The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-05-16
CHAPTER IV.-(Continued.).

run away a year previous.
CHAPTER Iv.-(continued.)'
She shook her head sadly, wistful-
ly How do know? How can tell?
Surely, dear, no two people were ever
happier than we-yet within year
from our wedding you q. you left
me, ran away from me. =. Why?"
"Well We know why, dearest, and
we'll We know twas love of We alone
that drove me from We. Could let
it be said We had husband who was
incapable of supporting We? Could l
let it be said that your husband lived
like leech upon your fortunes?
Faith, didn't l have to 30 for your
sake?"
NO" she dissented with second
weary shake of her pretty head; Il
think 1t was love of yourself, a little.
Terence-that and your pride.
Why should any of our world
have guessed you were not the rich
man you fancied yourself when we
them that your landed heritage in
Ireland had turned out profitless? Not
!, my dear
II know that" he contended Stub
born1y, but l know, too, sooner or
later 1t would have come out, and
they would have said: There she
goes with her fortune-hunter, the ad'
venturer who married her for her
money"
And if so? What earthly differ
ence could it make to us, sweetheart:
What can gossip matter to us-if you
love me?"
"lf!" he cried, almost angrily. IF!
All, but no, darling! it's your
self knows there is no If about it, that
I'm sick with love of We this very
minute-sick and mad for ye =
Then" she pleaded, with desper
ate little break in her incompatible
voice; and again held out her arms
to him-"then have pity on me, oh. my
dearest one-have pity on me if only
for a little while"
And suddenly he had caught her tc
him, and she lay in his arms, hel
young strong body nodded to his, he1
lips to his, her eyes half-veiled, the
sweet fragrance Of her-too we'll re
MISUNDERSTANDING him; lay su
pine in his embrace, yet held hin
strongly to her, and trembled in sym
pathy with the deep, hurried pounding
Of his heart.
In the south the horizon flamet
Evi1 IN tho 10rith 1inu
black wall of cloud that had stole1
up out of Africa; beneath it the SET
shone momentarily with a sickly silk
en- luster. Then the dense blackness
Of the night reigned again, as pro
found as though impenetrable. eternal
Later dull growl of thunder rollee
In across the waste. With it came tn.
first f1tful warnings of the impending
wind storm.
Twas We who sang to me, dear
cst?"
Who else, You great silly boy
And when you followed me t,
the door, making as much noise as I
young elephant. Terence was mind
ed to punish you little, very little
my dear. So l merely opened min'
and closed it sharply"
There was woman in the hall
II saw her, dear. and laughed, think
ing how puzzled you would be.
Was I cruel. my heart? But did no
mean to be. 10 planned this surprise
you know, from the minute l foun'
our rooms adjoined."
And this letter"-O'Rourke tumble,
In his pocket and got it out-'y'
brought it to me?"
1T came to me in London, dear, tw,
weeks ago; we were together-Clar
Plinlimmon and lat the Carlton
waiting for her yacht to be put int
commission. Meanwhile she was MAX
ing up the party for this Meditel
ranean trip. =. l had no ide
where to send you the letter. Hav
you read it?"
Have had time, sweetheart Q
mine?"
There was an interlude.
In the distance the thunder role
and rumbled.
Resolutely the young woman di,
engaged herself and withdrew to = u
~ distance.