The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-07-16


land turns away-and swears-actu-
ally swears--and once--he asked
what would give up for--love and
| Italy"
Arpeth let her hands fail. his eyes
burning out OF a white face II did
not think he would dare" he began
through set teeth. then turned half
way. With his face still ayerted he
said:
"Drusilla, darling, l am going away;
promise me you will do nothing. prom
Use nothing until come back shall
not be long"
Il think can take care OF myself"
Drusilla said with the least toss of the
head. AS Arpeth went out OF the gate
she ran to look after him with eyes
that saw all things through veil.
Notwithstanding. she did not break
with David. Rather he was more than
ever her shadow shadow that began
to be by turns imperious and implor-
ing. Now she could not have told that
he said nothing. He spoke love to her
morning, noon and night She had he
witched him-without her his whole
career would be frustrated He begged
her to run away with him. In Italy. or
France. or amid the golden light OF
Algeria they could live forever. lovers
In the sunshine. Money! What was
il? He had a scant competence, other
wise how could he live for art? She
must come with him. She must mar
ry him. He was jealous of her world,
her friends. almost of the sunshine on
her across the grass.
He might have swept her OF her
feet but for the shake in Arpeth's
voice. the entreaty of his low words.
She shook her head eloquently to all
David's pleadings-he must wait, His
love was too new. She must be sure
II was something more than a passing
fancy. At that he ragged and flung
away. but always to come back more
eagerly than before. In truth he
was beside himself Until this en-
counter he had kept to his pedestal.
letting himself be loved by the lady
of the hour. Drusilla had shaken him
out of himself. almost out of his colos-
sal conceit and made him for the
marry her.
He must have her-he would-no
matter what stood between them. Ar
peth? He spat upon the name. Money?
II was the merest bagatelle. He could
earn 1t in Jumps II he would-he
would do 1t. grudge no labor to have
Drusilla go beautifully all the days OF
her life. His small capital would suf-
fee in the beginning Afterward there
would be fame and gold galore. Ar
peth had left him the clear field which
spelled opportunity He would be
mad to let II slip unused.
The unknown quantity can seldom
be safely left out of any reckoning.
David ought to have remembered that
fact before It burned itself upon his
consciousness. At the end Of the
week he teased Drusilla to 60 with
him to the top Of Green hill, an
eminence overlooking Newton village
and the countryside beyond. To him
the countryside was-a landscape.
nothing more. How could he guess
that Drusilla loved it with the passion
Of true land-lover? Or that 1t was
scanned and threaded with memories
OF Arpeth-there was the brook they
had waded together. there the fields
they had raced through. the nut-trees
they had plundered, the sweet open
woodland they had walked within, 90
many happy days.
Drusilla looked at everything. draw
ing long quick breaths. Until then
she had not known how much she
loved II all Could she leave II for
Italy, for the hot sun and yellow
sands of Algiers? Could she give
up all the dear familiar homely things
30 knit to her heart? With the Ques-
tioning there came a rush Of under
standing. Arpeth, part OF all these
things. was also knit to her heart
Unconsciously she turned half about
to search the highway. The stage had
come down 1t half an hour before.
Duly she wondered why her heart
leaped so at the recollection. She
dropped her eyes. but raised them In
stantly with little glad cry. She had
heard Arpeth's step. AS she looked,
he came around the shoulder OF the
Kill, his eyes strained and eager, his
face full of unrest. 1t cleared magic
ally at sight of her own--she ran to
him, holding out both hands. but
speaking no word. AS she drew the
hands away she turned to David, say
ing with a shake of the head and an
elfin smile:
It can never thank you quite
enough-you have shown me ] belong
: to my own"
81 am your own" Arpeth said. smi-
ling.
She smiled, too--a tender smile d.
vinely touched with compassion as she
answered: TIC be sure-so much my
own you are just part Of the land
scape."
AS David rushed away from them
Arpeth took her in his arms, saying
huskily:
II shall never leave you again"
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