The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-04-21

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you hate me-"
Dearest That is a sweet word-but so easily
spoken. Yet woman likes it. Oh we women are
so silly. When do you start, Henry? This morn
ing? This afternoon?
start where, sweetheart!'
Back, to get the ransom, if you can; to do as
you like; to war, to love; to regain kingdom, to
say sweetheart to other You say it very
nicely Henry. i used to love it. do not think
Del Orc say it so, but he says it in new way.
One tires of the old-doeSn't one Henry?'
7,HE queens voice was mechanical hurried. and
in the middle of each tinted cheek glowed a spot
of red not from the rouge. Her fingers nervousy
plucked and turned the fan in her lap.
Explain to about my going, please" said the
king still gently.
Il? Oh you are going. The matter easily
settled. You want to go, don't you, Henry? Cap
tain Del Orc has consented. He will give you
little time for collecting the ransom Maybe it is
larger than you think best. You need not
send it, Henry. shall be quite happy here. The
captain loves me--oh he has said so many nice
things, and l believe them. am to be his queen,
Henry Yes, queen; and queens must be very
happy, with a king for husband. No. do not
This Del Orc? This thug-this robber-this
murderer, making love to you? And you listened?
Why-Doris!'
But he is man-and men make love where
they please, don't they, Henry? You do not care.
Why should you care? Do you not want me to be
loved? A woman is made to be loved, Henry-and
l am woman You are so selfish
but Del ORC. You, Doris? And you would have
me go, and leave you? 1t is monstrous! You can
not it, You may not forgive but you
shall not do this You my wife; why dearest,
you are wife,
ooh yes, shall. What is wife to you, Henry?
When am gone then maybe you will love me.
You do not hate you, Henry. Del Orc may
tire. Men do tire. Then you may want again,
perhaps the ransom is fetched.
He will not hurry you with the ransom. Go back
to your kingdom-what kingdom is it? Oh yes;
a kin gdom Of two arms is it not? And -
But to take you back-from him, Doris?'
but why not? You would have take you
back from her But it will not be necessary L
shall try not to call upon him He swears he loves
Up here there not other women to tempt
him and steal him from me. oh, women are so
cruel, and men false but it is the woman
who suffers l shall suffer again am so
happy 1t is much better to be the Lady
Louise than Queen Doris. | am the Lady Louise;
yes, l am. That funny man with the great head
is my uncle Oh yes; one knows different.
want to believe it--but sometimes'-and she low
cred her voice, if in contidence-"I am puzzled.
You think me crazy?' she resumed. My head
does hurt-but that is better than the heart hurt
and | burn so-but that is better than being cold.
You must go, Henry. Your kingdom waits
would furnish YOU with kingdom, if could, for
once loved you; but have no kingdom worth
your notice. not dark enough to be your
love- Henry. Sometime maybe will be. The sun
up here scorches so. Del Orc loves me- ! shall
stay 1t is SO nice to be loved. If only you might
be Del Oro You may kiss my hand, Henry-and
then you must go. See-they waiting for you.
1t is my left hand. Del Orc kissed my right. Call
dear-softly, Henry, like you used to. Hurry.
Henry
CIR Hugo and Del Orc had emerged from the
~ cabin and were standing, talking before it, Sir
Hugos large head wagging earnestly Now catch
ing the kings gaze he beckoned; and Del Orc sup
plemented with an imperious summoning nod.
Hurry Henry You must go. Get the ransom
that will be best You need not come back;
shall be very happy But unless the is
sent Del Orc will kill my uncle, and that would
make unhappy. You do not poor, good
Sir Hugo to be killed do you, Henry? And please
take this black thing away do not want it up
here 1t is black, and it comes from below, and it
makes me shudder. Take it, far, far away
Again Sir Hugo beckoned, and hawknose nodded
impatently.
God have mercy! | cannot go." moaned the
king, staggering to his feet.
AT that moment from the lower end of TIC
meadow noated conversation laughter and
Whitney; and trudged, approaching, group OIL
men, bringing with them a horse, upon its back
woman