Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-28

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Molly Bryan lifted her right hand
high in the air in the unconscious sa-
lutte OF ancient times.
Stripping himself of great coat and
goggles and tossing them into his ma
chine. John Nelson hurried to her.
Il saw you when you started down
CLASSY mountain" she said. Her face
was pale. ~ did not know whether
you would make 1t safely Her left
hand went to her heart.
His beard was splashed with clay.
In his eyes was the effulgence of the
stars. He had come, perilously cours-
ing up and down the mountains, to
ask her aid In buying Christmas gifts.
in the shops Of the little city nesting
below them. for the little children of
the poor in the Dark Corner. He was
the unconscious instrument of one of
the beatitudes. blessed are the DOOR"
The look in her eyes. the trembling
of the hand she extended to him, the
quaver in her soft voice, the quick
flush that replaced the pallor Of her
checks as she read the love message
In his look, gave him the hint that she
expected his tongue to utter the
thoughts that filled his mind.
But he held back the words. He
was still master OF his tongue, but no
man with love in his heart, in every
fiber of his being. can master his soul.
10 ha11 o.
1t and started to step from her car.
Her heel slipped on the wet running
board and she fell against his breast.
Her head lay on his shoulder and,
with the world far below them and
the clouds lowering about them. their
lips met in the kiss of betrothal.
With Molly Bryan's kiss on his lips
and sweetening his life, Nelson found
himself on the other side of the chasm
he had shrunk from with dread in his
heart.
The thought that his stanch friend,
the old convict, was off on the hunt
for the man he dared not himself seek
brought him a measure of assurance
for his still troubling conscience.
Then, too, Molly took total posses
sion of him and banished from his
mind all concern except the moments
concern. He felt the warmth of her
sweet woman's body and its soft pres
sure against his. the burn and tingie
of her flushed cheeks.
Mr.. and Mrs. Bryan were anxiously
awaiting them when their machines
swung into the brad road leading
through the estate 70 tna mansion
which crowned 1t.
Here's Santa Claus" Molly shouted
to her parents. And am Mrs. Santa
Claus" She clasped his arm and clung
to it as they made their way up the
piazza steps.
~Mother-father." she said. John
and I love each other. He has asked
me to be his wife"
May l have her for better or for
worse?" he asked the parents.
Mr.. Bryans face had paled. "You
must talk with her mother" he said.
will you join me in the library after
you have been to your room. Nelson?"
The wind puffed down the great
chimney and filed Mr.. Bryan's library
with the fragrance of burning oak and
pine. The logs crackled above their
deepening ashen bed. The night had
come, and the well shelved room was
snug with the glow from the hearth.
Nelson" began Mr.. Bryan, leaning
forward In his armchair, you are ask
ing us for the best we have-our only
daughter. Are you worthyT
Il have tried to be-"
You must know that you have been
the subject of gossip because you have
lived as hermit"
Yes"
and you have admitted that there is
something in your own life which you
do not feel that l, Molly's father.
should share"