Evening star., 1909-04-21
nd Judy oGrady are sisters under their

skins!'
When Athlyne looked into Joys eyes.
and there was full opportunity for SO do
ing-all his intentions Of reserve went
from him. He was lover all over: MOTH
with her he loved. His eyes began to
glow. his knees to tremble. then every
muscle OF his body became braced; and
when he spoke his voice at once deep
sased and ID had 1aw os ring Which
ward him. Well It was for her main
purpose that her instinct had given that
first chill OF self-possession: had the man
been able to go on. from where he had
first started nothing that she knew OF
vented her from throwing herself straight
away into his arms. Had Athlyne not
begun with that same chill. which to him
took the measure OF repulse, he would
have caught her to him with all the pas
sion of many kinds which were beginning
to surge In him.
But what neither Of them could effect
alone. together they did. The pause Of
the fraction Of a second In the springing
OF their passion made further restraint
mechanism of humanity to carry the
movement Of the crank beyond its level.
Such machinery was not invented at the
time OF the organization OF Eden.
than I can say: moro than words can
tell!' His voice vibrated with the very
intensity Of his truth. joys eyes. despite
her efforts to keep them fixed, fell. Her
bosom rose and fell quickly and heavily
with the stress Of her breathing. Her
knees trembled and slow pallor took
the place Of the flush on her face. Seem
ingly unconsciously she murmured so
family that only a lovers ear sould hear
or follow It:
ssYS
The words dropped from her lips like
faint music. Instinctively she put her
hand on the wall beside her to steady her
self: she feared she was going to faint.
Athlyne, seeing and hearing. thrilled
through to the very marrow Of his bones.
His great love controlled, compelled him.
He made no movement toward her, but
looked with eyes of rapture. Such a mo-
ment was beyond personal satisfaction;
1t was OF the gods. not Of men. And SO
they stood.
Then the tears welled over In Joys eyes
beneath the fallen lids. They hung on the
dark, curly lashes and rolled like silver
beads down the softness OF her cheeks.
Still Athlyne made no sign; he felt that
the time had not yet come. The woman
and it was his duty-his sacred privi-
lege-to protect her. Unthinkingly he NOV
ed step back on the road he had come.
Instinctively Joy did the same. It was
WITHOUT tnOuSHt Or lntcntlOn on the part
Of either: all instructive, all natural The
usage OF the primeval squaw to follow
her master outlives races.
Then he paused. She came I'D to him
and they walked level. Not another word
had been spoken. but there are silences
that speak more than can be written in
ponderous tones. These two-this man
and this woman-knew. They had in thei.
hearts in those glorious moments all the
wisdom won by JOY and suffering through
all the countless ages since the Lord
rested on the first Sabbath eve and felt
that His finished work was good.
When. keeping even step. they had tax
en- a few quiet PAGES. Athlyne spoke in q
soft whisper that thrilled:
Joy. look at me!'
Without question or doubt Of any kind
she raised her shining eyes to his. And
then. slowly and together. as though in
obedience to some divine command, their
lips met In a long. loving kiss In which
their very souls went out each to the
other.
When their mouths parted. with mu-
tual sigh, each gave quick glance UP
and down the road: neither had thought
Of 1t before.
The tree Of the knowledge Of good and
evil did not die In Eden bower. It -four
ishes still In even the most unlikely places
all the wide world over. And they who
taste its fruit must look with newly open.
ed eyes on the world around them.
Together. still keeping step. not hold
ing each other. not touching except by
the chance Of movement they walked to