The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1914-06-30

been certain, Judith, of your heart.
Sometimes ] have thought you loved
meme only-as / love you. Last
night when l saw you wearing my
cape jessamines at the ball, I was
almost sure Of it. But when you made
me promise, whatever happened, not
to lift my hand against him, then
doubted. Was it because you feared
for him? Would to God at this moment
l knew this was not true! For what
ever the fact, l must love you, dar-
ling, you and no other, as long as
live!"
When she had read thus far, she
closed the letter, and pressing a hand
against her heart as If to still its
throbbing, locked tie written pages
IN drawer of her bureau. She went
downstairs and made Ranston bring
her chair to its accustomed place I'M
der the rose-arbor, and sat there
through the falling twilight.
She and Shirley talked but little at
dinner, and what she said seemed to
come winging from old memories-her
own girlhood, it's routes and picnics
and harum-scarum pleasures. And
there were long gaps in which she
sat silent, playing with her napkin,
the light color coming and going In
her delicate cheek, lost in revery. 1t
was not till the hall-clock struck her
usual hour that she rose to go to her
room.
Don't send Emmaline," she said.
81 shan't want her." She kissed Shir-
ley good night. Maybe after while
you will sing for me; you haven't
played your harp for ever so long"
In the subdued candle-light Mrs
cambridge locked the door of her
room. She opened a closet, and from
the very bottom of small haircloth
trunk, lifted and shook out from its
many tissue wrappings faded gown
of rose-colored silk, with pointed bod
ice and old-fashioned puffeleeves. She
spread this on the bed and laid with 1t
a pair of yellowed satin slippers and
a little straw basket that held spray
of what had once been cape jessa-
mine.
In the Pickering light she undressed
and rearranged her hair, catching its
silvery curling meshes in low soft
coil. Looking almost furtively about
her, she put on the rose-colored gown,
and pinned the withered flower-spray
on its breast. She lighted more
candles-in the wall-brackets and on
the sing-table-and the reading
lamp on the desk Standing before
her mirror then, she gazed long at the
ref1ection--the poor faded rose-tint
against the pale ivory of her slender
neck, and the white hair. A little
CULVER ran over her lips.
Whatever the fact she whispered,
g" you and no other as long
as live"
She unlocked the bureau-drawer
then, took out the letter, and seating
herself by the table, read the>remain-
der:
81 write this in the old library and
Bristow holds my horse by the porch.
He will give you this letter when l
am gone.
Last night we were dancing-all
of us-at the ball. can scarcely be-
lieye it was less than twelve hours
agoi The calendar on nay desk has a
motto for each leaf. Today's is this;
Every man carries his fate on rib
and about his neck Last night l
would have smiled at that perhaps;
today l say to myself, It's true-it's
true!' Two little hours ago | could
have sworn that whatever happened
to me Sassoon would suffer no HARM
Judith, l could not avoid the meet
ing. You VIII know the circum-
stances, and viii see that it was forced
upon me. But though we met on the