Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-02-10
The Place Of Hong1noons, etc.
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DAY on board, that you had built
bridges. Arthur couldn't build any
thing stronger than an artists easel.
You are Paul Ellison"
Il am sorry you found out"
'sWhy?"
because wanted to be no more
than an incident in your life, just
Parrot & CO..
Parrot & Col"
It was like caress; but he was too
dull to sense it. and she was uncon-
'scious of the infection. The burning
sunshine gave to his hair and beard
the glistening of ruddy gold. Her
imagination. full Of unsupported poetry
at this moment. clothed him in the
metals of viking. There were other
whirlpools besides those in her eyes,
but Elsa did not sense the drifting as
he had done. 1t was insidious.
IAN incident" she repeated
"Could be more?" with sudden
ifierceness. Gould l be any more in
any woman's life? take myself for
what I am, but the world will always
take me for what l have done. Yes.
! am Paul Ellison. forgotten, hope,
BY all those who knew me. Why did
you seek me that night? Why did
you come into my life to make bitter.
ness become despair? The blacklist
kind Of despair. Elsa Chetwood,
Elsa! Well, the consul is
right. am strong man. l can go
out of your life, at least physically.
I can say that love you, and l can
add to that good-byy
He wheeled abruptly and went
quickly down the gallery. bareheaded,
without any destination in his mind,
with only one thought. to leave her
before he lost the last shreds OF his
self-control
II was then that Elsa knew her
heart. She had spoken truly. She
held out his hands. she would have
gone to him. gone with him, anywhere
in the world, lawfully or unlawfully.
Elsa sang. When Martha came to
help her dress for dinneh she still
sang. 1t was wordless song, mel
ody that every human heart contains
and which finds expression but once.
Elsa loved.
Doubt, that arch.enemy Of love and
faith and hope. doubt had spread its
dark pinions and flown away into yes.
terdays. She felt the zest and exhila-
ration Of bird Just given its free.
dom. Once she slipped from Martha's
cunning hands and ran out upon the
gallery.
ELSA, your waist!"
Elsa laughed and held out her bare
\ arms to the faded sky where. but a
little while since. the sun had burned
pathway down the world. All in an
hour. one small trifiing space Of time.
this wonderful, magical thing had
happened. He loved her. There had
been hunger for her in his voice, in
his blue eyes. Presently she was go
ing to make him feel very sorry that
he had not taken her in his arms,
then and there.
ELSA, what in mercy's name pos.
sesses you?"
II am mad. Martha. mad as March
hare. whatever that isl" She loved.
People win think SO, II they hap.
pen to come along and see that waist.
| Please come instantly and let me An
ish hooking it. You act like you did
when you were ten. You never would
stand STILL"
Eyes, and remember how you used
to yank my pigtails. l haven't really
forgiven you yet"
II believe it's going home that's the
matter with you. Well. for one shall
be glad to leave this horrid country.
Cinnamon everywhere, in your room,
at your table, under your feet. And in
the streets, Cinnamon and Malays and
Hindus, and don't know what other
outlandish races and tribes. Why,
what's all this?" cried Martha, bend.
ing to the floor.
Elsa ran back to the room. She
gave little gasp when she saw what
1t was that Martha was holding out
for her inspection. 1t was Warning
toms letter of credit. She had totally
forgotten its existence. Martha coul'
,, not help seeing it. Elsa explained
frankly what 1t was and how it had
come into her possession. Martha
was Mortified.
ELSA, they might have entered
your room; and your jewels lying
about everywhere! How could you be
so careless!"
But they didn't. I'll return this to
MT. Warrington in the morning: per-
haps tonight, II / see him at dinner"
HE was in the next room. and we
never knew it," The final hook
snapped in place. We'll, Wednesday
our boat leaves" as II this put a
period to all further discussion anent
Mr.. Parrot & Co. Nothing very seri.
GUS could happen between that time
ana now. I
"Wednesday night" Elsa began to
sing again, but not 80 joyously. The
petty things Of everyday life were
lifting their heads once more. and Of
necessity she must recognize them.
She sat at the consul generals table.
Informally. There was gay incense.
quential chatter, an exchange Of rec.
objections and comparisons Of cities
and countries they had visited at sep
arate times: but neither she nor he