The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-08-02

me three times since we started out
this afternoon. You wanted to know
how found out that you were not 60
ing to tea with the prince. Well, here
is the truth: l asked the prince to
change the day of your visit to him.
Her fine, silky eyebrows came little
closer together
"You asked him that?' she repeated,
John nodded.
"And he cGnscnted?"' - -
II will cxplain,' John continued. ut
was most unfortunate circumstance,
but in the club, after lunch, the subject
Of spending the afternoon came up.
The prince spoke of an engagement
lie was tied at home, ne said, from
four TO six. Some of the men began
to chuff him, and suggested that he
was entertaining some lady FRIEND his
latest favorite--wcll. | dare say you
can imagine the rest" John broke Off.
Her fingers played ncrvously for a
moment with the edge Of the rug. She
drew it higher up.
"Wel1, when | left your house the
first time this %, afternoon, ! went
straight back to, the prince.a 1 pointed
out to him that after what had been
said, as it might become known that
YOU were his guest of today, it would
be better for him to postpone your
visit. He agreed to do 500
"Was that all that passed between
you:'
"Not quitc,' John replied. "Elc
asked me what concern it was of mine
and l told him hoped that some day
you would be my wife,
She sat quite still, looking dowl
upon the taring lights. She was filled
with a restless desire to escape. t(
start the motor herself. and rusl
through the wet air into London ant
! safety. And side by side with thai
desire she knew that there was moth
ing in the world she wanted so mucl
as to stay just where she was, ana u
,car Just the words she was going to
>e;r.
$50 much for that" John proceeded.
And now please listen. l have brought
YOU out here because under these con-
lilionS feel more master of myself
and my thoughts, and of things | want
10 say to YOU. Something takes me by
The throat in your little drawing-rOom
with its shaded lights its perfume of
flowers, and its atmosphere Of perfec'
ton. You sit enthroncd there like the
queen of a world l know nothing Of
and all the time letters and flowers
and fiattering invitations are ShOWered
upon you from the greatest men in
London. The atmosphere there STILES
me, Louise. Out here you are a woman
and l man, and those other things
fall away. I have tried my best tC
come a little way into sympathy with
your life. I want you now to make VI
your mind to come down a little way
into mine!"
She felt the sudden swapping of ev
Wy lti We III I'LL UVuA, 'llC p''S''ii' =
away of all sense of will or resistance
She was conscious only of the little
movement toward him, the invOluntar!
yielding of herself. She lay back il
his arms, and the kisses which CLOSED
her eyes and lips seemed to be work
ing some strange miracle.
She was in some great empty space
breathing wonderful things. She wa
on the hilltops. and from the height
she looked down at herself as she hat
bccn-a poor little white-faced puppet
strUtting about an Overheated stage, il
Il fCtid atmosphere of adulatiOn, wit
a brain ariificially stimulated, and
/ heart growing cold with Seltishness
: She pitied herself as she had beer
Then sh, opened her eyes with a star
: Of joy.
GLOW wonderful it all isl" she mul
7 mured "You brought me here to tel
me this?"
: "And to hear something's he insist
} ed.
/ II have tried not to, john" she cor
= fesSed amazed at the tremble of he
sweet, low voice. Her words SCENE
: like the confession of weeping chile
III cannot help it. / do love you!