The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-04-02

lingiy.
"Indeed?" said she.
"Ah, don't let us fence, little WON.
an" The mans voice was almost a
cry. Life is so short that once in
awhile surely we can afford to be
blunt
Can we?' broke In the girl II be-
neye we can" Her soft eyes suddenly
hooked like purple black cloud that
has in its heart the forked lightning.
"Well, then, before you tell me any.
thing let me speak. Eight years ago
| was more of child than a woman,
and broke our engagement, Tom, be-
cause"-she moistened her dry lips
somehow there had stolen In upon me
the childish fancy that you had en-
gagged yourself to me simply because
you knew loved you so"-
"Ah,' broke in Ormsby hotly, that
was only an unreasonable sensitive
ness that came between us, love. Now
that you are woman, you must sure
ly know better"
"Yes," she answered simply; II do.
But when 1 received your wild, in
coherent note week after we'd sep
arated, when you told me you'd mar
ried your cousin-well, all the sun
seemed to have been stolen from the
day and the moon and the stars from
the night That's all. Now, because
1t was my fault in the first place, I've
done my duty. I've made my confess
sion. OF course was too proud to
grieye long for another woman's hus-
band, so at present you owe me no
debt"
There was san icy hauteur In her
voice which the trembling of her lips
belied.
II was true to her, dear, while she
hved-indeed, at least" said the man
reverently.
Tom Ormsby had a generous heart,
and he never thought of his poor wife
without feeling Of remorse for ever
having felt harshly about the bonds
that bound them. "But she's been
dead now for nearly two years, and
you've been travelling in Europe with
your aunt for nearly three aRd"-
1--WE only arrived the week before
Easter" said Molly casually, and then,
changing her tone, There is a child,
is there not, TomT
/ Ormsby leaned toward her, his face
TRANSPORTED with alteration.
There is little girl, and we call
her Mollie."
He could say no more for a second.
Then he crossed to Miss Hargraves'
side, put his hand beneath her chin
and lifted the oval face till her eyes
looked into his.
Sweetheart" he added huskily, II
would like nothing better on earth
than to give her to you. But you'd
have to take me too. Could you?
Would your
, All, the old mesmerlc entreaty Of
his voice! She longed to throw her.
self into his dear, big arms and tell him
that never, never once in all these
years, though she had fought hard
against It, had she forgotten him, that
nowhere else In the whole world but
with him could happiness be found.
He was wrapping her around with
the old, old spell.
She made an effort to get out of her
silence, but she found herself rooted
to the spot as one is sometimes in
dreams A tide of rich, young blood
surged over the delicate face and
made the mans heart throb with In
applicable joy.
would you, dearr he pleaded
again, bending slightly over her.
Molly did speak finally, rising calm
Lly and reaching for the book And
Ishe said a wonderfully clever thing.
sConsidering the fact that Miss Chase
was at that moment curiously strolling
tout to the side porch, both the remark
land the action were apropos:
Il know you'll like Carman's poem
and If the sun comes out tomorrow
I'll read 1t to you down by that little
colony of white violets."
The next day the sun came out.