Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1916-06-16

"Youl oh, Richardr'
He strobe across the room to her
side. He seized her hands and kissed
them in a stormy outbreak Of passion
which seemed terrify her. She
shrank from him, valnly trying to free
himself
ooh, Richard-don't-yo must be
more careful-we are not alone-there
are people"
He laughed up at her His eyes were
alight. The subdued flicker of reck-
lessness, never wholly absent, blazed
up in defiance of her white timidity.
81 know there are people-hundreds
of them-somewhere down in that dull
old world which we've left miles be-
meath. Yes, l dare say, l am a little
mad. l feel tim glad of 1t. It's
| good to be mad like this" Suddenly
her expression penetrated his intoxica-
ton. He stopped short. Sylvia
you're not ill?" he said roughly.
She shook her head, half smiling
half fearful.
| you may not care what people
think, but l do-all nice women do.
We are not properly engaged. You
forget that"
He nodded, his eyes fixed on her
half-averted face.
Perhaps you are right-women are
different. In their love and in their
religion they seek the outward, visible
signs. have brought the visible signs
with me-" He put his hand to his
pocket and drew out a small case,
which he opened and placed on the
table before her. "That is my first
gift" he said simply. AS though drawn
against her will, she turned. Her eyes
rested on the ring in its cold, gray
setting, and their pupils dilated with
an amazed involuntary displea5ure. 1t
was a single, fiawless emerald, square
cut and set in a narrow band of sap
phire.
Farquhar took it from its case and
held 1t out to her
''You don't understand. 1t can't be
just now. It's as though we were re
joicing in the midst of a terrible grief
Surely you have heard?"
81 know that your brother has no
been found" he answered earnestly
81 know that he was-is very dear t.
you. Why should that come between
us now?"
because She made a little
feeble gesture of despair, and theI
went on breathlessly. tits not TO
myself, Richard. There is my fathe
to be considered. Roberts loss hal
broken his heart. He is ill--you mus
have seen that-I can't tell him that
= am going to leave him"
81 don't ask 1t of you. l shall b.
patient. 1 shall wait a year-tw,
years, but you can't keep me on tn
outside of your life while 1 wait. Yol
belong to me-you gave yourself t
D me. 1 don't claim more than you CAV
Il wouldn't claim that much If
saw it was not for your happiness
F; and now hold you above my life, m.
honor"
"Oh, hush hushr' She looked a
him with terrified, beseeching eyes
'Please don't say that don't want t
hear it, Richard. 1t sounds so-wil'
and mad, and your eyes brighten me
Be reasonable and gentle-dear."
The hard lines of violence smoothe'
themselves from his face as If by
miracle. With an almost feminine ten
derness he took her icy hand between
his own and chafed it,
Forgive me-I think have devi
in me, Sylvia, little black fiend tina
drives Newell, to the very devil, il
fact" He stopped, his eyes narrow
ing as though at some vision which h
could not fully face. "If 1 lost you
Sylvia, what is the matter?" He locke,
J at her more intently, and then, with
sudden flash of perception. "Somethin
has happened-out there in Algiers
WhatY
She did not answer. She. was no
even looking at him. Following he
glance, he turned slowly on his heel.
man who had stood hesitating on tn
threshold now came toward them, hi
hand extended.
Forgive me, Miss Omney. 1 inter
rupted, but l understood that l shoul
find you here, and 1 could not wal
| 1Ou SEC, dh puhSiuai " ehC hOu
and to the day"
! He spoke in English, with a fair
. accent that was not displeasing. Ricl
. ard Farquhar drew back. The veht
e mence had vanished from his manner
= leaving him curiously at ease. Sylvi
Y Omney glanced at him, swiftly, wit
0 an almost childish appeal and fear.
l Richard, this is Captain Arnau(
. We met out in Algiers. Captain Al
: naud-this is Mr.. Farquhar."
e Both men bowed. The Frenchma
? smiled with cordial recognition.
81 have heard your name often, Nj
e Farquhar. You are what is called a
C old playfellow, are you not-a priv
/ legged position?"
: For an instant Farquhar waited, hi
e eyes fixed on the girls white face. Sh
e did not look at him or speak.
0 Indeed, most privileged"
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