Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06

Shirley" he said, Il know what you
intended to tell me by those flowers
l went to ST. Andrews that night, in
the dark, after I read your letter
Who told you? Your-mother?
mo, no." she cried. 'She would
never have told mel"
His face lighted With an irresfst-
ible movement he caught her to him.
Shirley" he cried 1T shan't be!
1t shan't, I tell you! You can't break
our lives IN two like this! It's IN
thinkable"
mo, no." she said piteously, push
ing him from her. You don't under
stand. You are man, and men
can't"
Il do understand" he insisted. ooh,
my darling, my darlingi It isn't right
for that spectral thing to come be-
tween US! Why, it belonged to a past
generation! However sad the out
come Of that duel, it held no dishonor.
| know only too well the ruin it
brought my father! It's enough that
it wrecked three lives. at shan't rise
again, like Banquos ghost to haunt
ours! 1 know what you Think
would love you the more, if I could
love you more, for that sweet loyalty
but it's wrong, dear. It's wrong!"
IT'S the only way"
Listen. Your mother loves you.
If she knew you loved me, she would
bear anything rather than have you
suffer like this. You say she wouldn't
have told you herself. Why, if my
father
She tore her hands from his and
faced him with a cry. "Ah, that is it!
You knew your father so little. He
was never to you what she is to me.
Why, I've been all the life she has
had. | remember when she mended
my dolls, and held me when l had
scarlet fever, and sang me the songs
the trees sang to themselves at night.
| said my prayers at her knee till
was twelve years old. We were never
apart day till went away to school"
She paused. breathless.
Doesn't that prove what 1 say?"
he said, bending toward her. "She
loves you far better than herself. She
wants your happiness
Gould that mean hers?" she de-
handed, her bosom heaying. To see
US together = always = always! To
be reminded in everything lines
Of your face-the tones of your voice,
maybe-of that! Oh, you don't know
how women feel-how they remember
how they grieve! I've gone over all
you can say till my soul cries out, but
it can't change it. 1t can't!
Valiant felt as though he were bat
tering with bruised knuckles at a stone
wall. A helpless anger simmered in
him. Suppose, he said bitterly, that
your mother one day, perhaps after
long years, learns of your sacrifice
She is likely to guess in the end, I
think. Will it add TO her pleasure, do
you fancy, to discover that out of this
conception of flial loyalty-for it's
that, I suppose!-you have spoiled
your own life?"
She shuddered. "She will never
learn" she said brokenly. ooh, I
know she would not have spoken. She
would suffer anything for my happi-
ness. But I wouldn't have her bear
any more for my sake"
His anger faded suddenly, and when
he looked at her again, tears were
burning in his eyes.
Shirley" he said. Its my heart,
too, that you are binding on the
wheel! I love you. I want nothing
but you! I'd rather beg my bread
from door to door with your hand
in mine than sit on a throne without
you! What can there be in life for
me unless you share it? Think of our
love! Think Of the fate that brought
me here to find you in Virginia!
Think of our garden-where l thought
we would live and work and dream,
till we were old and gray-together,