The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1919-06-26
Grace Livingston HM Late

He turned at that and the cloud on
his face cleared and frightened into a
smile that seemed to enfold her in HIS
glance OF tenderness, yet he lifted not
q finger to touch her.
Il love You! How I love you!" he
said, in a low, lingering tone, as IL the
speaking Of the words were exquisite
Joy that he knew was ieeting and
must be treasured.
II never knew there was a girl like
youy l loved you at once az soon as
saw you in the train-but I knew, OF
course, you weresnot, for me- I'm not
1T for you-I'm not in your class at all
and l wouldn't have dreamed OF any,
thing but worshipping you, even after
these days together-only you care!
You trust mel That broke me all upi
I'd give anything in this world IL /
could keep that and take tito the end
dit with ito remember that look In
your eyes when you said you trusted
me--and thought l was good-and all.
II you weren't going right where they
know all about me and viii tell you, I'd
never have opened my lips. I'd have
stolen this one little bit Of trust and
kept~it for my own; for down in my
heart I know It isn't wrong, l know
you may trust me. I'd give my life to
keep that trust
He was looking straight into her
clear eyes as he talked and his own
eyes were clear and good, showing his
strong, true spirit at its best. The
appeal in his voice suddenly went to
the girls heart. With q growing I'M
easiness she had listened to his words,
and she felt that she could bear no
more. The tears rushed to her eyes
and she put up Der hands to her
face.
Please. Tell me quick!" she
breathed softly.
Puzzled. thrilled with the wonder of
her tears, and longing inexperssibly to
comfort her, he put out his hand awk'
wardly and laid it On her bowed head
bending over her as he might have
done to a child in trouble.
There's nothing for you to feel bad
about" he said in a voice Of wonderful
tenderness. "Tm bearing this circum'
stance. I just wanted to be the one
to tell you myself that I'm not what
you think me. I'm not bad, really,
the way l might be, but I've not been
good, and I'm not a gentleman, not the
kind you're used to. Nobody thinks
I'm worth anything at all. Your people
hate me, and would think 1t a good
thing if somebody would kill me, ]
know. You see how it is that I can't
be like other men who love you. ]
cannot ask you to marry me; for after
you've heard what your family will
say about me you won't look at me
yourself-and I don't blame you. It's
all MY own fault, / suppose. / can see
IT. now, though ! never thought SO till
/ looked in your eyes on the train. II
I had known a girl like you was com
ing my way I'd have made things diff
ferent-rd have been ready-but ]
didn't know. Nobody ever told me!
And now it's too late. I'm not worthy
Of you" ... .
He took his hand from her head ant
dropped back against the tree again
a bitter expression on his face.
"Oh, don't" she pleaded softly, quicl
to see his changing mood. PLEASE
don't look like that. Won't you tell mt
what you have done taht makes then
all feel so about your"
There was silence for a moment be
tween them while the twilight grew
luminous with the coming of a pale
young moon battling with the dyinl
ruby of the SUM-. So, in the holy of thu
evening he came to his confession
face to face with his sins before tn
pure eyes of the girl he loved. .