Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-06-16
nothing Is Impossible to Love!

"But tell her that no good woman car
I've all her life with a dishonored man
Ike me-"
Again the old parson cleared his
hroat.
II know one who has been doing so
br forty years, sir
Stowell fell back on his chair and
lropped his head over his arms on the
able Parson Cowlcy. unable TO move,
Iulled the door behind him.
Fenella and Stowell were then alone.
yhe knew that her last chance had come.
bhe had to conquer him now or lose
lin for ever. 1t was the primitive man
lgainst the primitive woman, only
heir age long positions were reversed,
md with all the battery of her woman
lood she meant to win him. Stepping
loser she said, in caressing voice,
"Victor, you won't send me away
tom you. will you:'
IT shall always love you, Fenella,'
Mid Stowell, whose head was still down
" shall love you as an angel.
"But forgive me, dear, | am only
woman. and l want 10 De loNed Us
woman first.
He raised his head and looked at her.
Her eyes were glisten!ng, her lips we're
trembling. never before had she seemed
10 him so beautiful. Feeling himself
weakening he rose and turned away,
"I shall never forgive myself. Fenella,
NJ allowed You to make this sacrifice.
"What sacrifice? Everything | want
IN the world is within these walls.
Don't tempt me, Fenella Go away
beg SV,c3dr of yGq," : an for YOU. You are for
he. Do you want to rob me of the Only
han in the world for me-:
His heart was beating fast.
go away, l tell you. l cannot
hust myself any longer.
But the more he commanded her 20
ko, the more her eyes glistened with
! look of triumph. -,
eou'n have to carry NE out, she
laid, Just as you carried me across
The river in the glen.
He caspcd, and then flung out at
her in torrent of words.
'Why do you come like this? Is II
Anlv to torture me with the thought OF
Shat might have been? Haven't |
6orNa enough wrong TO you already :
II lido this wrong also l shall hate
myself And the end of that Will be
that I shall come TO hate you also. l
DO hate you. Go away For Hoa
FeneIla. with cleaning eyes, took one
step closer. -, "n,, ,ore mo
You know you do. You nave never
loved any other woman IN thr "oF'u-
never for one single moment w.
He looked back at her again. her
arms were stretched out to him; her
bosom was heaving; her lips were
ouivering and apart. he could strus-
gle no longer.
"Fenella .'
"Victor.' .
rlasped in each Others arms.
Half an hour afterward they were
married in the prison chapel. me
little place was naked enough now. 40
flowers. no flags. no carpets, no cush-
Ions, Only the two rows or iorilis'
without backs. and the placards on the
vhitewashod walls at either sIue-
.For Men" and For Women.
The deal table which served Tor altar
was covered by kitchen tuOIecl9tnn. H.
on which nothing stood Dut Il pun PUN
brass cross and couple "t 'sN'e'
candles in kitchen candlcstickS. .a
Parson Cowley, in his surpice' STOOD
O., front of If, with his well -thumoed
nraver- book in his trembling hands
h'bc two who were being married were
kneeIing ar his feet--thN sim So!led man
and the daughter OF n line OF old MahA
Kings bearing a name that had been
written high in English history for nve
hundred wears. The Jaipr and his
wife were standing somewhere IN INC
shadows. There was no sound except
that of the parsons quaverlns voice
within and the low rumble OF the sea
outside.
II require and charge you, as ye
will answer at the dreadful 0ay OF
Judgment, when the secrets OF all heart.
shall be disclosed, that If either OF
you know of any impediment why ye
may not be lawfully joined together IN
mstrimony, We do now confess II.
Stowcll made a stihed sound as OF
rrotest. Fcnella put down her hand
and took his hand and held It.
"Victor Christian. wilt thou have
Chi. woman to thy welded wife,
There was sensible pause, and
Person Cowley leaned down 10 StowelI
and whispered:
"Say i will, my son:
Then came slow, haf'smothered
murmur:
"FeneIla Charlotte De a Tremoulle,
wilt thou hav" this man to thy welded
husband -u-
In a clear, unfoltering voice Fenella
answered:
Il will.
II was all over. The parsou and the
Sailer and his wife were gone, Stowel
and Fenela were alone together in the
prison chapel, locked in passionate