Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1914-06-11

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brain reeied In new and vast whirl
of intoxication.
! She sat there very still and unre-
sisting, her hand to her lips. uttering
no word. scarcely breathing. He walt
ed. He gave her time. After little
while her fingers strayed to the crown
OF her limp, rakish panama. They
found the single hatpin and drew 1t
| out. He smiled as he pushed the hat
away and then pressed her dark little
head against his breast Her blue
eyes were swimming.
Just this once, just this once" she
murmured with sob in her voice.
Her hand stole upward and caressed
his brown cheek and throat Tears Of
JOY started in his eyes-tears of ex-
quisite delight.
Good God. Hetty, IL can't do
without you. he whispered, shaken
by his passion. Nothing can come
between US. must have you always
like this"
Che sara, sara" she sighed. like
the breath Of the summer wind as
1t sings In the trees
The minutes passed and neither
spoke. His rapt gaze hung upon the
glossy crown that pressed against him
SO gently. He could not see her eyes.
| but somehow he felt they were tightly
shut, as If in pain.
Il love you. Hetty. Nothing can
matter" he whispered at last Tell
me what it is"
She lifted her head and gently with
drew herself from his embrace. He
did not oppose her. noting the serious,
almost somber look In her eyes as she
turned to regard him Eteadfastly. an
| unwavering integrity of purpose In
their depths
She had made up her mind to tell
him part OF the truth. Brandon, l am
Hetty Glynn."
He started, not so much In surprise
as at the abruptness with which she
made the announcement.
II have been sure of it, dear, from
the beginning" he said quietly.
/ Then her tongue was loosed. The
words rushed to her lips. Il was
Hawkright's model for elk months.
posed for all those studies, and for
the big canvas In the academy. 1t
was either that or starvation. Oh,
you will hate me-you must hate me-"
He laid his hand on her hair, q
calm smile on his lips. II can't love
and hate at the same time" he said.
There was nothing wrong in what
you did for Hawkright. l am paint
er, you know. / understand Does
does Mrs Wrandall know all this? ?"
"Yes-everything. She knows and
understands. She is an angel, Bran
don, an angel from heaven. But" she
burst forth, II am not altogether
sham. am the daughter OF Colonel
Castleton. and / am cousin of all the
Murgatroyds-the poor relation. 1t
isn't as If I were the scum Of the
earth, is 1t? / am a Castleton My
father comes of noble family. And,
Brandon, the only thing I've ever done
In my life that / am really ashamed
Of is the deception / practiced on you
when you brought that magazine to
me and faced me with it. did not
lie to you. / simply let you believe
| was not the-the person you thought
l was. But / deceived you"
mo, you did not deceive me-" he
said gently. Il read the truth in your
dear eyes"
There are other things, too. shall
not speak of them. except to repeat
that / have not done anything else
in my life that should be ashamed
Of" Her eyes were burning with ear
nestness. He could not but understand
what she meant.
Again he stroked her hair. II am
sure of that" he said.
my mother was Kitty Glynn, the
actress. My father. younger son,
fell In love with her. They were mar
ried against the wishes of his father,
who cut him of. He was in the serv-
Ice, and he was brave enough to stick
They went to one of the South Afri-
can garrisons, and / was born there.
Then to India. Then back to London,
where an aunt had died. leaving my
father quite comfortable fortune.
But his old friends would have moth
ing to do with him. He had lived
well, he had made life hell for my
mother in those frontier posts. He de-
serted US In the end, after he had
squandered the fortune. My mother
made no effort to compel him to pro-
vide for her or for me. She was
proud. She was hurt Today he Is
in India. still in the service, a mar
tinet with a record for bravery on
the field Of battle that cannot be
taken from him. no matter what else
may befall. l hear from him once or
twice a year That is all / can tell
you about him. My mother died three
years ago, after two years Of invalid.
ism. During those years / tried to
repay her for the sacrifice she had
made In giving me the education,
the" She chcked up for a second,