The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1910-12-15

circumvention, with one sweep of his
long arm, he included the statue in
his grasp of her. With a laugh Of
triumph he drew her out of her con-
cealment
To her the splendor Of skies and
trees and morning light melted into
that wonderful moment For the
first time in weary days she had all
to give, nothing to fear or withhold.
She was at peace. She was ready to
stop, to stand here in her life for
always-here in the glowing garden
with him, and their youth. But he
was impatient He did not want to
loiter in the morning. He was hot
to hurry on out of the present which
was so mysterious, so untried to her,
as if these ecstasies had no mystery
to him but their complete fulflment.
He filled her with a trembling prem
onition of the undreamed-of things
that were waiting for her in the long
aisle of life.
Come, speak" he urged, as they
paced around the fountain. when
am to take you away?"
She hung back in fear of her very
eagerness to go, to plunge head over
ears into life in a strange country
with stranger, Next month";" she
ventured.
Next month why not next week?
why not tomorrow" he declared with
confidence. who is to say no?
am the head of my house and you
have no one but me. To be sure
there is Mrs. Herrick-excellent won.
an. But she has her own daughters
to look out for, and" he added slyly
much as she thinks of you, doubt
if she thinks you good example for
them. AS for that other, as for the
paid woman"
"Oh, hush, hush" Flora cried, hurt
with a certain hardness in his voice
Il don't want to see her. shall
never go near her! And Harry"
Il wasn't going to speak of him,
said Chatworth, quickly.
Il know" she answered, but dc
you mind my speaking of him." They
had sat down on the broad lip of the
fountain basin. He was looking al
her intently. 1T is strange" she
said, "but in spite of his doing this
terrible thing I can't feel that he him
self is terrible-like Clara"
~ bn ;o
voice, Il would rather you did"
She turned a troubled face. "And
have you forgotten what 1ou said
the first night l met you? You said
it doesn't matter what a man Is, even
if he's a thief, as long as hos a good
one"
At this he laughed a little grudg.
ingly. ooh, don't go back on that
but l was looking through the great
impartial eye of the universe Where.
as man may be good Of his kind
he's only good in his kind Tip out
cat among canaries and see what
happens. My dear girl, we were the
veriest birds in his paws! And no
tice that it isn't moral law--it's in
stinct. We recognize by scent before
we see the shape. You never knew
him. You never could. And you
never trusted him."
But" she interrupted eagerly, %
would have done anything for yor
when I thought you were a thief"
"Anything?" he caught her up will
laughter. "Oh. yes, anything to hau
me over the dead line on to your side
That was the very point you made
That was where you would have
droTped me-if ! had stuck by my
kind, as you thought it, and not come
over to yours"
She saw herself fairly caught. She
heard her mental process stated t
perfection.
"Eat if you hadn't felt all along
was your kind, If you hadn't had al
idea that l was stray from the orig
inal fold, you would never have want
ed to go in for me-" he explained it.
Flora had her Doubts about thu
truth of this. For time she ha(
been certain Of his belonging to thu
lawless other fold, and at times sh'
would nave gone with him Ia spite o
il, out this last knowledge she with
held She withheld IL because sh'
could make out Dow. that, for all hi