The Cairo bulletin., 1914-04-09

s3id 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
CT" Her eyes were burning with ear.
nestness. He could not but understand
what she meant
Again he stroked her hair. 81 am
cure of that" he said.
my mother was Kitty Glynn, the
actress. My father, a younger son,
fell in love with her. They were mar.
ried against the wishes of his father,
who cut him off He was In the serv.
ice, and he was brave enough to stick.
They went to one OF the South ART.
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 me. She was
proud. She was hurt. Today he is
in India, still In the service. a mar
ttnet with II record for bravery on
the field of battle that cannot be-
taken from him, no matter what else
may befall. hear from him once or
twice a year. That IL all | can tell
you about him. My mother died three
years ago, after two years OF invalid
ism. During those years | tried to
repay her for the sacrifice she had
made In giving me the education,
the" She choked up for second,
and then went bravely on. "Her old
manager made place for me In one
Of his companies. took my mothers
name, Hetty Glynn, and-weil. for a
season and half was In the chorus.
could not stay there. l could not"
she repeated with a shudder. 81 gave
it up after my mothers death. l was
fairly we'll equipped for work as a
children's governess, SO l engaged my.
self to-"
She stopped In dismay. for he was
laughing.
And now do you know what think
Of you, Miss Hetty Glynn?" he cried,
seizing her hands and regarding her
with a aaripuu ctaadfant x,Ioa,, a., k,ta
eyes. You are the pluckiest, ssndiest
girl I've ever known. You are the
kind that heroines are made OF. There
is nothing In what you've told me that
could in the least alter my regard for
you, except TO increase the love
thought could be no stronger. VIII
you marry me, Hetty?"
She jerked her hands away, and
held them clenched against her breast.
NO! / cannot II Is impossible,
Brandon. II | loved you less than
do, might say yes, but-no. it Ia Inn
possible"
His eyes narrowed. A gray shadow
crept over his face.
There can be only one obstacle so
serious as all that" he said slowly.
"You-you are already married"
mol she cried, lifting her pathetic
eyes to mis-. III len't that On, please
be good to mel Don't ask me to say
| anything more. Don't make 1t hard
for me, Brandon love you'll love
you. To be your wife would be the
| most glorious--No, no! | must not
| even think OF 1t. must put 1t out
OF my mind There is barrier, dear.
| est. We cannot surmount 1t. Don't
ask mo ito tell YOU, for cannot. II
am so happy In knowing that you love
| me, and that you still love me after
have told you how mean and shame
less | was in deceiving--"
| He drew her close and kissed her
full on the trembling lips. She gasped
and closed her eyes, lying like one In
= swoon. Soft, moaning sounds came
from her lips. He could not help feel
ing vast pity for her, she was sc
gentle, so iniserably hurt by some
thing he could not understand. but
knew to be monumental In its power
to Cypress.
Listen, dearest" he said, after q
long silence; 81 understand this much
at least: you can't talk about IL now
Whatever it Is, II hurts. and God
knows don't want to make 1t worse
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