Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-25

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,yTE MADE no reply, and she went on
i'll oooxinply "I'll run up. and change
-. dinner now. ! suppose l must make
rsaif look smart, as Geoffry is com
,rs" She made a little grimace at his
sss face. "But I'll be ever So quick.
srd then. IL you're quick, too, we. can
have the drawing room to ourselves lor
nslf an hour before any one else comes
down .- IT.. and un.
stairs. but the Fortune Hunter made no
us had no intention Of changing his
o,othes for Foster or any other man.
Wbsn Anne came down. flushed with
,hs hurry she had made, she found
MIN sitting on the arm OF the Dig
so,,cb In the drawing room. an un :
\ ,ii.htsd cigar between his lips, his moody
ewes fixed on the floor.
""Wby-John ~ she said in surprise,
then stopped. as the Fortune Hunter
rn.e to Mis- feet. There was a strange
synression In his eyes, and his face
.ss ouite colorless. He drew her into
,he room and shut the door; he kept his
arms around her. and when he spoke
Mis- voice was broken up with uncon-
trollable emotion.
'@You say you love me, Anne. How
well do you love me? Well enough
20 come away with me now, tonight
To trust yourself to me for the rest
az our lives? You've been happy to,
day. swea- to you that y9m snail man
!. he happy with me always. III give
nv lte for you! I'll work for you !!
Come away with me, MY beloved
can't give you up! I can't
She had listened at first with down
east eyes and flushing cheeks, but as
his voice rose In passionate intensity,
and she could feel his arms trembling
as they held her, she looked up beWh-
aered and half frightened. &.
"But. John, you haven't got to give
me up. ! love you: I'll never stop
loving you-'' She broke off breath
lessly, for he seemed not to have heard: :
for the moment he was almost mad
with his great fear OF losing her. He
went on pleading brokcnly.
IF we go tonight no one can ever
separate us again. We can be married
tomorrow, and I'll take you away; I'll
show you the world. Marry me. Anne,
be my wife--oh, my darling
She fell back as far from him as his
encircling arms would permit; her
brown eyes dilated with fear and a
slowly growing suspicion. For n mo-
nent she stared at him, her breath
coming In painful gnsps; then with a
y sudden effort she freed herself, and put
out her hand to ward him of.
Marry you - She echoed his words
in a hoarse, incredulous whisper.
Marry you. But-but We are mar
riedr
The Fortune Hunter stood like man
turned to stone there was not spark
Of color in his face, save for tie burn
ing blue of his eyes; for an agoniZed
moment they stared at one another, she
with growing fear and suspicion and he
Ike man dazed and incapable of
thought.
Then Anne gave wild, choking cry !;
" was as il veil had been torn down
between them, showing her this man
"Yon're not my Johni You're not
my john The words broke from her
frantcally. She wrtng her hands in
impotent fear and despair. She backed
away from him across the room till she
came M against the wall, and she stood
there ashen- faced and trembling.
The Fortune Hunter had not moved.
He looked as IL some giant hand had
mitten him, and II was only when
Anne groped blindly behind her for
tho door that he gave a little inarticu-
ate cry and dragged himself toward
her.
so you know tho truth at last?"
he said, and his voice was labored. His
breath came with difficulty. "I am not
John Smith--but ] love you with all
my heart and soul"
mot my John! Not my John y"
over and over again she moancd the
words, and her brown eyes never left
ms race for an instant. Then she
prokc out wildly: "Oh, in my heart
l think always knew 1t, but I
wouldn't let myself believe COW
Greg her face with her shaking hands
h'only die"
Ths' Fortune Hunter. mado no mt
tempt to touch her. but he went over
70 the door and stood with his back
,,9n, his arms folded across his chest.
als face was like mask, mis- eyes
espressionless, and for some minutes
mere was tragic silence in thc room
nntil ne began to speak in strange,
laf, away sort Of voice.
I've tried to tell you n hundred
umes every day since came here. but
"snlst you would not let Inc. and after
MMurd - It seemed, Impossible. God
SHOWS SHOWS m not blaming you, but IL
you II Just look back, Anne--try 10
remember-it was you who first claimed
mer-not .I--who-'
Ills voice died away. and some sec.
.aas . passed before he struggled on
,olon lon would have known the truth
pnlght, anyway. I know that, IFS
expected. S''7' '"'''
:, John Smith was the man who died
!" I Tue woods six weeks ago and il was
VINO found him, - He bit his lir till
,"e blood came, as Auue moaned faint
", and ShUddered.
m nobody-just n yapabond
wa was tramping the country when this
Sus happened. ] know by what i've
nJard n'tn. since that I'm sufficiently like
Via, mnat nr was--for you 10 have made the
npstaRe You did. I've no cycuso IN
"' "ner' except that when came here
i Nus hungry-aud nhnost no,,,,iI.s