The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1916-04-06
A story great
love and great
hate. Heart
stirring inter
est in every
chapter.

He nodded, his eyes nxed on her
half-sverted face.
Perhaps you are rfghS-women ora
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 q small case
which he opened and placed on the
table before her. That IL my first
gift" he said simply. Al though drawn
against her will. she turned. Her ewes
rested on the ring in Its cold, gray
setting, and their pupils dilated with
an amazed involuntary displeasure. II
was single, nawless emerald, square
cut and set in a narrow band Of san
phire.
Farquhar took 1t from its case and
held 1t out to her.
you don't understand. II cap,t no
Just now. It's as though we were re-
Joicing In the midst Of terrible grief.
Surely you have heardY'
Il know that your brother has not
been found" he answered earnestly
Il know that he was-is very dear to
you Why should that come between
us nowY'
Because" She made a little
feeble gesture of despair, and then
went on breathlessly. ITS not for
myself, Richard. There is my father
to be considered. Roberts loss has
broken his heart. He is lll-you must
nave seen that can't tell him that I
am going to leave him"
i don't ask 1t OF you. / shall be
patient. shall wait q year-two
years, but you can't keep me on the
outside OF your life while wait. You
belong to me-you gave yourself to
me. don't claim more than you gave
= wouldn't claim that much IL
saw 1t was not for your happiness
and now hold you above my life. nv
honor"
"Oh, hush! hushp She looked at
him with terrified. beseeching eyes.
Please don't say that-I don't want TO
hear 1t, Richard. 1t sounds so-wild
ana mad, and your eyes brighten me.
Be- reasonable and gentle-dear."
The hard lines of violence smoothed
themselves from his face as IL by
miracle. With an almost feminine fem
ierness he took her icy hand between
lis own and chafed It,"
Forgive mel think have q devi,
me- Sylvia, little black fiend that
Irlyes Newell, to the very devil. I'm
act" He stopped. his eyes narrow
ng as though at some vision which he
ouid not fully face. "If lost you
Viva, what Is the matter ?" He looked
her more intently, and then, with a
udden fash Of perception. "SomethIng
as happened-out there in Algiers.
Vhat?"
Sne did not answer. She was not
ven looking at him. Following her
ance' he turned slowly on his heel.
an who had stood hesitating on the
resnold now came toward them. his
Ind extended.
Forgive me, Miss Omney. I inter-
lpted, but understood that l should
Id you here, and l could not wait.
on see, l am punctual to the hour
I'd to the day."
sPohe III Englfsn, with q faint
cent that was not displeasIng. Rich
q Farquhar drew back. The vehe-
ence had vanished from his manner,
aving him curiously at ease. Sylvia
nney glanced at him, swiftly, with
almost childish appeal and fear.
Richard, this is Captain Arnaud.
e met out In Algiers Captain Ar
ud-this Is Mr.. Farquhar."
Both men bowed. The Frenchman
llled with cordial recognition.
4 have heard your name often, Mr..
lrquhar. You are what Is called an
piayfeiiow, are you not-a privi-
,ed position?'
FOR an instant Farquhar waited, his
es nxed on the girls white face. She
not look at him or speak.
Indeed, most privileged"
he picked up the emerald ring and
ppeo II carelessly back into his
cket.