The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1916-03-23

hsr atU0otlOn 10 AlIlSOn. WkO was less
dis%eoncerting. Allison, casting an o.
casional glance at the intsose young
rector. seemed ~preoccupieA tonight;
and Mrs. Helen Davies. pausing to
take her sister Grace with her. walked
up the stairs with a forefinger tapping
at her well-shaped chin. She seemed
to have reversed places with her sis.
ter tonight. for Mrs. Sargent was su-
premely happy. while Helen Davies
was doing the family worrying.
She could have hidden Allison adieu
had she waited q very few minutes,
He was a nan VINO had spent a life
time in linking two and two together.
and he abided unwaveringly by his de-
auctions. There was no mistaking the
nature Of the change which was SO APP
parent in Rev. Smith Boyd; but ALI
son, after careful thought on the mat
ter, was able to take a comparatively
early departure.
I'll see you tomorrow, Gall" he OBJ
served finally. Rising. he crossed to
where she sat, and, reaching into her
lap. he took both her hands. He let
her arms swing from his clasp, and,
looking down into her eyes with smil.
ing regard, he gave her hands an extra
pressure. which sent, for the hun
dredth time hat night. q surge Of
color over her face.
Rev. Smith Boyd. blazing down at
that scene, suddenly felt something
crushing under his hand. 1t was the
light rune board of the music rack,
and three hairs, which had lain in
suddenly popped erect. Ten thousand
years before, had these three been %
grouped. Allison would have felt a
stone a. on the back of his neck, but
as 1t was he passed out unmolested.
holding carelessly to the young rec
look which was the perfection of easy
assurance.
Rev. Smith Boyd wasted not a min.
ute in purposeless hesitation or idle
preliminary conversation.
Call" he said, in q voice which
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ten, which vibrated with all the love
passion ever breathed, which pleaded
with the love appeal Of all the domi.
nant forces since creation. Gail had
resumed her seat on the end Of the
piano bench. and now he reached
down and took her hand, and held It,
unresisting. She was weak and limp.
and she averted her eyes from the
burning gaze which beamed down on
her. Her breath was ~iuttering, and
the hand which lay In her lap was cold
and trembling. Gail, l love you!" He
bent his head and kissed her hand.
The touch was fire, and she felt her
blood leap to 1t. Gail, dear" and his
voice was like the suppressed cres.
cendo Of a tremendous organ flute;
| IL come to you with the love of q man
| come to you with the love of one
inspired to do great deeds, not Just
to lay them at your feet, but because
you are in the world" He bent lower.
and tried to gaze into the brown eyes
| under those fluttering lashes. He held
her hand more tightly to him. clasped
II to his breast. oppressed her with
the tremendous desire OF his whole
being to draw her to him, and hold
her close, as one and a part of him for
| all time to come, mingling and merg-
ing them into one ecstatic harmony.
Gail! Oh. Gail, GALL"
There was a cry in that repetition
OF her name, almost an anguish. She
stole an upward glance at him, her
face pale, her beautiful lips half part.
ed, and in her depthless brown eyes,
alive now with a new light which had
been born within her, there was no
forbiddance, though she dropped them
hastily, and bent her head still lower.
She had made herself an eternal part
of him just then, had he but seized
upon that unspoken assent, and taken
her in his arms, and breathed to her
OF the love Of man for woman. the love
that never dies nor wavers nor falters.
dure.
He bent still closer to her, so that
he all but EMBODIED her. His warm
breath was upon her cheek. The sym
pathy which was between them
bridsed the narrow chasU Of air, and
enveloped them In an ethereal flame
which coursed them from head to foot,
and had already nigh welded them
into one.
Il need you. Call" he told her. Il
need you to be my wife. my sweet
heart, my companion. need you to
go with me through life, to walk hand
In hand with me about the greatest
work In the world, the redemption Of
the fallen and helpless. into whose
lives We may shed some OF the beauty
which blossoms in our own"
There was a low cry from Gail, .
cry which was half a sob. which came
with a sharp intake of the breath. and
carried with 1t pain and sorrow and
protest. She had been 20 happy. In
what she fancied to be the nea full
fillment OF the promptings which had
grown SO strong within her. No surge
of emotion like this had ever swept
over her; no such a Of yearning
had eyer carried her impetuously up