The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-04-11

10 KISS MIN goodbye, put there was
forced to draw the line. Her caresses
In my own direction had not, up to
that moment, been SO lavish that felt
! could spare any OF them, even for
this young Englishman, notwithstand-
ing my abundant appreciation OF the
inestimable service he had rendered.
and that was precisely what | told her,
when on the first evening out, she had
demanded to know my reasons for re-
fusal
You're a very selfish man." she re-
torted, with pout. And I'm not at
all sure. now. that shall ever kiss
you again. Besides" And there she
stopped
We had reached the after end OF the
deck In our post-dinner promenade.
and had paused there, leaning on the
rail, to watch the phosphorescent
CLEAN and glitter among the turbulent
white wake-waters. Cameron and DR..
! Addison We're talking over their cigars
in steamer chairs amidships, and the
girl and were alone together for the
first time since her uncle's restoration.
Besides" ! repeated, questioningly.
The big blue eyes she turned to me
were never more roguish.
Besides she said, low-voiced and
with a just perceptible culver. until
you keep your promise, | don't see
that you have any right TO dictate to
me-"
| knew very we'll what she meant.
Ever since Cameron had come running
backward around that deck-house cor
ner-I think even az the minute
recognized his naked, smut-covered
shoulders had had that promise in
mind. and had longed for the moment
OF It's fulhlmert. But till now not
even the briefest opportunity had
offered. Nevertheless. her present
mood was too entirely vinsomely low
able to be neglec ed. and the impulse
to prolong il by teasing too strong for
resistance.
Keep my promise?" quered, min.
Cling with assumed perplexity a GER
tain suggestion of injury. Have !
ever failed you in anything"
She turned away now, silently, and
the eclipse OF the eyes loved left me
suddenly repentant; still I persisted
Have | ever failed your" l asked
again.
Quickly her gaze came back, and her
eyes had taken something of the cold.
swapping fire Of the phosphorus.
Since you don't remember" she
said. cts OF no consequence. Only you
were so sure that you couldn't for
get"
Give me hint" | begged, still
cruel. When did promise?"
II couldn't be so unmaidenly," was
her retort, looking away again.
WAS it before we came over here,
or SINGER"
Before" after pause.
Long before?"
mot very"
Where? At your house,"
yes"
I'm the library?" | asked, with a
glance behind for possible intruders.
She turned quickly and found me
laughing.
"Oh, you dear. silly. lovable, delight
full child" | cried. and the echo OF
my words was carried far astern. as
my arms went about her and held her
close, and my kisses fell thick and
fast on her ripe. tender little mouth
what need had I to keep such
promise?" asked. when In mercy
paused that she might get her breath.
why should | ask you to tell me that
you loved me. when could read 1t I'm
letters as long as your glances and as
bright as your smile?"
And IL we left Cameron aud Dr. Ad-
Olson much alone together during our
homeward voyage. who THAI still re-
members their own happy days of
young love dreaming can blame us?
For a long while there remained in
my mind az legacy from the strange
case OF Cameron and the Sable Lorcha
conspiracy a seemingly insoluble prob
lem. On our return to America, my
friend. In spite OF all my urging, re-
fused, with stubborn persistency. II
seemed TO me, 10 aid In the prosecu.
ton OF those who we knew positive
ly. were implicated in the affair Con
corning Murphy. Yup Sing and a
score or more of their satellites VIC
could have produced evidence of tho
most damaging character. But Gamer.
on was not so minded. He even went
so far as 10 discourage my appear
ance against the former for completely
in the plot TO take captive Evelyn and
myself on the night Of our Pell street
visit. Indeed ! have always believed
that through O'IIara he was instru-
mental in securing Murphy's release
And | know for fact that he pro-
vided SO generously for the young
French driver Of the electric brough-
am, who was so badly injured in that
Pell street adventure, that the fellow
returned to France month before the
trial of his assailant.
All these things, say, continued
TO puzzle and disquiet me. long after
the sharp edges of rancorous remem-
brance had been worn away. And in
variably at such times there would re-
cur recollections OF those early days
OF the threatening letters and OF that