The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1922-02-16

In tie world. Yet my heart kept cry
ing OUT to him, and | felt there was
but one thing left for me TO do, and
that was TO make 1t impossible for
me to think of him even, or for him
to think OF me. Then you came and
offered me your hand. 1t was hand
most women might have been glad 10
accept from the standpoint OF matefial
things. And you were Irish like my
self and Ike the boy | loved. was
sick Of the robberies of life and time,
ana | wanted to be out OF II all IN
some secure place. What place so
secure from the sorrow that was eat
ING al my heart as marriage, 1t said
no 10 every stir OF feeling that was
yexing me, 10 every show OF love or
remembrance. SO l listened to you.
II was not because you were gov
ernor or a peer-no, not that! For
even In Virginia l had offers from
one higher than yourself-and young
err, and a peer also. No, 1t was not
material things that Influenced me.
but your own intellectual eminence;
for you have more brains than most
men, MS you know so WELL
The governor interrupted her with
gesture and burst of emotion.
"No. no, I am not so vain ms you
think. II were | should have seen
at Salem that you meant to say yes"
"Yet you know well you have gifts,
though you have made sad mistakes
here Do not think 1t WAS your per
sonality. your looks that induced me
to think of you, to listen to YOU
When Mr.. Calhoun told me- the truth.
and gave me a letter he had written
to me"
"A letter-zto y0u?"
There was surprise In the COVER
n"r's yoce-surprlse and chagrin. for
the tihing had moved him powerfully.
Yes, a letter to me which he never
meant me To have. 1t was a kind Of
diary of his heart, and II WAS written
even while I was landing OH the island
on Christmas day. He gave 1t to me
to read. and when ! read 1t saw
there WAS no place for me in the
world except convent or marriage.
The convent could not be, for was
no Catholic, and marriage seemed the
only thing possible. That day yon
came saw only one thing 10 do--one
mad. hopeless thing to do
Mad and hopeless !" burst out Lord
Mallow "How so? Your very rca-
son shows that 1t was sane, we'll
founded In the philosophy OF the
heart"
Sbeila smiled painfully. ayes, mad
and hopeless, for be sure Of this: We
cannot kill in one day the growth of
years. / could not cure myself OF low
ing him by marrying you. There had
TO be some other cure for that. |
never knew and, never loved my ia.
Their. But he was my father, and II
Mr.. Calhoun killed him could not
marry him. But at last | came to
know that your love and affection
could not make me Target him--no,
never. ] realize that now. He and
I can never come together, hui | owe
him so muell--l owe him my life, for
lie saved II he must, ever have Il place
In my heart. he, to me more than any
one else can be. | want you to do
something for him.. 49, ,.
"Whnt do you wishy' ~
IL want you to have removed. from
him the sentence OF the British gov.
eminent want him to be free 10
come and so anywhere In the world
to return to England If lie wishes 1t,
to he free man and not victim Of
outIawry. I want that, and you ought
to give 1t 10 him"
Lord Malow was angry and discon-
rcrted, but he did not show it. al can
do no more than ! have done. ! have
nor confined him TO his plantation as
the government commanded; | cannot
20 beyond that"
You can put his case from the
standpoint of patriot
For a moment The governor hest
lated, then he said: "Bccnuse YOU
ask me-"
81 want II done for his sake, not for
mine" she returned with decision.
You owe II 10 yourself to see that il
Is done. Gratitude is not dead in YOU,
is it,"
Lord Mallow flushed "You press
his case too hard You forget what
he is--a mutlneer and a murderer,
and no one should remember that as
you should"
HE has atoned for both aud You
know it we'll Besides, he WAS not a
murderer Even the courts did not
say he was. They only said he was
guilty OF nansaughtcr. Oh, your hon
or, be as gallant as your name aud
place warrant"
He looked at her for a moment with
strange feelings In his heart. Then
he said: Il will give YOU an answer
In tNenty-four hours. Will that do,
sweet persusdcrT'
at might do" she murmurcd and,
strange TO say. she had = sure feeling
that he would shy yes In spite of her
knowledge that In his heart Of hearts
he hated Calhoun.
As she left the room Lord MnlIow
stood for a moment looking after her.
"She Ioyrs the rogue I'm Snifr Of all %