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err" he stammers.

the penniless daughter of poor coun
try parson to be your Wife?'
Il know what he would say-thaI
you had ruined yourself for life; that
you had married as much beneath you
as if you'd run away with Molly, our
dairymaid. And" after pause, with
calm, almost too calm, smile, He |
would be right!'
His face Pushes, and he raises his
eyes with honest avowal and deter
mination.
MOI" he says, and there is manli-
ness in his voice which gladdens Lo1-
rie's womanly soul to the core. mo:
He would be wrong, cruelty, foolish
Iy wrong. Married beneath me. Why
you are as much better and above me
as the stars are above the stones in
The road here"
Il am Dolores Latimer, a parsons
daughter, and you are Viscount Ken
dale" she says.
why do you throw my wretched
utle in my teeth? Are you going to
punish me because | am not plain Mr.
smith or Mr.. Jones? Heaven, how
wish | Werei | hate the title,
nate everything connected with it, andJ
It come between US. Lorrie! Listen to
me! You have spoken of my father!
/ shall hate it more if think you let
WelI'-he draws a long breath-"rll
speak the truth. He might be-disap-
pointed at first! At first, mind! But
when he saw you and knew that had
chosen the dearest, and sweetest, and
prettiest girl in all the world, he'd
love you as he would have loved his
own daughter if he had had one"
Very well; and if he did not, if he
would not give his consent, then I'd
do without it. See here, Lorrie, dear
Lorrie, I've got my profession-I can
work up to the command. Forget all
about the miserable title-be the wife
of plain Captain Kendale. Oh, my
dear, don't break my heart! If you
knew how l loved you!
81 see," he says; there is no hope
for me; you don't love me, and you
never will-that's what you mean,
WelP-and he draws a long breath
Il must bear it as best | can; don't
think | am going to crawl about Car
shall whining like a girl. No, I'll get
out of 1t at once won't worry you
with the sight of me. If | can't have
you for my wife, will get as far away
from you as ! can. Good-by Lorrie.'
"Where-where are you going?" she
says. why should you go?"
Where am l going? Where | meant
to go Tiff you said No Do YOU
think / intended to hang about and
badger and bother you? No, shall ex-
change into regiment going out to
this beastly Egyptian affair. l shant
forget you'll don't feel as if | should
ever forget you, Lorrie but it will
not be so easy to think about you day
and night out there in the hustle as It
would be lounging about Carshal bar
racks. So good-by, and once and for
ever!"
She remains silent and motionless.
Wont you say good-by,' even? Will
you shake hands-for the last time,
Lorrie?" and he moves little nearer
and holds out his hand
She puts out her hand, and he takes
1t held it for a moment, and presses
it to his lips. It is hot as fire, and
trembles like Gagged bird.
"Good-by. | shall go up to London
tomorrow morning and maynt see
Jack. Tell him-tell him that l cot
sick of incoming about Carshal. and
have gone into the Egyptian muddle
for little excitement. Dear old
Jack! | know l shall miss him, and II
think he'll miss me. He Is about the
only soul who will, expect"
No, he isn't" she says, with lit
tie gulp.
"What?' he says, grimly, then his
face grows softer. There, I've made
you cry now! What a selfish brute |
must be! Don't mind ANYTHING I've
said, Lorrie; just forget it. or fancy
it's a dream! I'm not worth loving.
and I'm certainly not worth crying
about! GoodIby." and he turns away.
Wait moment she says; tt
i want to say something"
"Well?" he says.
II only wanted to say, that
that think am not sure-that / do !
love you-juSt little"
"You-you-" he exclaims, amazed
and overwhelmed by sudden joy "Lor. |
RE! You love me little?"
Then he stops short, a horrible |
DOUBT and suspicion assaiiirg him. She |
mas played a trick with him once-he |
remembers the photograph of the
African bishops she playing with
him now?
is 1t true? Are you in earnest? Let |
ME sect"
There is no trickery there: he can
read the solemn truth in the f,rsr
glance at the crimson face, the dark.
passionate eyes which meet his half
shrinkingly, half-defantly, with all a
girls candor and maiden modesty. I
With cry he takes her in his arms
and holds her in tight embrace.
"Lorrie, my darling, Is it true,
Heaven forgive me- tbouoht ,,o,, ,,-o,.~ |