The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1909-04-21

against the nate or the world. There |
had not been a moment when her own |
love for him wavered. She worshiped |
him now as she had In the beginning. |
The revelation of broom, the theatric |
scenes In the cafe, the crushing Of the |
small hope she had cherished, all con-
spired in this secure moment to waken
her into a realization of what an over
balancing power love is.
Unconsciously her fingers frightened
upon his, and her body drew closer
She was arraying herself against the
fear that she might lose this haven Of
rest and joy. after all-the haven she
had been willing to scourge and destroy
in the bitterness of her heart great
wave Of pity for herself came sweeping
over her. 1t grew out of the dread that
he might, after all. deny her the place
that no one else in the world could
give.
Graydon's cold face was suddenly IL
lumined. The incomprehensible sweet
ness of pain rushed through his blood.
He had given up his hope as blighted
after the harsh hour with broom. He
could not believe his new found sue
cess. Doubt. unbelief. enveloped him
as he raised her head. kiss crying for
its kind His arm crept behind her
shoulders. She did rot offer repulse.
Her wet cheek touched his in submits
sion. 1t was the first time his hungry
arms had held her in centuries. 1t
seemed to him-and to her. 1t was the
first time their lips had met, except In
dreams. since that horrid night SO
long ago.
"Jane, Janer' he was whispering in
her ear. Her plans. her purposes, her
sacrifices. were running away from her
in riotous disorder. She could not hold
them in check. They fed like weak
lings before the older and stronger
hopes and desires.
They did not know of the blockade of
cabs at the corner of Forty-second
street nor how long they stood there.
Shouting cabmen and police officers
tried to rival the white blizzard in pro-
fuseness, but they did not hear them.
"Oh. Graydon. l cannot, must not!'
she was crying. holding his hand with
almost frenzied disdain for the words
so plaintively loyal. "It is out of the
question. dearest. You know 1t is.
love you-oh. how / love you! But
Il must not be your wife. II
"I've had enough of this. Jane" he
said SO firmly that she stiffened percep-
tibly In his arms Its all COMPOUNDED
rot. Excuse me- but 1t is. know you
think you're right. but you're not. Old
Elias gave the best advice in the world.
You know what 1t was. We've just got
to make our own happiness. Nobody
else will do 1t for us. and it's just as
easy to be happy IS 1t is to be the other
way. I'm tired of pleading. I've wait
ed as long as intend to. We're going
to be married tomorrow"
"Graydonv'
Don't refuse! It's no use, dearest
We've lost year or two. don't In
tend to lose another day. What do
care about your father and mother
What did they care about you? Yol
owe all the rest of your life to your
self and to me. Come. will you con
sent willingly orr He paused. Sh'
was very still in his arms for a lont
time.
81 do so want to be happy" sh'
, said at last. refectively. mo. no
, Don't say anything yet. am onl!
wondering how 1t will be after we've
been married for a few years. Wher
I'm growing old and plain and yo'
begin to tire of me, as most men grow
: weary of their wives-what then