Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-10-08
There! and 1 said that wild horses

should never drag it out Of mel"
Again he said, Wait" and covered
the shining head on his shoulder with
carressing hand. 1T wasn't love
then, little girl; that's why it breaks
my heart to tell you-it was just mad
ness. And it wasn't clean; you've got
to know that, too
She nodded her head violently. IL
know" she murmured; Il knew it at
the time, and that wes what made
me cry. But now it's-its different,
isn't it, boy? now you-are-"
You have heard it all, Margery.
You know what 1 thought 1 was, and
what l have turned out to be- I'm
afraid am just a common crook, after
all; there doesn't seem to be stand
ing room anywhere else for me. But
every living fiber Of me, the good and
the bad loves you-loves you''
What do / care for anything else?"
she flashed back. You are you, Ken
meth, dear; that is all 1 know, and all
care for. If you had stolen all the
money in the world, and had killed
dozen men to make your getaway, it
would be just the same. Only"
only what?" he demanded jealously.
1T would be just the same to me;
but-but. Oh, boy, dear! it
will never, never be the same to you!"
Il don't understand, he STAN
mered.
Some day you will. You call your
self a crook-man, man! there isn't
a crooked drop Of blood in you! Don't
know? You persuaded yourself that
you had right to take this money;
perhaps you did have; I don't say
you didn't. When 1 see anything I
want, I reach out and take 1t, If can
and guess most people would, If they
dared. But you are different; you are
good. Some day all these dreadful
things that have come tagging along
after the fact will rise up and gnash
their teeth at you and tell you that 1t
was sin, a crime. And then-oh,
boy, dear! then 1 shall lose you!"
Very gently he took her in his arms
again; and for a time all things SEN
sible and tangible, the deserted drive
way and the splashing Of the little
waves on the sands, the sterling moon
light and the stenciled shadows Of the
oaks, were forgotten in the great soul
healing silence that wrapped them
about and enveloped them.
"Margery," he began, when the in
terval Of thoughtful heart searching
had done it's illuminative work, what
would you say If 1 should tell you
that your some day has already
Gomez"
She started as If he had thrust
knife into her. Then she slipped out
of his arms and caught up his hand
to press it against her cheek.
Il should say, Whatsoever seemeth
good in the eyes Of my dear lord, so
let it be-"
But think q moment, girl; IL one
has done wrong, there must be atone
ment. That is the higher law-the
highest law-and no man may evade
It. Do you know what that would
mean for me?"
1T Is the Price, boy, dear; / don't
ask you to pay it. Listen: My father
and have agreed to disagree, and he
has turned over to me a lot Of money
that he took from-that was once my
mothers brothers share in the Colo
RADIO gold mines. What is mine is
yours. We can pay back the money.
Will that do?"
He was shaking his head slowly.
NO." he said, II think it wouldn't
do
Il was afraid it wouldn't" she
sighed, 'but I had to try. Are they
still gnashing their teeth at you-the
dreadful things, I mean?"
He did not answer in words, but she
knew, and held her peace. At the end
Of the ends he sprang up suddenly and
drew her to her feet.
II can't do it, Margery, girl! 1 can't
ask you to wait-and afterward to
marry convict! Think Of it-even If
Galbraith were willing to withdraw,
the law wouldn't let him. and I'd get
the limit; anything from seven years
to fifteen or more. Oh, my God, no!
I can't pay the price! can't give
you up!"
She put her arms around his neck
and drew his head down and kissed
him on the lips. "Tll wait oh,
boy, boy! I'll wait! But I can neither
push you over the edge nor hold you
back. Only don't think Of me: please,
please don't think Of me!-'Whatso-
ever seemeth good'-that is what you
must think Of; that Is my last word:
Whatsoever seemeth good'" And
she pushed him from her and fled.
(To be Continued)
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