The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-02-05

companion swept away the ulS-
guisc of selfishness. He felt the
bewildering fumes of weakness
md desire clear away like an I'M
ealthy miasma, taking with
hem the sickness of mind, if not
that OF the heart. The doll smil-
ing from it's perch on the mantel,
the eyes of Rosahnd, the things
of the last weeks receded like a
dream of awakening.
''Let us CO." he said quietly.
Overcome by his own outburst
and the unexpected abruptncss OF
his victory, yet not too overcome
to answer the moment S urgency,
Milo promptly put his arm through
the other S.
Forgive me- he apologized,
with a humility somewhat at varl-
ance with the determination with
which he drew his chief toward
the door.
II thank you, Milo. Let us
hurry
There was no need for that
prompting. Down the familiar
stairs, across the black and white
paved hallway, and into the Ii
mousinc, Milo guided his captive
chief with all possible haste. Only
when they were within the car
and rolling toward the dock, did
Milo draw full breath. Presently
he stole a glance at his companion.
Noel indeed looked worn and i'll !;
his dark face was locked in an
aloof sternness. But he did not
look angry, or as if the sternness
was meant to repel his secretary.
- Dom David? +"
Yes?"
Milo hesitated-''I have
a note book and envelope in my
pocket. If you wish to write to
to anyone, | could mail letter
before we sail. =
81 have no address.
No, Senior. Still, letter
sent to the former address might
be forwarded. Letters usually
are, when people move, are they
not?"
Noel continued to look out of
the window. But hope sprang up
at the suggestion. Why should
he not write to Rosalind? There
was at least chance that way; a
chance of telling her that he had
gone to warfare and not to Con-
stance. To tell her that he loved
her, not any princess from dream
land or the past, but the girl
Rosalind. She would know for
whom he planned to return, Of
whom he thought now as Of the
chatelaine of his house. He had
been SO sure that his sudden pas
sion had awakened a response in
her!
"Give ME the paper, Milo"
Milo complied with alacrity ];
supplying the blank pages torn
from his note book. fountain
pen, and magazine by way Of a
desk. After which, he tactfully
became absorbed in time table.
It was a singular love letter
that David Noel wrote, while his
car sped, halted, and sped on
again as traffic compelled, carry
ing him away from romance into
q conflict no less real or grim be-
cause it was not yet a conflict at
arms. His hand was unsteadied
by his illness, and not helped by
the motion Of the limousine.
You know that I love you,' he
wrote, on the ruled pages. "Why
did you send me the address Of
Mrs. Lancaster9 You were right,
that first night. I was ignorant
and arrogant. If you do not enter
the gate Of the Little Shoes and
walk in the deep gardens and
open the closed rooms of my
house, no woman ever will. Rosa
lind, I am man, not youth. If
you will no the my wife, / shall
live with none. The newspapers
will tell yon why I must leave
now, today, or be q deserter to
men who have trusted me. I shall
come back, and come to you; no
matter what your anger with me,
whatever you say, or however you
would eyade me. I shall come ;
4 shall take my answer from your
lips. But I beg you to be gen
erous. Rosalind, send me one
word TO say you will let me find
you when come back, and
where. I love YOU.
The car was rolling upon the
wharf. He signed his name at
the bottom Of the page. and hnr-
r,ed i into an envelope which
Valdez meanwhile had quietly ad-
dressed, stamped and now offered
with the occurrences of girl.
shall post it q he asked. and
feceiYing Noel q nod Of assent:
sprang ont Of the slowly moving
IN /. and ran fnuvn,.d Z, ~, IL !,