Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-01-28
1.-THE Shadow Between"
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CHAPTER Xxx.
To SAY Goodby.

such spring as few remembered
| The cold north winds spent them
selves before March was half through
Its course, and the soft southern
breezes blew sweetIy over sapphire
sea, and SO continued to blow till all
the fair Duchy laughed in the opulence
of summer beauty. Penny Downs in
April was a rolling sea of FURNISHED
gold. All the woods round Mawgan
Chase were huge pillows of tenderest
green, the sheltered hooks and glens
We're vivid with bluebells and wild
hyacinths. On the hillsides the daffo-
oils waved their golden heads in the
sunshine and along the hedgerows the
trailing bramble sprinkled patches Of
mother-of-Iearl. The meadows were
lush green shot with gold, with here
and there a splotch of white were the
daisies clustered; and over all was
the tender blue of the sky. SO fair a
world Grayton fancied he had never
seen before when he took his first short
excursion out of doors. He had rev.
eled in many spring times, but never
In one SO fair and sweet as this. His
FIRST considerable excursion was to
Mawgan Chase. He drove over the
hill in pony Bath chair, and pulled
up constantly that he might look at
the primroses hiding in the messy
fhedgerows or feast his eyes on the
banks Of blue bells beneath the trees.
He was very grateful to be out Of
doors again-more grateful than any
one could guess. And he was going
toisee the woman who, In his syes,
was fairer than aught else on earth.
His heart beat very fast when the
woods round Mawgan Chase came into
81 rht--not with hope, however, only
with longing. He had no hope of ever
whining Esther Margarine had no
Intention of trying. He could see no
future..in which she would share his
life. From worldly point of view
he was more utterly stranded than
ever before. He had had to resign
his curacy, and it was very doubtful
when he would be able to take an
other. As soon as he was able to
make the journey he was going home
to his people in Yorkshire, and he
might never see this fair Cornwall
again.
That he would leave his heart be-
hind him he knew 1t was one Of the
little ironies of life that the things,
most coveted were nearly always out
of reach. Nevertheless he believed he
would he able to cherish his ideal and
keep it unstained to the last. Love.
was more than marriage; indeed,
judging from what he saw, marriage
ofsen meant the spelling of love. The
romance Of life seemed to go when the
sillsen bands of love were cadlocked
with steel.
Nevertheless, being human, his heart
.ached fer possession and like most
men he cherished the illusion that
nothing could stale life's sweet ro-
nance if the woman he so idealized
became his wife.
Esther met him at the gate, her ewes
full OF tender sympathy-and full Of
something more, If he had only vision
to see. He had not the courage even
to press her hand, SO conscious was
he of the immeasurable distance that
lay between them. She shook up the
cushions for him and made him com.
Portable on the drawing room corch
and then came and sat near him. fold.
ing her hands across her knee.
q 1t was very delightful to rest there
among the cushions and look at her.
He wondered IL she appeared SO beau.
tiful or whether 1t was his love that
gloridedI her.
Mrs. Mawgan was taking her after.
noon nap upstairs, so that they had
q delicious hour all to themselves and
vet, SO far as he was concerned. the
pain came very near the surface, "a
wondered more than once whether. il
he werei in position to keen q wife.
his courage would be equal to the oc.
castor. They Had tailed mainIn ,l,o,,+