The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-11-04

tIiI lHstSh rum your ldce IL VIII De
the end. And | do not want tins ever
to end. If you will not let ne see your
face of your own free will. so be il. |
shall see it some day mark me- Fate
does not cross two paths in this man
ner without a purpose" He stepped
back slowly. You do not understand
the lure Of that mask"
Perhaps | do. / am beginning to
admire your self control. Mr.. Hillard.
But | am tired now. and | must ask
you to go"
Once more. will you let me see
your face:"
No. II, as you say. fate intends for
US to meet again you will see it. But
/ have my doubts. So it is my will TO
pass out of your life as completely as
though l had never entered it-fr0m
one fog into another. No. | am not a
happy woman. l am not happy in my
friendships. Listen to me-" and her
voice grew low and sweet Let me
appeal to your Imagination. This light
adventure shall be souvenir for your
old age. One night romance stepped
into your life and out of it. Think
There will always be the same charm,
the same mystery, the same enchant-
ment. | shall always be Cinderella
or the sleeping beauty or what your
fancy wills. Do you understand me?
Nothing" she proceeded. nothing
lasts 50 long in the recollection as a
pleasant mystery in other days, in
other times. Well ON my side | shall
recall this night pleasantly. Without
Knowing it you have given me a new
foothold in life. l did not believe that
there lived Il single man who could
keep to the letter of his bargain.
Good night! And do not lean out Of
any more windows" she added lightly.
You are right" he said reluctantly.
something to dream over in my old
age. And certainly | shall dream of
tia fash Of sunlight in the window"
Then slowly he reached down to-
ward her wineglass She understood
his purpose and essayed to stop him.
'Do not deny me this little thing"
he said
She let her hand fall He took the
glass, held it against the light to see
where her lips had touched it. Care
fully he poured out the wine from the
opposite side and kissed the rim.
Il shall keep this glass | must have
some visible object to make sure that
this hasn't been a dream"
You may kiss my hand, Mr.. HiIard
He bent quickly and kissed not the
hand. but the wrist where the marks
of his fingers still remained family.
He squared himself and gazed long
and steadfastly into her eyes. There
was a iutter in her heart that she
was unable to define. On his part he
realized the sooner he was gone the
better. There was limit to his self
control. He gained the street some
how. There he stopped and turned
Did the curtain move? He wasn't
sure, but he raised his hat, settled it
firmly on his head and walked rapidly
away.
There was little sleep for him that
night. and in the morning the first
tnlnS he 0ld was to pick up the wine
glass. 1t was all true. And then his
good resolutions melted and vanished.
He must have one more word with her
happen what might. SO at 10 O'Clock
he called cab and drove rapidly to
the sanford place. Snow had fallen
during the night, and many of the
steps We're still spotless white Impos-
sible! He leaned from the cab and
rubbed his eyes. Absolutely impossi-
BILE! For what did he see? Wooden
shutters over all the lower windows
and the iron gates closed before the
doors! And not a footprint anywhere
This was extraordinary. He jumped
from the cab. ran up the steps and
rang the bell-rang it ten times with
minute intervals. And no one an
swered, Then he heard a call from