The states-graphic. (Brownsville, Tenn.) 1???-1984, 1917-02-09

Ana III were not mere, she went on
swiftly, too happy In her love to be
mindful of anything else. II certainly
would not be doing-this."
And of her own motion she kissed
him in the moonlight.
"And If you were not doing this
said he, making the proper return, 81
might not have had the courage to tell
you."
"You haven't told me anything-in
words" she answered, fain to hear
from his lips what she well knew from
the beating of his heart.
"It's not, too late then to tell yot
that love you, that l am yours. To
give myself to you seems to be the
highest possibility In life, If you will
only take me-"
"And do you love me more than the
bridget"
more than all the bridges in the
world, past, present and to come; more
> than anything or anybody. 1 tell you
| never knew what love was or what
life was until saw you sliding to your
death. If had not succeeded / should
have followed you"
II felt that, too,' she answered
dreamily.
"We must go back, dearest" he said
at last, II am so fearful for you even
, now that am almost unwilling to try
1t. Every time glance down through
these interspaces between the string
ers my blood runs cold"
"You supported me before; l will
support you now" laughed the woman.
woman.
no" said the man, tive will go to-
gether."
They turned toward the shore. He
took her hand and slipped his other
arm about her just as simply and nat
urally as If they had been any humble
lover and his lass In the countryside.
BY and by they got to the end of the
bridge. Far down the platform they
could see the lights of the car.
Listen" she said as they walked
slowly along. "Yfd must not tell fa-
Their anything about this little acci-
dent"
II obey, but why notf"
1T would only worry him, md Il
was my fault =
4 No, mine
II win not hear you say it."
''But / must speak to your father
about"
sand the sooner the better; he is In
good humor with you and the bridge
now. l have heard him speak well of
you. l believe he will be glad to give
me to you.
"And If notf"
II should hate to grieye my father,
but"
She turned and looked at him In the
moonlight, her glorious golden head,
her neck, her shoulders, her arms bare
and beautiful In the celestial illumi-
nation. He seized her hand and lifted
1t to his lips as devotee, and she UNI
derstood the reason for the little touch
I~of old-world formality and reserve,
when nought but his will prevented
him from taking her to his heart and
making her lips, her eyes, her face, his
own.
"Now may God deal with me as !
deal with you" he said fervently, IF !
ever fail at least to try with all my
heart and soul and strength to measure
up to your sweetness and light"
my prayer for myself, too" she
whispered.
"YOu need 1t not"
"You must wait here" she said,
deeply touched, as they had now
reached the steps Of the car, until l
have changed my dress; father would
notice = anybody would = that tear.
When have finished / will come back
to you and then we will seek him and
tell him.
Accordingly Meade stood obediently
waiting outside the car in the shadow
1t cast. There was no one about. The
servants had gone to bed. The porter
Of the car was noddlng In his quarters,
waiting for the time to turn out the
lights. The engineer had the long
platform all to himself. After o time
he chose to walk quietly up and down,
thinking. The future looked very fair
to him.
"Bert," sweet voice came to him
out of the darkness He turned to dis
cover her standing In the door of the
car dressed as she should have been
for such an excursion had she at first
followed her fathers wise suggestion.
His heart thrilled to the use of the IA
miliar name. Bert, I'm coming down
to you"
Hand in hand they walked to the
rear Of the car, where the observation
platform was still brightly lighted. ABB
bott had gone and the other three men
were ON their feet They were about
to separate for the night. although it
was still rather early.
Father" said his daughter out Of
the darkness.
"Oh, you're there" answered the
colonel. Il wondered when you were
coming back. l was Just thinking Of
going 10 fetch you. Is Mr.. Meade"
I'm here, sir"