The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-02-23
CHAP TER XLVII. "Janeti Janet,

Janet! Janet!'
 The engineer had not begun eloquently, so far as the written words go It was the little room which was called the manse drawing room, because the chill dren were not allowed to romp there-at least, not to break anything very valua- ble It was a small room, because in that house everything had to give way to tho imperious needs of the minister's books, which pinched the space necessary for the kitchen stores and threatened to encroach on the coal cellar.
 But at least Janet and Vic were alone. The loneliness of two is not the loneli- ness of one. Vic considered this an en- i tIrely new thought, as he remembered his yigils on the despoplados, outside Huelva, and recalled the nights when he watched the northerly stars over the eanal-l--e Nervion and the far chocolate wash of Bilbao bar.
 Was 1t for this he had come so far? For girl, rather slim than otherwise, with hair sweeping back like a mane from brow but not too high, firm lips, and a nose which the owner affirmed had been attached as an after thought with putty. That was Janet Fowler-yes, that is, except for her eyes, and the quick wit that lay underneath the broad brow on which the mair grew so low and light.
 Janet! Janet! I love you.
 lie ulu uOu say IlOTe. Ine SlTi Sdlu nothing at all. But she trembled. She would have given all she possessed something on the under side of five shil- lings-if she could have kept herself from trembling. But in spite of her will she shook like leaf blown by the force of his strong words. She heard such for the first time. Janet Fowler stood with her hands by her side alternately clasping and disentangling them, her face fitting frnpf rad fn nal och fn pnGn h , had written for this. hoped for this all most prayed for this! And now it had come-it was quite different! This big man with his commanding ways, his shoulders squared, his strong set face of granite-did she hear alright. when she thought that she detected the sob in his throat?
 "Janet-I love you--Janet Janetio
 She held him off whilst she asked a question. But Vic had been instructed in the not subtle casuistry of the occasion. Mir 1rongray had read him his lesson. The woorer had learned it.
 No" he answered. T never really loved her--I never loved but you. Janet. You taught me to live. When 1 was far away your sapphire eyes were like nails driven into my soul. I could not get loose from them!'
 All true-all to the point. But an hour or two before he would have tangled it all up with explanations and diminutions. Now the girl got it plain and strong-as indeed was the manly verity. For Vic Morris had loved only Janet-that is as a man ought to love a woman.
 How she wished now that she could think of something clever to say. If only he had told her all this thousand miles off and she had answered it with a pen in her hand! But no-there stood before her, and she could not take her eyes off his face She trembled-so violently, that Vic saw 1t. and changing his tone sudden ly charged her with loving him in return.
 'I don't--I don't!' she cried, so fiercely that he almost laughed, knowing different.
 s.Then stop shivering he retorted, tri- umphantly.
 That however, was far, far beyond her. And she knew it.
 q am cold,' she cried "but I don't love you!'
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