The Detroit times., 1913-11-26

crushed in his hand was no note or
tender love-phrases: IL was an abrupt
dismissal The staggering contre-
temps struck the color from his face
and left every nerve raw and CULVER
ing To be nothing 10 her. as she
could be nothing TO him. He felt a
CHASTITY inclination TO laugh Nothing
70 her, The meaning OF the lines
was monstrous. II was inconceivable
Presently. his brows frowning heav
.y. he spread out the crumpled paper
and reread IL with bitter slowness
weighing each phrase, Something
which she had learned since she last
saw him. which lay between them"
She had not KnUwu IT, then iasi
night, when they had kissed beside
the sun dial She had loved him then,
What could there be that thrust them
irrevocably apart?
He sprang up and paced the ilooi
in binding passion of resentment anc
revolt. You shall, you shall" IL"
said between his set teeth. I'VE be
long 10 each other. There can be
nothing. nothing 10 separate us;
Again he pored over the page "Sho
could not see him again. could nor
even explain The words seemed
TO echo themselves. bleak as hail on
a prison pane IF he went to st
Andrews. he might find the reason
why" What could she mean by the
reference Ia ST. Andrews He
caught at that as clue. Could the
old church tell him what had reared
itself I'm such dismal fashion between
them,
Without stopping to think Of the
darkness or that the friendly doors
OF the edifice would be closed, n
caught up his hat and went swift,y
down the drive to the road. along
which he plunged breathlessly. Tn,
blue star-sprinkled sky was NO.
streaked with clouds like faded o.
chids. and the shadows on the uneven
ground under his hurried feet made
him giddy. Through the din and
hurly-burly OF his thoughts he was
conscious OF dimly-moving shapes
across fences, the sweet breath o.
cows. and a Negro pedestrian whc
greeted him In passing. He was
stricken suddenly with the thought
that Shirley was suffering. too. Il
seemed incredible that he should nov
be raging along country road st
nightfall to find something that 30
hurt them both.
II was almost dark-save for the
he saw the shadow
OF the square ivy-grown spire rearing
stark from its huddle of foliage
against the blurred background. Re
pushed open the gate and went slowly
up the worn path toward the great
iron-bound and hooded door. Under
the larches on either hand the out
lines OF the gravestones doomed pal
Idly. and from the bell-tower came
the faint inquiring cry OF a small owl.
Valiant stood still, looking about hii1
What could he learn here? lie read
no answer To the riddle. A little 10
one side of the path something showed
snow-like on the ground. and he went
toward 1t. Nearer, he saw that II
was mass of flowers. staring up
Whitley from the semtobscurity from
within an iron railing. He bent over.
suddenly noting the scent; 1t was
cape jessamine.
With a curious sensation OF almost
prescience plucking at him. he took q
box of vestas from his pocket and
struck one. II hared up. Illuminating
a fiat granite slab In which was cut
a name and inscription:
EDWARD SASSOON
Forgive us our trespasses."
The silence seemed to crash to
earth like a great looking-glass and
SILVER into a million pieces. The waz
dropped from his fingers and In tho
darkness numb frigh'
yripped him by the throat. Shirley
had laid these there. on the grave OF
the man his father had killed-ths
cape jessamines she had wanted that
day, for her mother! He understood.
1t came to him at last that there |
Was q chill mist cropping among tho
trees and that he was very cold.
He went back along the Red Road
Was this to be the end !
II the dream. which he had fancied !
would last forever? Could II be that
she was not for him! Was II no
ioary lie that the since of the fathers