Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-09-01

and bridal wreath, shading out into
tender, paler hues that ringed the
spotless purity like dawning passion.
White for happiness" he quoted.
You SAID that when you brought me
here-the day we planted the RAM
blers. Dc you remember what said ?
That some day, perhaps, | should love
this spot the best of all at Damory
Court" He was silent a moment.
tracing with his finger the motto on
the diaPs rim. when | was very
little" he went on,-'hardly more
than three years old. l thinh,-my
father and had play, in which we
lived in gfireat mansion like this
1T was called Wishing House, and it
was in the middle of the Never-Never
Land-a sort of beautiful fairy coun-
try in which everything happened
right l know now that the Never
Never Land was Virginia, and that
Westinghouse was Damory Court.
No wonder my father loved it! No
wonder his memory turned back to it
always. I've wanted to make 1t as
1t was when he lived here. And I
want the old dial to count happy
hours for me-"
Something had crept into his tone
that struck herewith strange sweet
terror and tumult of mind. The hand
that clutched her skirts about her
knees had begun to tremble and she
caught the other hand to her cheek
in vague hesitant gesture The
moonfiowers seemed to be great round
eyes staring up at her
Shirley" he said, and now his
voice was shaken with longing-"wil
you make my happiness for me?"
She was standing perfectly still
against the sundial, both hands, laced
together, against her breast, her eyes
on his with a strange startled look.
Over the hush of the garden now, like
the very soul of the passionate night.
throbbed the haunting barcarole of
Tales of Hoffman:
might of stars and night of love-"
an inarticulate echo of his longing.
He took a step toward her. and she
turned like one in sudden terror seek
ing a way of escape. But he caught
her close in his arms.
81 love you.' he said. Hear it now
in my brides garden that I've made
for youl l love you, I love you!'
For one instant she struggled. Then,
slowly. her eyes turned to his. the
sweet lips trembling, and something
dawning deep in the dewy blue that
tulHeu dll MS lcdplnS DlOOu 10 QUICK
silver. my darling!" he breathed,
and their lips met
In that delirious moment both had
the sense of divine completion that
comes only with love returned. For
him there was but the woman in his
arms, the one woman created for him
since the foundation of the world. It
was Kismet For this he had come to
Virginia. For this fate had turned and
/ twisted a thousand ways. Through
the riot of his senses, like a silver
blaze ran the legend of the calen-
dar: every man carries his fate
upon a riband about his neck" For
her, something seemed to pass from
her soul with that kiss, some deep
irrevocable thing, shy but fercely
strong, that had sprung to him at
that lip-contact as steel to magnet.
The foliage about them fiared up In
green light and the ground under her
feet rose and fell like deep sea-waves.
She lifted her face to him. 1t was
deathly pale, but the light that
burned on it was lit from the whitest
altar-fires of Southern girlhood.
"Six weeks ago.. 9, She whispered,
you had never seen mel"
ITO BE Continued Tomorrow