Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1918-07-31
Love AND LILACS
BY MILDRED WHITE.
Copyright. 1915. by Western Newspaper Union,

denly at sight of the lilac bush. To
him in the roadway came the sweet
haunting odor. Indefnably the per-
fume brought to mind the girl he had
so recently and so quickly learned to
love.
Homer had stopped there, on his
way to an engineering camp higher up.
He had intended to remain over night,
but with Justine Jordan's coming, his
visit had been prolonged.
During the first day they had visit
ed together, upon the hotel veranda,
the second found them roaming the
wonderful country in his car; at he
end of one short enchanted week,
Homer caught the girl in his arms,
speaking out his love for lor. And
that had been the end. Like some
startled bird she had escaped n
flown from his embrace, and when
after a troubled night, he awaited her
morning appearance, humble in his
~apology-she had not appeared at all.
Instead the hall boy had handed him a
note in peculiarly characteristic hand
writing.
"Dear friend" it said, "when this
reaches you, I shall be up among the
hills, fulfilling q mission which has
been postponed just n week. Spring
time, and lilac time, tempted me TO
linger. When I meet you again, I hope
it may be in the more prosaic and less
F., romantic atmosphere of the city. With
%best wishes ever-Justine Jordan"
Whereupon, Homer, inwardly Tuning
at his admired ones practical coolness'
babe the inn good-by, and began a
searching tour of tee hills.
What could be the delayed mission
at which she mysteriously limited and
which brought her to this isolated
country?
He aIighted and made his way to
the lilac bush which grew beside me
open window of q vacated log cabin;
looking inside, he was surprised to
see q reclining camp chair in the cen
ter of the room. Entering curiously,
he sank into the chair, idly drawing
from its side bracket o recent Illus
trated magazine. Some person evil
IDENTIFY made this rude shelter q read
ing place.
Gazing through the open door across
the vista of glorious scenery Homer
mentally complimented the reader on
his choice of location. Then as he re-
placed the magazine a pad of writing
paper fell from the rack, one glance
at the bold and pleasing handwriting
brought.a quick flush t. his face. Sure
" this and the penmansh;p of his W
hasty note of dismissal were the same.
So Justine had found her way to this
deserted cabin then her stopping place
must be in a nearby farm house. The
heading of the closely written page
caught his attention, dearest" he
read, "Oh, my dearest!"
Homer Brant's heart pounded furi.
ously, as his eyes forcibly followed the
lines: "Across the miles I have trav-
eled to our trysting place, and you
are not here. Instead, I find the low
ing note you braved danger to leave.
Beloved, let not your courageous spirit
falter. Without one look into your
ewes, without a touch Of your dear
hand, I could not go back to the world.
Some way 7 shall manage our meeting.
Never in my heart can there be room
for other than you. I am,-Your Own"
The pad slipped from the mans
trembling fingers. So this was the
secret Of the softly brooding eyes;
and love after all these years had but
found him to make mockery.
Homer sprang to his feet, as a girl
came through the doorway, came and
stood a moment, surprise and diff
fdence in her gaze.
"Justine !" he cried out sharply, then
still inwardly raging, pointed to the
written pages at his feet. II read
your letter through" he said, 81 even
forgot about scruples and it has show
ed me why you ran away from my
love. But I want to know" he straight
ened before her, ~ demand to know,
why any man dare to ask a woman to
meet him in secret, dare bring her in
to threatened danger!"
Across the girls somber eyes flash
ed her transforming smile. "That
man, is a German spy" she replied.
Brant came suddenly close, fercely
he caught her wrists in his grasp,
sand you" he breathed, "you-"
For q time she stood, looking steadi-
~ into his face. "Let me 60" she
said at last, "and I will explain"
When he loosed her hands, she smil-
ed, and going to the camp chair,
brought back an open magazine hold
ing it out before him.
Dazedly he read the title of a story,
ain Love and War;" and beneath it,
"new serial, by Justine Jordan"
aYou are more privileged than 9TH
ers," she laughed, 'for you have read
the beginning Of q later inStallment.