New-York tribune., 1911-11-26


YOU do tell me that, why thcn-your pride
shall not blast two lives II | can help II.
Now speak
But Anthea was silent also she would
have turned aside from his searching look
but that his arms were about her, strong
and compelling. So needs must she suffer
him TO look down into her very heart; Tor II
seemed TO her that in that moment he had
rent away every stitch and shred OF Pride
cnfolding mantle, and that he saw the truth
at last.
But. if he had, he gave no sign; only he
turned and set the car hummlng upon It's
way once more.
nN they went through the midsummer
" night. up hill and down hill by cross
road and bylanc until, as they climbed a
long ascent. they bchcld a tall figure stand
ing upon the top Of the hill in the attitude
Of one who waits; who, spying them, imrnc-
diatclv raised a very stiff LETT arm, where
upon this figure was joined by another
Now. as the car drew nearer, Anthca, with Il
thrill of pleasure, recognized the Sergeant
standing very much as though he were on
parade and with honest faced Pctcrday be
Side him, who stumpcd joyfully forward, and
with a bob of his wooden lcg-hcld out his
hand to her.
Like one in a dream she took the sailors
hand to step from the car, and like one IN
dream she walked on between the soldier
and the sailor, who now reached out to her
each a hand equally big and equally gentle,
to aid her up certain crumbling and time
worn steps. On they went together, until
they were come to a place of whispering
echoes. where lights burned few and dim.
And here, still as one in a dream, she
spoke those words that gave her life hence
forth into the keeping OF him who stood be-
side her. whose strong hand trcmbled rs nc
set upon her finger that which is an emblem
of eternity.
Like one in dream, she took the pen and
signed her name obcdicntly where they dl-
rccted And yct-could this really be her
self. this silent submissive creature;
And now they were out upon the moonllt
road again. seated in the car while Peter
day. his hat in his hand, was speaking to her.
And yct-waS it TO her;
Mrs BelloO, Ma am, he was saving. "on
this here monumcntOuS occasion
"Monumcntous is the only word for 1t,
Pctcrday, nodded the Sergeant.
"On this here monumcntous occasion,
Mrs. Belloo," the sailor proceeded, my
shpmatc Dick and myself and me, AIaam,
respectfully beg the favor Of saluting the
bride. Mrs. Bcloo, by your lcavc-hcrcs
health, and happiness, Ma'am."
And hcrcupon the old sailor kissed her
right heartily Which done, he made way
for the Sergeant, who, after a momcnt's S hcsi-
tation, followed suit.
~ fair wind, and prosperous" cried Pc
terdav. hourishing his hat
And God-blcss you-both." said the
Sergeant as the car shot away.
GO it was donc-thc irrcvocablc step was
- taken, Her life and future had passed
forever into the keeping Of him who sat SO
silent beside her, who neither spoke nor
looked at her, but frowncd ever at the road
before him.
On sped the car, faster and fastcr-yot
not so fast as the beating Of her heart,
wherein there was yet something of fear, and
shame, but greatest Of all was that other
emotion, and the name of il was-Joy.
Now, presently, the car slowed down and
he spoke to her though without turning his
head. And yet something in his voice
thrilled through her strangely.
Look, Anthca, the moon is at the full
touiplfl'