The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-05-17

1 nome today, urging me to speak out before it was too late" But what made you come to the | Pool?"
 That was just Destiny. I came merely to think about you and be unhappy"
 And now you can think about me and be happy"
 -apny. That does sound weak! We ought to invent a more impres- sive word. Though, if I could coin one that would tell how I feel. 1t | would make any dictionary explode" "Jsm"-very softly-"what madc you first fall in love with me?' ''You sat outside, in the rain and | darkness; and you put out little cold wet paw" he said, as if absent ly, ''and laid it upon my coat-sleeve, to make me yours. And like the cur IT was, tried at first-tried hard to shake it off. But it was no good; afterwards I realized that I had known all along that it was no good. However, there is nothing astonish- ing about that. The impossible thing was that you should care for me- 'I never knew did till the other day-the day of the Flower Show, when spoke to you for minute in the hall. Then I knew all at once that it had been going on for ever so long. It was what made me cry when you spoke to me so roughly in Lancelot's Keep. You won't be rough with me, will you, Jem?'' He made another of those odd, ex- pressive sounds. ''I was so afraid of making fool of myself" he mutt tered. 'I wanted to kiss you so des- perately!"
 And were you really never in love with Selma at all?"
 with Selma!Y in high disdain-- ''an amusing, spoiled kid!'
 70 Jem, meant to marry Lionel. and go rightfaway, out of your life. But today, the moment he tried to kiss me, I knew that I couldn't even for your sake I couldn't"
 He held her closer. tYou know. it never occurred to me that you could possibly mistake my feeling for you. I felt as if it blazed all over me, like great flaring poster on a blank wall. Oh! if you could know Neven a part of what have thought and felt about you. it would horrify you! I never knew these things could be so strong"
 Tt is very strong. Jem. think am, frightened. Only I like it. And you called me Miss. Wilmot! : And you said I should not be Miss Wilmot long!"
 That was true. at all events" said Jem.
 After 8 long pause
 "Jem. where has he gone?"
 "To Wishfield. think. He says that Conroy always told him that you were in love with somebody else and would never have him. I SUD- pose he will come back to Carronlea for the night
 70 Jem, look. See how far west the sun has sunk! We ought to be going home for we must tell Aunt Emma all about it before he comes back! I wonder what she will say:''
 '1 remember" he observed, as he unwillingly helped her to. her feet that you once said my wife would in all probability object to being a iodger at Carronlea. Will she?"
 ''She is a poor weak creature who will probably submit tamely to any thing that you arrange for her! 1xl, but be serious a moment. How hap py Aunt Emma wills be. You don't know how she loves you! Only the other day she said. Why cannot I keep both of you?' This will be the most beautiful day of her life! And I don't think she has the least little tiny suspicion of the truth!''
 "Let us go and enlighten her." he said. But for all that they fingered fingered while the sun dipped in the now radiant west, and the rose and violet tones of summer eve crept imperceptibly over all.>
 An, magic Pool of Destiny!
 It was not until years after the re- turn of Lionel Gladwyn to Vancou- ver-indeed, not until the intimacy of marriage had taught Vernon ex- actly how to handle the sensitive emotional being who lay imprisoned under her husbands stark exterior, that she told him the secret of the identity of Lionel's wife.
 To every one else it remained for ever unknown, and Laura Gladwyn sleeps in Ponthewel Churchyard be- heath white marble cross carved with sheaf of marble lilies tied with a marble ribbon, as
 ''The beloved wife of Daniel Trent"
 THE END.