The San Francisco call., 1908-03-22
rns san francisco Sunday Call

thing to say to that-and cry the
awhile. kitty should hear what the ambassador mas
to say ss. .o,r.bsnts, n. meaning instantly should
she refuse him audience he would proclaim 10 20 -
the town that she had gone to % nam it
not fear Of him but curiosity which Kept ner 70
q Am so much to town. then that it would
make news mea You not very clever Lord Har- liar
Of you. Let's begin the parley with that"
Kity-what golden head the moo" moonlga, G.s1,
why do you plague me in this way-dont love you
TOO Well. my lord-at present By and BY you you
would me at Oh. what a beautiful anec.
ashamed Lord aarsorns. to treat simple people sOF
He opened HIS eyes wide at this .or INV word, oh.
I've no stomach for that; come closer to me- hi''y'
But Kitty's line Of argument not to be inter
rupted. -
-"brbing thern SO that even mock their
presence in the house Do you think-that am 70 oe
my dear baby. don't care which way It is; 50 long
as you are won Why not listen yoye never an
~oh my dear Iord-what a memory
And here at Brighton you've treated better
than dog--a mere mongrel who has 1orsotesn nov
WON'T
in truth we find both in his manner OF speaking anu
his nsoIence toward her something very foreign 10 e
In a word nv lord Harborne haA been just the half
of hour long the bottle and this clowns
and would have readily escaped hm-but every time
she tried to rise his arm closed about herand fearing
to provoke him to something more impudent Sne sun
Dogs have no souls-they must suffer sometimes"
sne said would you go home If said the word?'
Not step OF the way Your eyes hold me like
Iodestar is that fault? Not bit of ttolanle the
moonlight and pretty face BY all there is in life
make you love me- Is 1T nothing that Il have more TO
offer than any you've met will meet2 Kitty.
my sacred word OF honor I'll give you anything
world: you shall love me-"
for that Oh Ia now I'm sure the wind begins TO blow
you Ill with fever my lord?
7 would have you for my little wife Kitty won't
But you must-I irsst-oh. my lord-you
must not touch me
He tried to catch her in his embrace. and for in
slant succeeded defyins her strength and pressing
down into her own his lips almost at hers when
with a quick moment she slipped from his and.
whip from his arm and cut him over the face with it.
My lord bore the scar of that to his dying day 1t
which he was TO pay heavy price
Some dogs must be whippedr' she cried. savagely.
then. throwing the weapon from her hand shs
though furies of shame upon heels;
cared not whittier If she might but him Moth
her; Honor Marwood's visit; the false story Of
Brighton and seek out her knswoman Marlow-her
mind remained blank to these. The insut-how
the memory of 1t seemed to scorch her SOUL
To Kitty it appeared almost though she had been
had happened why had she stayed to listen to him?
Why had she permitted him to touch her hands?
Kitty shuddered again when she recalled them. She
had forgotten the the hour, the o
absenceshe wished hide herself from all the world
And this her condition when quite of
fact. she arrived the outskirts village
Brighton, walked indeed to my lords
there discovered in instant that her lips
locked the flood gates Of her grief that
could tell all her story who with
boys a mans sympathy.
We shall say in word that he other than
old friend Ensign Willoughby who had
the house hour carrying urgent message
from the prince to Lord Churchill. thus we
shall believe providentally Kity's In
the hour of her greatest