The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-02-15

quite sane and right, no dOuDt, ne
said. when have learned to be
honest enough with myself, l shall see
it SO. My mistake was in ever dream
ing that I was worth one of your
thoughts or a single seconds mem
ory."
She turned her head abruptly. do
you hear some one talking? thought
heard it as came up the path-like
some one muttering to himself"
He listened, but there was no sound.
81 must have imagined it," she said.
There was moments pause, and
presently she went on:
"You have been thinking hard
things of me. 1t is natural that you
should. And yet-whatever you think
whatever you do-that day in the
cave, I was not-was not"
"You were nothing you should not
have BEEN" he replied rapidly. Her
voice had sent tremor over him he
felt it with a new wave of the morn
ing's contempt. 81 understand. There
is nothing for you to justify, nothing
to regret"
She shook her head eve have left
undone those things which We ought
to have DONE" she quoted in low
voice, land have done those things
which we ought not to have done, and
there is no health in us. We all recite
that every Sunday. have something
now to confess to you. Won't you
stand there in the light? IL want to
see your face"
He stepped slowly into bar of
moonlight.
why" she said, you have hurt
your hand!" She made a quick step
toward him, her eyes on the stained
bandage.
1T is nothing" he said hastily. 81
struck it little while ago. What"
He turned, suddenly alert. A sharp
whistle had sounded below them and
bright points here and there pricked
the gloom. "They have turned on
the tree lights" he said. There was
sound of voices on the path. Some
one ran across the footbridge.
Something has happened" she said
what can it be-"
He made no reply. There had flashed
to him a quick realization of the po
sition in which, unwittingly, they had
placed themselves. She must not be
seen at such an hour, in that lonely
spot with him. He knew the canOns
of the world he lived in. With a
hushed word he drew her back into
the shadow.
The voices were speaking in Jap
anese, and now he heard them clearly.
Someone is injured" he told her. Gle
fell down the hillside" they think.
A hurried step crossed the bridge,
and voice, sharp and peremptory,
asked question in nervous English.
Daunt chilled at the answer, turning
to her, every unselfish instinct alive
to spare her.
But she had heard name. ut is
Mr.. Ware who is hurt!"
He grasped her wrist. WATT" he
said hurriedly. 81 beg you to go by
the upper path to the side door," But
she caught away her arm and ran
quickly down the path.
Daunt sprang up the hill, skirted
the building, gained it's upper CORR
dor, now simmering with excitement,
and crossed the bridge. Near its
farther end small group stood about
figure, PROSTATE beside the phono-
graph whose cylinder cleaned in the
lantern light. BY it Barbara was
kneeling.
But something came between her
gaze and the pallid face-something
which she saw with the distinctness
of black paper silhouette on white
ground; glimmering object, unnot-
ed by the rest, which had lain half
concealed by the bush-something
that one day, a thousand years ago,
had glittered against Daunt's brown
hair as he saluted her from his horse!
1t was riding crop, whose Damas-
Gene handle bore the device of a fox's
head.
Two hours later the corridors were
silent and the bishop and Daunt sat
together in the darkened office, saying
few words, both thinking of man
lying straight and alone-and of a
girl in an upper room whose promise
he had taken with him out of the
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