The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-07-06

once more. Not impetuously now, bu | with a gentle reverence.
 | ''Sweetheart,H he said 'I ain't fit tt | kiss one of those soaked little mocc'- | sins of yours. I never worried much | before, bout such things;-but now | kind of wish I'd done diff,rent in lots | of things; so's I could tell you Twas | reely worth your marvin. But ii | you'll help me, Dey, I'm goin' to be everything you'd want. An one o1 these days I'll make you proud of me. ' I'm prouder of you now, dear,-and I've always been prouder-than I could
 be of any other man alive" she in-
 sisted. "Oh, the miracle of it!" Before he could stay her.. or so much as guess her. intent, she had slipped to her knees. Stopping to raise her, he saw her hands were clasped and her lips moving. Awed, he drew back a pace, and looked timidly upward into
 the star country. Then. shutting his
 eyes very tight he opened communica- tion with heaven for the first and last time in his life.
 *ThanksY' he muttered under his breath.
 A pause of mental hiatus,-a helpless gropfng for words in a wild universe of incoherenr gratitude;--then once more a numb1ed shy 'Thanksr'-and
 the prayer.-two words in all,-was ended.
 eloquent prisons than his have pene- trated less far beyond the frontier of the stars and less close to the ear of the Hearer and Answerer.
 Desiree had risen. Simply. half shyly, like two little children, they kissed each other.
 'Now you must go to sleep" he ordered. picking up the macintosh and wrapping it closely about her.
 ."To sIeep!' she echoed After this |? happy hours again by sleeping through them. I couldn't sleep now to save my life, even if wanted to-. And I don't want to. Please let me do the bossing just a title longer. dear teart.''
 He had flung another armfuI of wood upon the fire. Now. picking Desiree up as he might have lifted a. baby. he returned to the stump seat. Holding her in his arms. close to his breast. he sat there. and gaZed into the flames.
 Tired, deliriously content, she nestled to him with a sigh of absolute rapture. There they remained; still; ineffably beatific; at rest; while the fire snapped merrily and the dog at their feet grow lingly pursued numberleSs cOveyS of low-flying cartridges through the aisles of dreamland. Then
 'I don't s'pose I'll ever reely under
 
 always been thinkin' I looked on you like you were my daughter an that was a million years older'n you'd ever get to be. Am now in just one second the whole world turns inside out. an I land in heaven; Pm talkin' bout heaven tonight like any sky-scout, ain't I? But it sort of seems the only, word."
 'tIt is very near us." she made reply softly. See" raising herself in his or md nut fI,a gleaming mists below them. "See, the world is new. The seas have swept over all it's old sins and follies and sordid workaday life. This island stands alone in the universe. All the rest is engulfed. And you and I are the only people on Gods new earth. We have risen above the old life of mistakes and blindness. Here,-alone in our new marvel world,-forever and ever"
 Her head sank on his breast He buried his face in the fragrant wonder of her hair. And once more they fell silent.
 .'There ain't a thing I won't do for you. girl,'' went on Conover, by and by. "Al1 by myself I've got rich an I've won ev'ry fight I've made. With you to work for I'll hammer away at Old Man Destiny till I've got the whole State in my best pocket. Yes, an I'll try for the White House, too3 before Pm done; if you'd like me to. We're goin' to build the biggest, most ex- pensive house, right off, that was ever put up in Granite. We'll build it on Pompton Ave'noo, right in the thick make it. An you'll have all the ser wants an horses an joolry an every thing else you want. There won't be a thing money can buy that you can't have. I'll fight the whole world till I've piled up such a fortune as'll make those great big eyes of yours dazzled. An it'll all be for you. All yours"
 ''You darling old schoolboy!' she laughed. Even your daydreams are studded with dollar signs. What do you suppose care for such things? have you, and we're to be together al- ways and always. What else could I want? And, dear" more gravely, 'I'd we stayed just as we are and not try for more wealth or more pow CT. I seem to see such things in a new way tonight. Every dollar you win, every forward step in fame or fortune that you take, may mean un- lucky. And, we are so happy, heart of mine, that we can surely let others be happy too. Can't we? Let us be content where we stand. You are so rich already that everyone envies you. Don't let's turn that envy into hatred by ,wringing more from people who aI- ready have less than we. It will make me so much comforta bier to feel we are using our wealth Tor happiness. Both for our own and for other peo- oles'. Am talking like goody- | yoody~ Sunday School teacher? I don't | mean to. But I know my way is best"
 ''It's always best" he agreed after moment. "An' even if it wasn't it's | your way; and so it goes. We'll do | whatever you say. It'll seem queer to | stop fightin'. But,-it'u seem nice, too l never thought I'd feel that way. But | do now. An always shall, while | you're by me. You can do anything you want to with me. You always could, an you always can."
 Your arms are so big-so strong"
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