The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-02-21

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God, That is his terrible
misfortune" Holder released her
tenderly. You must see him-you
must tell him that when he needs
you you will come"
II will see him now she said.
"You will wait for me?"
"Now?" he repeated. taken aback
by her resolution, though II was
characteristic. - ....
-Yes, / will go as / am. can
send for my things. Ny father has
given me no choice. no reprieve-
not that Il wish one. I have you,
dear, / will stay with Mr.. Bentley
tonight and leave for New York
tomorrow, to do what / have to do
and then you will be ready for
me-"
Yes" he said, II shall be ready"
He fingered in the well-remem-
bered hall. And when at
last she came down again her eyes
shone bravely through her tears
her look answered the question Of
his own. There was no need for
speech. with not so much as a look
behind she left, with him. her
fathers house.
Outside the mist had become
drizzle, and as they went down the
walk together beside the driveway
she slipped her arm into his, press
ing close to his side. Her intuition
was perfect. the courage OF her love
sublime.
II have you. dear" she whispered:
never in my life before have ] been
rich"
Alison"
1t was all he could say, but the
intensity of his mingled feeling
went into the syllables of her name.
An impulse made them pause and
turn, and they stood looking back
together at the great house which
doomed the greater in the thicken-
ing darkness, its windows edged
with glow.
Never. as in this moment when
the cold rain wet their faces, had
the thought of its comfort and
warmth and luxury struck him so
wildly; yes. and Of it's terror and
loneliness now, of the tortured spir-
it in 1t that found no rest.
"Oh. John" she cried. ''if we only
could"
He understood her. Such was the
perfect quality of their sympathy
that she had voiced his. thought.
What were rain and cold. the in
clemency OF the elements, to them?
What the beauty and the warmth
Of those great. empty rooms to
Eldon Parr: Out OF the heaven of
their happiness they looked down.
helpless. into the horrors of the
luxury Of hell.
IN GODS TINE.
''in Gods good time"
at must be-" he answered her,
Life Is terrible!" she said.
Think OF what he must have done
to suffer so, to be condemned to
this. And when went to him, just
now, he wouldn't even kiss me
good-by. Oh. my dear, IL I hadn't
had you to take me, what should /
have done: 1t never was
a home to me--to any OF us. And
as, I look back now. all the troubles
began when we moved into it, !
can only think of 1t as a huge
prison. all the more SiHieteT ior It's
costliness."
A prison! 1t had once been his
own conceit He drew her gently
away. and they walked together
along Park street toward the
distant arc-light at the corner
which flung a cleaning band along
the wet pavement.
Perhaps 1t was because l was
too young to know what trouble
was when we lived in Ransome
street." she continued. But I can
remember now how sad my mother
was at times-it almost seemed as
though she had premonition."
Alison's voice caught.
The car which came roaring
through the darkness, and which
stopped protestingly at their
corner, was ablaze with electricity.
almost filled with rGssengers.
young man with a bundle changed
his place in order that they might
sit together in one of the little
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