New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-11-16

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"Thimblc Isand,7
She Stammcrcd. Il think If really be-
gan in your studio.
an New York;"
you interested me-and YOU snubbed
me 50 completely. You were so impolite,
John Markham. ! was curious about you.
You were like no man had ever met. You
told me the truth. | didn't like it; but
respected you for telling it. When | went
away | remember wanting to see you again.
AT Ihimble Island
"Ycs,"
She hid her face in his breast, and the
words came slowly. My visit to-to Thin
bic lsland-l-l knew YOU were there. My
m-motor didn't miss fire, Philidor.'
He raised her head and made her look at
him. Even in the wan light her face was
rosy with her confession. But she laughed
joyously.
81 wanted to snub you for being so rude
to me. Alas! | ended by-by scrubbing
your foor'
Diana Of the tubs. How you scrubbed"
81 liked II. You were very nice at Thin
bic Island, Phildor.' She paused a mo-
ment. "Then Olga came-and the others.
She quite owned YOU then, didn't Shc?'
NO, he replied slowly.
81 don't think really liked Olgas face
powder on your coat, Dear.
He was silent.
81 knew YOU didn't love her You couldn't.
She wasn't Your sort. You didn't care for
her, did you?" icrkily.
He looked down into her eyes tcndcrlv;
but made no reply. She sighed; but asked
no more questions And when he knew that
she understood the meaning of his silence
he took her head between his hands and
made her look at him.
isn't it enough for me to say TO YOU that
love YOU better than al the world, Dear,
that ! am yours wholly and indivisibly-
my past, my future
"Oh, am content" She whispered quick
". Your past shall bc what YOU have
madeit. I'm not afraid But your future
She caught one Of his hands in both Of her
own and held ii to her heart, THAT is minc!"
THERE was a silence rich with meaning.
l. The stream, the whispering boughs, the
rising breeze in the trcctopS, joined in the
soft chorus Of their nuptial song. The night
fell, shroudci in mystery. Behind them
over their shoulders a new moon rose, a
harbingcr Of good fortune; but they did not
turn 70 look at il. 1t could not iorctcll them
a fortune that was already theirs. Its light
flowed through the shadows paling the sill
houcttc Of the leaves against the attcrglOw,
bathing them both in liquid silver.
He told her many OF the things that She
already knew; but each rcitcration had
new meaning and q new delight. The same
immortal questions and answers, ever new,
ever mvStifying! The touch Of hands, Of
ewes, the physical contact, outward tokens
Of the spiritual pact made already the weld
ing Of the bonds that were 10 make them
oncl The moments Of their more intimate
confessions past, he told her Of the friend
ship Of Mrs. Hammond and what She had
done to set the story right but She did not
seem 20 hear him. Her gaze was upon the
pale rim Of light along the hilltop beyond,
a gaze that looked and saw nothing beyond
the rosy aura Of her thoughts.
What does it matter now" She muir
INJURED. what does anything matter
after thiS;'
you will marry me-soon'" he urged
her
She sighed softly and laid her hands in his.
"Whcncvcr YOU want me to, She SAID, with
eloquent simplicity.
Tomorrow"
She smiled mischicvously. Il must,
think, Philidor. Would you have me com
promiscd,'
He laughed happily. "Ycs, compromised
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