The Marshall republican., 1909-04-23

to the play the next night-or rather
that night, for It was now about four
in the morning-and shortly after we
tumbled into bed together and slept
until late the next day.
Giles and / went to Berkeley Square
in the afternoon. protesting Just 10
have arrived from Portsmouth. Giles
expressed his thanks in the hand
soonest manner to Sir Peter for his
kindness, and made himself, as usual.
highly agreeable to Lady Hawkshaw.
Neither Lady Arabella nor Daphne
were at home, but came in shortly
after Giles had left. Lady Arabella
made some sighting remark about
Giles, as she always did whenever OPP
portunity offered. Daphne was very
kind to me, and ! gave her to under.
stand privately that l was ready to
haul down my nag at the first sum.
mons to surrender.
The family from Berkeley Square
was going &c the play that night. and
l mentioned that Giles and l would be
there together. And so, Just as the
playhouse was lighting up. we walked
In. After the curtain was up, and when
Mrs. Trenchard was making her great
speech in Percy" I motioned Giles
to look toward Lady Hawkshaw's box.
Her ladyship entered on Sir Peters
arm; his face was very red. and he
was growing under his breath. to
which Lady Hawkshaw contributed
an obligato accompaniment In q sepul.
chral voice; and behind them. In all
the splendor Of her beauty, walked
Lady Arabella, and last, came swee;.
sweet Daphne.
The first glimpse Giles caught Of
Lady Arabella seemed to renew In an
instant the spell she had cast on him
ave years before. He seemed almost
like a mailman. He could do nothing
but gaze at her with eyes that seemed
starting ou Of his head. He grew
pale and then red, and was like a man
In a frenzy. 1t was all I could do to
moderate his voice and his looks in
that public place. Luckily, Mrs.
Trenchard being on the stage, all eyes
were, for the time, bent on her.
/ hardly knew how we sat the play
out. / had to promise Giles q dozen
times that the next day I would take
him to Berkeley Square. When the
curtain went down, he fairly leaped
his way out Of the playhouse to see
Lady Arabella get into the coach.
That was a fair sample Of the way
he raved for days afterward. He
haunted Berkeley Square, where he
was welcomed always by Sir Peter
and Lady H~awkshaw, asked to dine
frequently. and every mark OF favor
shown him.
Lady Arabella remained cold aud
Indifferent to him. About that time
overton appeared a little in his old
haunts, although much changed and
sobered. Neither wounds nor illness
had impaired his looks and charms,
but rather he had become an object Of
interest and sympathy from his gal
liant behavior in the field. Sir Peter,
who had always liked him, began to
poster him to come to Berkeley
Square, which he did q few times be-
cause he could not we'll decline Sir
Peter and Lady H~awkshaw's pressing
and friendly invitations. | believed,
however. that In spite OF his forced
composure he felt cruelty abashed be.
fore Lady Arabella. She, however,
showed an amazing GOODNESS, and even
began to be a little kind to Giles,
from scme obscure motive OF her own.
believe every act of her life with re-
gard to men had some reference to
her passion for Overton.
All this time, though. from the
nieht Of the play, Daphne and l had
been secretly happy; for on the very
next day, catching her alone. / told
her, In plain and seamanlike language,
that | loved her, and when she showed
a disposition to cut and run, I said to
her, very boldly:
Since you scorn my love. ! have
the esource that every one OF my
calling has In these days. I shall soon
so to sea. and upon the deck OF my
ship / can find death. since life is
nothing to me without my Daphns's
love"
At which. without the least warning,
she suddenly fell Into my arms. cry
ing;
You'll break my heart, " you talk
in that way!" and l perceived that she
was, only maneuvering for position.
! do not know exactly what hap
pened next, except I was In that
heaven, Daphne's arms. when I looked
UP and caught the butler and two foot.
men grinning at me. But Il mattered
not.
Next morning Daphne and ] met In
the drawing room. an usual. after
breakfast; but what o meeting 1t was!
We had barely time to scuttle back to
our chairs when Sir Peter entered