The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-03-23

He pictured for himself again that
last look of her face; its beauty, its
strength, its sweet sympathy. He
seemed to see the stray wisp Of hair
that had found its way down upon her
cheek. Her perfect lips-how well he
remembered!-were the unopened
buds of pure womanly passion.
After all, whether she loved him or
not, there would still be much In life
for her.
Time would cule her sorrow. There
would be many claims upon her, and
she would sooner or later resume her
normal activities.
Slowly he disengaged his hand from
her cllnging fingers. In his other hand
he still held his pocketknife. To open
a vein in his wrist would take but a
moment. His life would we'll away.
there on the tiles.
She would think he was asleep; and
then she herself would drift away into
inconsistencies which would be bro
ken only after the door was opened in
the morning.
Bah! His mind cleared "a a flash.
What fool he was! Need he doubt
her for an instant? Need he question
what she would do when she found
that he was dead? And she would
know 1t quickly. This living pulsiog
girl beside him loved him!
They were one forever. They still
lived, and while they lived they must
hope. And If hope failed, there still
would be love.
His pent-up emotions broke restraint
With unthinking swi:tness, he threw
his arm over her aEtG drew her tight to
him. His lips found hers in long
kiss-clung in ecstasy for another, and
another.
Her arms went about his neck. He
felt as though her soul had passed from
her lips to his own.
my lover!" she whispered 'T thinl
I have always cared"
"Oh, Girl, Girl!" He could utter ne
more.
With faint sigh she said: 'T an
glad 1t is to be together" She sat up
still holding his hand. IF it need bC
at ALL" she added, new firmness IL
her voice.
"If it need be at ALL" Orme searched
his mind again for some promise of es
cape from this prison which had beer
so suddenly glorified for them. Th,
smooth, unbreakable walls; the thil
seam Of the door; the thermometer
Why had he not thought of it before
The thermometer!
With an exclamation, he leaped :,
his feet.
What is it?" she cried.
"A chance! A small chance-bu
still chance!"
He found his way to the handle O
the door, which his first attempt q
escape had taught him was not con
nected with the outer knob. Then b.
located the covering which protecte
the coils of the thermometer.
Striking with his heel, he tried t
break the metal grating. 1t would no
. yield. Again and again he threw hi
weight into the blows, but without 81
feet.
At last he remembered his pocket
/ knife. Thrusting one end of it throug
the grating, he prodded at the glas
i coils within. There was a tinklin
| sound. He had succeeded.
} He groped his way back to the gil
, and seated himself beside her. Wit
! the confession of their love, a ne,
} hope had sprung up in them. The
J.. might still be freed. and. though tn
' air was becoming sitting, neither {
) them believed that a Joy as great a
I theirs could be born to live but fe'
hours.
For the hundredth time he was sa,
ing: Il can't believe that we haV
known each other only one day"
D And even now" she mused. "yo
don't know my name. Do YOU war
me to tell you?"
Not until you are ready"
Then wait. 1t will come in du
form. Some one will say. Mr.. Orm
:. Miss -"
; THE name doesn't matter" sal
Orme. "To me you will always be Jus
Girl"