The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1914-06-06

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Joy started in his eyes-tears of ex-
quisite delight.
Good God, Hetty. IL can't 90
without you,' he whispered. shaken
by his passion. Nothing can come
between US. / must have you always
like this"
Che sara, sara" she sighed. ike
the breath of the summer vino as
1t sings in the trees.
The minutes passed and neither
spoke. His rapt gaze hung upon the
glossy crown that pressed against MIN
SO gently. He could not see her eyes
but somehow he felt they were tlghuy
shut, as If in pain.
Il love you, Hetty. Nothing can
matter" he whispered at last. ell
me what il is"
She lifted her head and gently with
drew herself from his embrace. ne
did not oppose her, noting the serious
almost somber look in her eyes as sne
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.
81 have been sure of 1t, dear. from
the beginning" he said quietly.
Then her tongue was loosed. The
words rushed to her lips. Il was
Hawkright's model for six months.
I 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. Il can't love
and hate at the same time," he said.
There was nothing wrong In what
you did for Hawkright. l am a 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, Il am not altogether a
sham. l am the daughter Of Colonel
Castleton, and l am cousin Of all the
Murgatroyds-the poor relation. 1t
isn't as II l we're the scum Of the
earth, is it? l am a Castleton. My
father comes Of a noble family. And.
Brandon, the only thing I've ever done
in my life that ! am Eeally ashamed
Of is the deception l practiced on you
when you brought that magazine to
me and faced me with 1t. l did not
lie to you. l simply let you believe
l was not the-the person you thought
I 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. I 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, a younger son,
fell in love with her. They we're 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
l NJ
Then to India. Then back to London
where an aunt had died, leaving my
father quite a comfortable fortune
But his old friends would have moth
ing to do with him. He had lived
well, he had made life a hell for m,
mother in those frontier posts. He de
serted US In the end, after he hat
squandered the fortune. My mothe
made no effort to compel him to pro
vide for her or for me. She wa,
proud. She was hurt. Today he Il
in India, still in the service, a mar
tinet with a record for bravery OF
the field OF battle that cannot b,
taken from him, no matter what els,
may befall. / hear from him once O
twice a year. That Is all | can tel
you about him. My mother died thre,
years ago, after two years of invalid
ism. During those years / tried I,
repay her for the sacrifice she ha,
made in giving me the education
the" She choked up for a second
and then went bravely on. Her oil,
manager made a place for me In on,
of his companies. took my mother
name, Hetty Glynn, and-well, for
season and half was in the chorus
| could not stay there. | could not,
she repeated with a shudder. 81 CAV
it up after my mothers death. wa
fairly well equipped for work as
children's governess, SO l engaged my
self to"
She stopped in dismay, for he wa
laughing.
And now do you know what thin
OF you, Miss Hetty Glynn?" he cried
selling her hands and regarding he
with a serious. steadfast CLEAN in hi
eyes. You are the Quickest, sandies
girl I've ever known. You are tn
kind that heroines are made of. Their
Is nothing In what you've told me tina
could In the least alter my regard 70
you, except to increase the love
thought could be no stronger. Wi
you marry me, Hetty?"
She jerked her hands away. an
held them clenched against her breas