The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-04-26

1 of trees which here shut out the houses ! altogether and heightened the air of | privacy of the bye road, the mountain | slopes rose before her.
 This was the opportunity for which | Athlyne was waiting. He had hardly dared to hope that it would be in | spot so well adapted to his wishes. Dear simple soul. he never imagined that it had been already chosen marked down by 8 keener intellect than his own. and that Intellect woman'S.
 Joy knew that he was coming; that he was drawing closer; that he was at hand. It was not needed that she had now and again thrown half glance behind her at favOura ble moments as she went. There was at work a sub- tier sense than any dealing with mere optics; a sense that can float on either waves as surely can any other pot same sense specialized. The sense that
 makes soul known to soul. sex to sex; that tells of the presence of danger; !; that calls kind to kind. and race to race. from the highest of creation to the lowest. And so she was prepared and waited. calm after the manner of her sex. Fer when woman waits for the coming of man her whole being is in suspense. Though in secret her heart beat painfully Joy did not look round made no movement till the spoken words reached her:
 Miss Ogilvie is it not!
 SolOWIy SIS IuTflcu. dS lo d NolCO OoI partly heard or partly remembered. AthIyne felt his heart sink down. down as he saw the slowneSs of the move ment and realized the absence of that quick response which he had long and continuous thinking since last night encouraged himself to expect. The quick gleam of pleasure in the face as she turned. the light in her marvellous grey eyes. the gentle blush which de- spite herself passed like an Alpenglow from forehead to neck did not alto gether restore his euuanimity' or even encourage him sufficiently to try to re- gain that pinnacle Of coTnplacent hope on which up to then he had stood.
 'Why MT. Hardy she said warmly as she rose quickly to her feet. Tnls is real nice. I was afraid we were not going to see you whilst we were in England"
 It was beautifully done; no wonder that some women can on the stage carry a whole audience with them when off it so many can deceive in tellects more powerful than their own. And yet it was not all acting. She did not intend it as such; not for a mo- ment did she wish or intend to de- ceive. It was only the habit of obedl- ence to convention which was guiding natural impulse into safe channels For who shall say where nature-the raw. primeval crude artic1e-ends or where convention. which is the artful- ness necessitated by the elaboration of organized society. begins. A man well known in New York used to say: "All men arc equal after the fish!' K1pling put the same idea in another way: t'the ColoneFs Lady and Judy O'Grady are sisters under their skfns.'
 When Ath1yne looked into Joys eyes and there was full opportunity for so doing-an his intentions of reserve went from him. He was lover all over; nothing but lover. with wild desire to be one 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 deepened and had masterful ring which seemed to draw Joys very soul out towards him. We'll it was for her main purpose that her instinct had given that first chill of self-possession; j; had the man been able to go on from where he had first started nothing that she knew of reserve of Self-reStra1nt could have prevented her from throw ing herself Straightway into his arms Had Athlyne not begun with that same chill. which to him took the measure of a repulse. he would have caught her to him with all the pas sion of many kinds which were be- ginning to surge in him.
 But what neither of them could ef- feet alone. together they did. The pause of the fraction of a second in the springing of their passion made further restraint possible. There is no f1y-whee1 in the mechanism of human ity to carry the movement or the crank beyond its level. Such machinery was not invented at the time of the or ganization of Eden.
 "I have longed for this moment more than can say; more than words can tell" His voice vfbrdted 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. Seemingly unconsciously she murmured so faintly that only lovers ear could hear or follow it:
 "I have longed for it too-oh so muchv' The words dropped from her lips like faint music. Instinctively she put her hand the wall beside her to steady herself; she feared she was