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C. jMii .-v,- * ; _.- j. The frightened blood resumed its normal flow. If he had done this for her then she had not lost him. An apparent elopement, why had she never thought of that before? That would cement their l)ond. Her scruples could grow on the road. Oh, she could manage Godfrey! She would go with him. She remembered that she must go tc bed if she were to have any looks in the morning. When Godfrey came to her next afternoon, penitent, refreshed after a long morning's sleep, he round a charming hostess. She was shy about his telegram. Enchantingly distant when he tried to reach her hand! "I can't go without you," he cried. He had discovered her interpretation of his telegram and It delighted him; he began to believe in his own Intention. "I know. You shrink from it all. Yon dread the steps that will free you. You need me beside you to help you. Let's cut the knot. Tonight 1" "Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow," whispered Gerty, and then she managed a few tears and he was allowed to kiss her. It was all arranged before he left the ramada. They were to leave together the next day, Her object would be accomplished by their leaving together. He would feel that he owed her his name. Of course Gerty must do It in the conventional way! She would Jiave used rope ladders had they been needed. The conventional note was pinned to her bureau scarf. Jnnes was with Tom when he found It. They came in together from the river. Neither had noticed the odd looks from the men as they passed through the encampment. A dozen men had seen Hardin's wife leave for the North with Godfrey*. uerty s leirer xoiu lum mm n *?as| nil over. She had tried to "tnnd ft, to be true even through his cruelty, but ? feeling stronger than she was made her true to herself, and so true at last to him! Innes' revulsion lacked speech. The common blatter sickened her. She could offer no comfort. His eyes told her it was worse than death. He struck rflf her hand when it touched his shoulder. Gerty's hand had coerced him that way. He was done with softness. His silence oppressed her. This was a man she did not know; inarticulate, smitten. She told herself that even a sister was an intruder?but she was afraid to leave him alone. She took a station by her own tent door. IJhe would not go down to dinner. For hours she watched his tent. When it grew dark she could no longer endure it She found him where she had left aim. She forced herself toward the volcano's edge; and the awift eruption scorched her. It was the pitiable wre< u [ of dignity, of pride. His words weri incoherent: bla wrath involved his sis-J ter, crouching in tears. Innes shrank from him, the man she did not know. The coarse streak was uncovered in ail ' Its repulsiveness. He turned on Innes suddenly. She was crying, a huddlet: heap on the couch. "I've had enough crying?between you and Gerty.: Will you get out? I've got to have some sleep." Through her sobs be could make but that she was afraid to leave him. "Well, then, Til go. I'm used to baring to leave my own tent A dog's life." He flung out into the night CHAPTER XXXV. A Corner of His Heart The second evening after the closure Rlckard was dining with the Marshalls in their car. The Palmyra was to pull out the next day. Hardin's name was brought up by Tod Marshall. "She was light potatoes," he dismissed the woman. "But she'sbroken the man's spirit." Rlckard, It was discovered, had nothing to say on the subject of the elopement 'I'm sorry his sister is not here tonight," began Marshall mischievously. "I did ask her, Tod" Claudia hastened to Interrupt her lord. "But she would not leave her brother her last evening." "Her last evening?" exclaimed kick* ard. "Is she going away?" Marshall subdued his twinkle. "We are carrying her off. She Is to visit Mrs. Marshall while I am on the road." Rickard gulped down his coffee, boiling. "Mrs. Marshall, will you let me run away early?" Why should he give any excuse? They knew what he was running away for! He made his way to the little white tent on the far side of the trapezium. Innes, by the door, was bidding good* by to Senora Maldonado. He forgot to greet the Mexican. She stood waiting; her eyes full of him. Surely, the kind senor had something to say to her? He had taken the white girl's hand. He was staring Into the white girl's eyes. Something came to her, a memory like forgotten music. Silently, she slipped away into the night. Rickard would not release Innes' hand; her eyes could not meet the look in his. "Come out and have a walk with me! You were not going to tell me you were going. You were running away from me?" "You know that I love you! I hove been waiting for this minute, this woman, all these lonely years." Her head she kept turned from him. He could not see the little muternal smile that ran around the curves of her mouth. Those years, filled to the brim with stern work, had not been lonely. Lonely moments he had had. that was all. "Nothing for me?" He stopped, and nnde her face him, by taking both of , ler hands In his. She would not look at him yeti vould not meet the look which always She Would Not Look at Him Yet ? ?... (t? l?A? compelled ner win, muiuucu uu speech. She had something to nj first. "We don't know each other; that la, yon don't know me!" "Is that all?" There was relief In his voice,. "I don't know yon? Haven't I seen yon day by day? Haven't I seen your self-control tried, proved? haven't I seen your justice, when yon could not understand? Look at mel" She shook her head, her eyes on the sand under her feet He could scarcely catch her words. They did not know each other. He did not know her I "Dear I I don't know whether yon love red or blue, that's a fact; Ibsen or Rostand; heat or cold. Does that matter? I know youl" An upward glance had caught him millng. Her speech was routed. "I'm ?the?only girl here!" "Do you think that's why I lorn you?" "Ah, but you loved Qertyl" That slipped from her. She had not meant to say that! "Does that hurt?" Abashed by her own daring, yet she was glad she had dared. She wanted him to deny It. For he would deny It? She wondered 5 If he were angry, but she could not look at him. ( The minutes, dragging like weighted j hours, told her that he was not gofng ; to answer her. It came to her then that she would never know whether Gerty's story were wholly false, or partly true. She knew, then, that no j wneeanng, wires or Bwoeiucwi s, ? would tease that story from him. It did not belong to him. His silence frightened her Into ar- j ticnlateness. He must not think that she was foolish! It was not that, In Itself, she meant The words jostled one another In their soft swift rush, i He?he had made a mistake once be? fore. He had liked the sort of woman he had thought Gerty was. She her- ? self was not like the real Gerty any I more than she was like the other, the | woman that did not exist. He would I find that they did not think alike, be- f lieve alike, that there were differ- | enccs? ! "Aren't you making something out | of nothing, Innes?" i That voice conld always chide her i Into silence! Her speech lay clattered | In ruins, her words like useless broken \ bricks falling from the wall she was ? building. ' | He took her hand and led her to a I pile of rock the river had not eaten, ij He pulled her down beside him. "Isn't It true, with us?" i "It is, with me," breathed Innes. ] Their voices were iow as though they i were in church. "And you tnink is isn't, witn me r i : Rlckard stood before her. "Is It because I trust you, I wonder? That I, loving you, love to have the others love you, too? Don't you suppose I know how It is with the rest, MacLean; how it was with Estrada? Should I be Jealous? Why, I'm not. I'm proud 1 Isn't that because I know you, know the fine steady heart of you? You hated.me at first?and I am proud of that I don't love you enough?" He knelt at her feet, not listening to her pleading. He bent down and kissed one foot; then the other. "I love them!" The face he raised to her Innes had never seen before. He pressed a kiss against her knee. "That too 1 It's mine. I've not s.' d my prayers since I was a boy. I shall say them again, here, you teaching me." His kisses ran up her arm, from the tips of her limp fingers. His mouth, close to hers, stopped there. He whispered; "You?kiss me, my girl 1" Slowly, unseeingly, as though drawn by an external will, her face raised to his; slowly, their lips met. His arms wore uround her; the world was blotted out. Innes, minutes later, put her mouth against his ear. It was the Innes he did not know, that he had seen with others, mischievous, whimsical, romp-1 no n wnnnff (inV Illg UO ? J "".7 . "I love?red," she whispered. "And heat and sunshine. But I love blue, on you; and cold, if It were with you ?and the rest of the dlfferencefH-" He caught her to him. "There are ! not going to be any differences I" (THE END.) ( I me ureawsz i In Goody-k J M ft cPERFECT CVM CdMTUtt KeptR lie Flavoi ; . ' .. .* 't '' I .' gaa?? i i Basaas?gggaaa? ?KWdX9??99999999999999999000? | BELPPBi YOU HOLD YOW iThe Federal Reserve Banking System, esta! ment, stands back of the cotton planter. i Oar membership in it gives as specie! | hold his crop until he can obtain fair prl | rushing to the market. We can borrow at special rates from ' Bank on loans secured by warehoused agr i Before 70a market your crop come if over with as. We may be in a position to 1 1 First Nations DILLON, S. C. The Only National Bank In ] 9999999?????11?f?CM fw&S o*rna> runt WMMBB Buy Them Ai Help Win The1 FOX SALE EVEBYW; I The above space contributed * Committee by The Peoples Bank. 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