The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1915-05-06

frightened, darling. It's all right.
Listen to NE! Mrs. Desmond is as
| safe as"
"Oh, Freddy, Freddy" she walled,
breaking under a strain that he was
not by way of comprehending. "Oh,
Freddy, dear!" Her nerves gave way.
She was sobbing convulsively when
they came to the lower hall.
In great distress, he clasped her in
his arms, mumbling incoherent words
of love, encouragement--even ridicule
for the fear she betrayed. Far from
his mind was the real cause of her un-
happy plight.
He held her close to his breast and
there she sobbed and trembled as
with a mighty, racking chill. Her fin
gers clutched his arm with the grip
of one who cllngs to the edge of a
precipice with death below. Her face
was buried against his shoulder.
"You will come with me, Freddy"
she was whispering, clinging to him
as one in panic.
Yes, yes Don't be frightened, Lyd-
dy. IL know everything is all right
now. I'm sure of It,"
"Oh, I'm sure too, dear. have al
ways been sure" she cried, and he
understood, as she had understood.
Despite the protests of Jones, they
dashed out into the blighting thun-
derstorm. The rain beat down in tor
rents, the din was Internal. AS the
door closed behind them Lydia, in the
ecstasy Of freedom from restraint bit
terly imposed, gave vent to a shrill
cry of relief. Words, the meaning of
which he could not grasp, babbled
from her lips as they descended the
steps. One sentence fell vaguely clear
from the others, and 1t puzzled him.
He was sure that she said: "Oh, am
so glad, so happy we are out of that
house-you and together"
Close together, holding tightly to
each other, they breasted the whirling
sheets of rain. The big umbrella was
of little protection to them, although
held manfully to break the force Of
the cold flood of waters. They bent
their strong young bodies against the
wind, and a sort of wild, impish hilar-
ity took possession of them. 1t was
freedom, after all. They were fighting
a force in nature that they understood
and the sharp, staccato cries that
came from their lips were born of an
exultant glee which neither of them
could have suppressed nor controlled.
Their hearts were as wild as the TEN.
pest about them.
Mrs. Desmond threw open the door
as their wet, soggy feet came slosh-
ing down the hall. Frederic's arm
was about Lydia as they approached,
and both of their drenched faces were
wreathed in smiles-gay, exalted
smiles. The mother, white-faCed and
fearful, stared for a second at the
amazing pair, and then held out her
arms to them.
She was drenched in their embrece.
No one thought of the havoc tEaJ was
being created in :nat swift. InEulsive
contact. .
Il must run back nome," exclaimed
Frederic. Lydia placed herself be-
tween him and the door.
mol l want you to stay" she cried.
He stared. What funny ideal"
wait until the rain is over" added
Mrs. Desmond.
mo, no." cried Lydia. Il mean for
him to stay here the rest of the night
We can put you up, Freddy. Il
don't want you to go back there un'
til-until tomorrow"
A glad light broke in his face. by
jove, I-do you know, I'd like to stay
II really would, Mrs. Desmond. Can
you find place for me?" His voice
was eager, his eyes sparkling.
YES" said the mother, quietly, al
most serenely. "You shall have
Lydia's bed, Frederic. She can come
in with me. Yes, you must stay. Are
J you not our Frederick"
Thank you" he stammered, and his
: eyes fell.
} 81 will telephone to Jones when the
storm abates," said Mrs. Desmond