The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1914-08-13

intended TO tell me by those flowers
| went to st. Andrews that night. In
the dark, after read your letter.
Who told your Your-mother?"
mo, MOI" she cried. She would
never have told mel"
His face lighted. With an irreslst-
Ible movement he caught her to him.
shirley" he cried. 1T shan't be!
II shan't, ! tell you! You can't break
our lives In two like this! It's un.
thinkablo."
mo, no." she said piteously. push.
ing him from her. You don't under.
stand. You are a man. and en-
can't"
81 do understand" he insisted. "Oh,
my darling. my darling, II isn't right
for that spectral thing TO come be.
tween us! Why. II belonged TO a past
generation! However sad the out.
come Of that duel, II held no dishonor.
! know only too well the ruin T.
brought my fatherl It's enough that
II wrecked three lives. II shan't rise
again. like Banquo's ghost to haunt
ours, ! know what you think
would love you the more. II I could
love YOU more, for that sweet loyalty
but It's wrong, dear. It's wrong!"
ITS the only way"
Listen. Your mother loves you.
II she knew you loved me. she would
bear anything rather than have you
suffer like this. You say she wouldn't
have told you herself. Why. II my
father"
She tore her hands from his and
faced him with n cry. An. that is It!
You knew your father 80 little. lie
was never TO you what she Is to mo.
Why, I've been all the life she has
had. ] remember when she mended
my dolls, and held me when | had
scarlet fever, and sang me the songs
the trees sang 10 themselves at night.
! said my prayers at her knee TN |
was twelve years old. We were never
apart a day I'LL ! went away 10 school"
She paused. breathless.
Doesn't that prove what say"
he said, bending toward her. she
loves you far better than herself. She
wants your happiness"
Gould that mean hers" che de-
manded. her bosom heaving. TO SEQ
us together - always - always, To
be reminded In everything-ths lines
OF your face-the tones OF your voice.
maybe-of that! Oh. you don't know
how women feel-how they remember
how they grieve! I've gone over all
you can say I'LL my soul cries out. but
It can't change It. II can't!
Valiant felt as though he we're bat.
tering with bruised knuckles at a stone
wall. A helpless anger simmered in
him. Suppose" he said bitterly, that
your mother n day. perhaps after
long years. learns OF our sacrifice.
She Ia likely TO guess In the end, |
VIII II add TO her pleasure. do
YOU fancy. TO discover that out OF this
conception Of flial l~oyalty-for It's
| suppose!-you have spoiled
your " lifo?"
She %shuddered. She will never
she said b~rokenly. "Oh,
know she would not have spoken. She
would suffer anything for my happi.
ness. but ! wouldn't have her bear
any more for my sake"
HE anger faded suddenly. and when
he looked at her again, tears we're
In his eyes.
Shirley" no said. IT'S my heart,
100. that you are binding on the
v heel! ] love you. ! want nothing
but you! Id rather beg my bread
from door 10 door with your hand
la mi than sit on n throne without
you, what can there be In life for
me unless you share It? Think OF our
Think Of the fate that brought
here TO find you in Virginia.
OF garden-where ! thought
We would live and work and dream
TN We were old and gray-together.