Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-06-18

Remained at the Window.
"a ,r- <essssSsr 'Ss' ~
frightened, darling. It's all right.
Listen to me! Mrs. Desmond is as
safe as"
ooh, Freddy, Freddy" she walled,
breaking under a strain that he was
not by way of compromising. "Oh.
Freddy, dear!" Her nerves gave way
She was sobbing convuls!vely when
they came to the lower hall.
In great distress, he clasped her in
his arms, mumbling %incoherent words
of love, Observation-Disclosures 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 clings 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.
Eyes, yes. Don't be frightened, Lyd-
dy. IL know everything is all right
now. I'm sure Of It."
"Oh, I'm SURF 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, l am
SO glad, so happy we are out of that
house-you and I 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. It was
freedom, after oil. They were fighting
a force in nature that they understood
and the sharp, staccato cries thai
came from their lips were born of ar
exultant glee which neither Of then
could have suppressed nor controlled
Their hearts were as wild as the tenn
pest about them.
Mrs. Desmond threw open the dool
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 ant
fearful, stared for a second at thu
amazing pair, and then held out hel
arms to them.
She was drenched in their embrace
No one thought of the havoc that wal
being created in that swift, impulsiv,
contact. .
Il must run back home," exclaime,
Frederic. Lydia placed herself be
tween him and the door.
mo! want you to stay" she cried
He stared. What a funny idea!
wait until the rain is over" adde,
Mrs. Desmond.
. mo, no." cried Lydia. II mean 70
him to stay here the rest of the night
We a put you up, Freddy. l.
don't want you to go back there UT
) til-until tomorrow"
, A glad light broke in his face. "B
: love, do you know, I'd like to STAY
IL really would. Mrs. Desmond. Ca
. you find a place for me?" His voic
t was eager, his eyes sparkling.
I Yes" said the mother, quietly, a
most serenely. "You shall hav
Lydia's bed, Frederic. She can com
in with me. Yes, you must stay. Ar
g you not our Frederick"
n Thank you," he stammered, and hi
< eyes fell,
Q 81 will telephone to Jones when th
storm abates." said Mrs. Desmon,