
almost ghostlike with It's rich white
draperies.
tered the room the events OF the last
fortnight suddenly vanished from ms
memory. she was there before. him
IN that. same soft gown OF WHITE e. "a az ;
marguerites? and once rnore-as he
had done .then--he vaguely wondered
what color were her eyes. oh ms ms i'p pf
her passionate kiss, and once again
to smell the perfume OF her golden
hair. as for that one brief, heaVeniS
But realiy-wanton. crude and cruel
Chased this brief. happy vision away
with one cut OF her swishing l tha
sam same 'n face 'f and form. but with wild,
restless eyes bare neck and bosom
and with the spaniard'sa hand resting
masterfully on her shoulder n, lf.e l. ana an.
saw the cold. contemptuous look In his
eyes. the shudder which shook his pow
erful frame as he approached her. ana
she Of wfu self
! control which he interposed between
i But the obeisance which he made to
You desired to speak, with me. lady?''
d ds;lsnaedl to save is entirely at your ser
i She had stepped down from the dais
as he approached. calling upon every
g gran M't to WOMAN u Who loves to touch
the heart Of the. loved one. Though
she knew. that forever. after he and a. g
wGn as BE FOR hm
vaguely she had begun to delude neT :,
self with the hope that after az. Only
q great misunderstanding t eXistfbu efo ore
4 they spoke, the last, words Of fare WEI
4 their hands would meet lust once
again--only as friends-only as . Sunr,
rades perhaps-but closely trustlullS
1t was solely in this hope that she
had begged for an Interviews, 41,a
His coldness chilled her,. NOW ina.
he was near her again. she Loncss n.y. =
became conscious of that bitter le n,,saG
OF awful jealousy which nag caIs set
lher the most exquisite henrtacFe Wnilt ~
! a human being could be called upon I.
endure Memory brought back to ne
the vision of another Woman-an VI.
known creature whom he loved 70 q,
destruction OF his own soul ana nonol
And with the advent Of this memory
Il the tender appeal died upon her lips
and she only said In a hard. callou'
ii voice.: iss ~
may, Indeed" he replied, with II,
same icy calm, "there is much I aouEn
: to say, Is there not? I should tell yol
how grateful am for my life. Whlct
I owe to YOU. And yet cannot ever
!. find 1t in my heart TO say thank you
: for; SO worthless gift
"Does life. then. seem SO bitter. nov nov
a wanton and a coward?" she retortes
bIVehemently.
He looked at her, n little puzzled b,
l her tone, then said QuictlS:
s"Nay THE woman loved has prove'
tneither a wanton nor a coward
only an Illusions Il sweet dream g
| Youth and Innocence, which J. poor 1901
There was such an inhnity OF SAD
mess. of deception. and or lfe-endufinl
SORROW. in his voice as ne smoke tha