The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1916-06-02
A story of great
love and great
hate. Heart
stirring inter-
est in eVerV
chapter.

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 it's cold, gray
setting. and their pupils dilated with
an amazed Involuntary displeasure. It
was a single. fawless emerald, square
cut and set in narrow band Of sap
phire
Farquhar took it from it's case and
held 1t out to her
You don't understand. 1t can't be
Just now. It's as though we We're re
joicing in the midst of terrible grief
Surely you have heard?'
II know that your brother has not
y
Il know that he was-is very dear to
you. Why should that come between
us now?"
"Beca use" She made a little.
feeble gesture of despair. and then
went on breathlessly. It's not for
myself. Richard. There is my father
to be considered. Roberts loss has
broken his heart. He is ill--you must
have seen that-I can't tell him that I
am going to leave him.
Il don't ask it of you. | shall be
patient. l shall wait a year-tWo
years, but you can't keep me on the
outside Of your life while l wait. You
belong to me-you gave yourself to
me. l don't claim more than you gave
i wouldn't claim that much if |
saw it was not for your happiness
and now hold you above my life. my
honor
"Oh, hush. hushr' She looked at
him with terrified. beSeeching eyes.
please don't say that don't want to
hear it. Richard. 1t sounds so-wild
Be reasonable and gentle-dear.'
The hard lines of violence smoothed
themselves from his face as II by a
miracle. With an almost feminine ten
derness he took her icy hand between
his own and chafed it,"
Forgive mel think I have devil
in me. Sylvia. little black fiend thar
drives Newell, to the very devil. in
fact" He stopped. his eyes narrow
ing as though at some vision which he
could not fully face. IF | lost you--
Sylvia. what is the ma tter?" He looked
at her more intently. and then, with a
sudden fash of perception. Something
has happened-out there in Agiers.
WHAT"
She did not answer. She was not
even looking at him. Following her
glance. he turned slowly OH his heel. 4
man who had stood hesitating on the
threshold now came toward them, his
hand extended.
Forgive me. Miss Omney. | inter
rupted. but | understood that l should
ma you mere. anu cOuIu MOI Will.
You see, l am punctual to the hour
and to the day"
He spoke in English. with a faint
accent that was not displeaslng. Rich
ard Farquhar drew back. The vehe-
mence had vanished from his manner.
leaving him curiously at ease. Sylvia
Omney glanced at him. swiftly. with
an almost childish appeal and fear.
Richard, this is Captain Arnaud.
We met out in Algiers. Captain Ar
naud-this is Mr.. Farquhar.
Both men bowed. The Frenchman
smiled with cordial recognition.
Il have heard your name often. Mr..
FarqlIhar. You are what is called an
old playfe!low. are you not--a privi.
legged position?'
For an instant FarqUhar waited. his
eyes fixed on the girls white face. She
did not look at him or speak.
Indeed, most privileged
He picked up the emerald ring and
slipped it carelessly back into his
pocket.