The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-04-30

Of intoxication.
She sat there very still and unre-
sisting, her hand to her lips, uttering
no word, scarcely breathing. He wait
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 it
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 a 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
it 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.
81 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 steadfastly, an
unwavering integrity Of purpose in
their depths.
She had made up her mind to tell
him part OF the truth Brandon, am
Hetty Glynn."
He started, not so much in surprise
as at the abruptness with which she
made the announcement.
'I have been sure Of it, dear, from
the beginning" he said quietly.
Then her tongue was loosed. The
words rushed to her lips. 81 was
Bawright's model for six months.
I posed for all those studies, and for
the big canvas in the academy It
was either that or starvation. Oh,
you will hate me-you must hate me" :"
He laid his hand on her hair, a
calm smile on his lips. 81 can't love
and hate at the same time" he said.
There was nothing wrong in what
you did for Hawkright. am paint
er, you know. I 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, 'I am not altogether
sham. 1 am the daughter of Colonel
Castleton, and I am cousin Of all the
Murgatroyds-the poor relation. It
isn't as If were the scum Of the
earth, is it? I am Castleton. My
father comes Of noble family. And,
Brandon, the only thing I've ever done
in my life that I am really ashamed
Of is the deception I practiced on you
when you brought that magazine to
me and faced me with it. / did not
lie to you. 1 simply let you believe
I was not the-the person you thought
1 was. But deceived you"
"No, you did not deceive me-" he
said gently. 81 read the truth in your
dear eyes"
There are other things, too. I shall
not speak Of them, except to repeat
that / have not done anything else
in my life that I should be ashamed
Of" Her eyes were burning with ear
nestness. He could not but understand
what she meant.
Again he stroked her hair. 'I 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 ne. She was
proud. She was hurt Today he is
in India, still in the service, a mar
tinet with record for bravery on
the field of battle that cannot. be
taken from him, no matter what else
may befall. I hear from him once or
twice year. That Is all can tell
you about him. My mother died three
years ago, after two years Of invalid
ism. During those years l tried to
repay her for the sacrifice she had
made in giving me the education,
the" She choked up for a second,
and then went bravely on. "Her old
manager made q place for me in one
Of his companies. I took my mothers
name, Hetty Glynn, and-well, for
season and half was in the chorus.
I could not stay there. I could not"
she repeated with shudder. Il gave
It up after my mothers death. l was
fairly well equipped for work as
children's governess, SO engaged my
self to"