Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-07-29
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I were welded, indeed, into = strange
unity and harmony. ~
Suddenly, as he looked upon the
summer fields, as he turned to the
gracious lady by his side, Basil Mar
riott knew, with swift realization,
that in all his life he had never known
anything. any splendid moment, so
rare and perfect as this.
The moment of all moments had
come. He had the curious certainty,
which required neither confirmation
nor proof, that from his heart to her
| heart strange electric currents were
passing, like the swift passage of a
shuttle in the loom of Fate itself
He was always, had always been,
in life man Of singularly direct i'm
pulse-things had come to him with
out subtlety, they had always been so
for him--singularly direct and real
And SO now, now, at this moment
Of all moments, he did the direct the
simple, the primeval thing. sgs
He wheeled round upon his heels
and saw her looking over the sunlit
country with musing, dreaming eyes
He caught her by the hands and
drew her towards him.
Dearest" he said, you of all wom-
en- in the world, are the one girl for
me! 1t is terrible, know-at least,
suppose you will think so-it is
swift, it is sudden, but cannot help
it. What l have to say I must say
here and now. And, oh, girl of all the
girls that ever were, it is just this:
From the first moment when | saw
you, I knew, unconsciously, that there
was no one like you-that you and l
were destined for each other-made
for each other! l knew that I loved
you, and now I know it as consum-
ing fire in all my veins, and as one
great, unalterable, uncomfortable pas
sion.
Dear, radiant girl! Princess Of
my heart-queen Of my life-whatever
you may say, know that you are
mine, and that am yours! Forget
everything. Come to met"
A bee droned past them, with a
deep, diapason, organ sound.
Somewhere in the shy recesses Of
the woodland, a sleepy bird sent out
a single f1ute-like trill.
She looked at him very gravely for
a moment, and then---as it was or
dained from the very fsst-she made
her dear surrender.
Sges were falling upon her face. She
cooed and murmured little shy, mar
ticulate words of love.
Man and maiden, clean, unspotted
with their heritage of love unspoiled
within them, were mated and elapsed
at last, as the yellow, low, summer
sun poured down upon them and the
bird in the woodland took up the live
ly burden Of his song.
An anthem of their own swift, pure
love!
Very gravely and quietly they
walked up the avenue again towards
the house. They walked hand in
hand
AS they neared the garden once
1uOIc luCy uSdIu Tic CLICK u. inc CTO-
quet balls, and an eXultant shout from
the old rector came to them-he had
performed more than ordinary feat
in his tortuous game!
And then a maid came hurrying
towards them-a maid with silver
tray, upon which was the fimsy en-
velope of a telegram.
ErNhjc ta1horar, hos ooY,o 1rr,,,
Miss Daisy" she said.
Daisy took it from the tray and tore
it open.
1t was long telegram-three sheets
of government paper cracked in
Daisy's shapely hand. She read them
and turned to Basil.
oh" she said, what does this
mean?"
He took the papers from her and
read them.
This was the telegram:
| (To be continued)