Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-01-24
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A novelist, seeking nocturnal ad.
venture. leaves the ball room OF the
Warehouses of Drimning While
to Shepherds Market he sees a wo-
man in evening dress chasing. .
small terrier. When the novelist
sees that the dog has stolen the wo-
mans slipper he offers his services
an. and i e. amazed to be addressed as
Several men come upon the scene
and. blindfolded. he Is taken to
room in part Of London unfamiliar
to him. Many people are assembled
there who plot to kin the Emperor
dressed as mo. g."
After much discussion. the novel;
list is given the task Of killing the
Emperor. He leaves the meeting
He makes up his mind to try to con-
vert this beautiful girl.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
thought, "Now to tell her the
truth" She could do me no harm.
She might carry q weapon. but !
was ready for her. Perhaps to save
her but. I don't know why. my
courage failed me. or rather real.
lied that 1t was no good. Behind this
smooth forehead lay an idea which
had eaten up every other impulse.
There was no moving her: knew
only too well how strongly women
hold to an idea when they possess
only one. So, instead. we talked Of
the brilliant night. where now the
moon hung low. like pan of pallid
jade. / found in Sylvia an unex-
pected poetic strain. She saw the
future. when her cause had tri.
umphed, as one when mankind would
no longer suffer, when no child
would go hungry. when no woman
would weep. when no beast would be
overladen. 1t was mad and beauti.
full. this dream. At last I couldn't
bear It any more. and, turning to her
said: tits awful to think that inside
So hours you may be well.
dead. And you're young, and you're
so lovely. I think you're the lowell.
est creature I've ever seen. You
make my heart melt"
She pressed my arm: you're max.
ing love to me. aren't you? But I
don't mind Godfrey. We
haven't time to mind. we people. We
shan't last long. I'm sad, too. to
think that SO soon you may die. I
like you. Something goes soft in my
throat when I hear your voice"
We reached Lansdowne Passage
and passed between the close walls
I could not help saying 1t: Sylvia,
do we love each other so soon?"
II don't know" she replied, after
a moment. I've never seen you be
fore. I suppose you've just Joined
What's the good of it. anyway
Indeed. what was the good Of Il:
We went silently up the steps into
Berkeley Street. saw a taxi crawl
up. 1t drew up. waited for u.s."
Good night" murmured Sylvia
extending her hand.
helped her in: Don't go yet"
II must. Good night" She snatched
her hand away; the driver opened
the taxi door. Then Sylvia turned
AMI ran back to me, leading me into
the darkness under the narrow roof
AS IL gratifying a sudden desire. she
flung her arms round my neck ant
pressed upon my lipse a violent, q
desperate kiss. There was In hel
grasp some agony. and in her cares:
a purpose. as IL thus she filed MI
with enthusiasm and fortitude.
T SLEPT badly. The violent cares
disturbed me: I don't think
loved Sylvia really: don't thinl
so now; now that another bu
this must tell in later story. NJ!
excitement was so intense that I dit
not know what I wanted to do. In
deed. It was only when I reache'
Mivart's. few minutes before one
that I knew / could not so on. tina
for a moment had been bewitched