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Show I v Feindlric Sfrry ofCcrtalljJWoTts ; V d Ubo Drank rJid CcnqucT3 kxy (Cyrug Tftffftgfoq VTTj Dirtier ffavxTtkari t She said in her. heart and I am not one to dispute her conclusions that ihe would have loved him had he been one among millions to stand before her, and It waa true. He wu the complement of her nature. Tbey differed in temperament aa much aa In complexion, and yet In thoae differences dif-ferences as must always be to make perfect love and perfect union, there were striking resemblances, necessary points of contact. There was no reason whstever why Enid Maltland should not love this man. The only possible check upon her feelings would have been her rather anomalous relation to Armstrong, Arm-strong, but she reflected that she bad promised htm definitely nothing. When she had met htm she had been heart whole, be had made some Impression Im-pression upon her fancy and might have made more with greater opportunity, opportun-ity, but unfortunately for him, luckily for her, he had not enjoyed that priv- but there is a sweetness even In the despair of the truly loving. Enid Maltland, however, did not have to endure indifference, or fight against a passion which met with no response, for this man loved her with a love that was greater even than her own. The moon, In the trite aphorism, aphor-ism, looks on many brooks, the brook sees no moon but the one above him in the heavens. In one sense bis merit in winning her affection for himself him-self from the hundreds of men she knew, was the greater; in many years be bad only seen this one woman. Naturally she should be everything to him. She represented to him not only the woman but womankind. He had been a boy practically when be had buried himself in those mountains, and in all that time he had seenno-body seenno-body like Enid Maltland. Every argument ar-gument which had been exploited to show why she should love him could be turned about to accouLt for his from the world, burled himself In this mountain, and had stayed there deaf to the alluring call of man or woman; he had had the courage to do that. Was it strength of mind she ad-; ad-; mired? Enid Maltland was no mean i Judge of the mental powers of ber ; acquaintance. She was Just as full of r life and spirit and the Joy of them as any young woman should be, but she had not been trained by and thrown with the best for nothing. Noblesse I oblige! That bis was a mind well stored with knowledge of the most. varied sort she easily and at once perceived. Of eourse the popular i books of the lsst five years had passed him by, and of such he knew nothing, . but he could talk Intelligently, Inter-; Inter-; estlngly, entertainingly upon the great i classics. Keats and Shakespeare were his most thumbed volumes. He had - graduated from Harvard as a civil ! englueer with the highest honors of i bis class and school and the youngest ; man to get his sheepskin! Enid Malt-i Malt-i land herself was a woman of broad 1 culture and wide reading and she deliberately de-liberately set herself to fathom this man's capabilities. Not Infrequently, I much to her surprise, sometimes to i her dismay, but generally to her eat-. eat-. isfactlon, ah found that she had no plummet with which to sound his i greater depths. ' Did she seek In him that fine flower flow-er of good breeding, gentleness and consideration? Where could she find these qualities better displayed? She waa absolutely alone with this man, entirely In his power, shut off from the world and its Interference as effectually ef-fectually aa If they bad both been abandoned in an ice floe at the North Pole or cast away on some lonely la-land la-land In the Bouth Seas, yet she felt as safe aa if she had been in her own house, or her uncle's, with every protection pro-tection that human power could give. He had never presumed upon the situation sit-uation In the least degree, he never once referred to the circumstances of their meeting in the remotest way, be never even discussed her rescue from the flood, he never told ber how be had borne her through the rain to its crown of sunny hair rlslnj above the rushing water. He had listened to the roar of 'the wind through the long nights, when she thought him asleep if she thought of him at all, and beard again the scream of the storm that bad brought her to his arms. No anow drop that touched his cheek when he was abroad but reminded him of that night in the cold rain when he had held her close and carried her on, He could not sit and mend her boot without remembering remem-bering that white foot before which be would fain have prostrated himself him-self and upon which he would have pressed passionate kisses If he had given way to his desires. Hut he kept all these things in his heart, pondered pon-dered them and made no sign. Did she ask beauty in ber lover? Ah, there at last be failed. According Accord-ing to the canons of perfection be did not measure up to the standard. His features were Irregular, bis chin a trifle too square, his mouth a thought too firm, his brow wrinkled a little; but he was good to look at for he looked strong, be looked clean and he looked true. There was about blm, too, that stamp of practical efficiency ef-ficiency that men who can do things always have. You looked at him and you felt sure that what be undertook that be would accomplish, that decision de-cision and capability were incarnate in him. Uut after all the things are said love goes where It la sent, and I, at least, am not the sender. This woaian loved this man neither neith-er because nor in spite of these quslltles. That they were might account for her affection, but if they had not been, it may be that that affection, af-fection, that that passion, would have InbabiUted her heart still. No one can say, no one can tell bow or why those things are. She had loved him while she raged against him and hated hat-ed him. She did neither the one nor the other of those two last things, now, and she loved him the more. Mystery Is a rreat mover; there is nothing so attractive as a problem we cannot solve. The very situation of The Dark Face of Hie Wife Rose Before Him. -- ed away,. or which may be express4 from the soft petals by the hsrd clr cumstancea of pain and sorrow until there Is left nothing but the lingering perfume of the flower. His body trembled if she laid a hand upon him, his soul thirsted for her; present or absent be conjured before his tortured brain the sweetness sweet-ness that Inhabited her breast II had been clearsighted enough in an alyzlng the past, he waa neither clearsighted clear-sighted nor coherent in thinking of the present. He worshiped ber, he could have thrown himself upon his knees to her; if it would have added to her happiness, she could hare killed blm, smiling at her. Rode she In the Juggernaut car of the ancient idol, with his body, would be have unhesitatingly un-hesitatingly paved the way and bare been glad of the privilege. He longed to compass ber with sweet obser-servances. obser-servances. The world revenged Itself upon him for his long neglect, It had summed up in this one woman all Its charm, its beauty, its romance, and had thrust her into bis very arms. His was one of those great passions which illuminate the records of the past Paolo bad not loved Francesco more. Ob, yes, the, woman knew he loved her. It was not in the power of mortal mor-tal man no matter how Iron bis restraint, re-straint, how absolute the Imposition of his will, to keep his heart bidden, his passion undisclosed. No one could keep such things secret, his love for ber cried aloud In a thousand ways, even bis look when he dared to turn his eyes upon ber wss eloquent of bU feeling. He never ssld a word, however, how-ever, he held his Hps at least fettered and bound for he believed that honor and Its obligations weighed down the balance upon the contrary side to which his Inclinations lay. He was not worthy of this woman. In the first place all he had to offer of-fer her was a blood stained hand. That might have been overcome la his mind; but pride in his self punishment, pun-ishment, his resolution to withdraw himself from man and woman until such time as God completed his expiation ex-piation and signified bis acceptance of the penitent by taking away bis life, held him Inexorably. The dark face of his wife rose before be-fore blm. He forced himself to think upon her, she had loved him, she bad given blm all that she could. He remembered re-membered how she bad pleaded wits him that he take ber on that last and most dangerous of journeys, ber devotion devo-tion to blm bad been so great she could not let blm go out of ber sight i moment, be thought fatuously! And he killed her. In the queer turmoil of bis brain be blessed himself for everything. every-thing. He could not be false to bis purpose, false to ber memory, unworthy un-worthy of the passion In which be believed be-lieved she had held him and which be believed he hsd inspired. If he bad gone out in the world, after ber death he might have forgotten forgot-ten most of these things, he might bave lived them down. Saner clearer clear-er views would have come to blm. His morbid self reproscb and self con-iclousness con-iclousness would bave been changed. Uut be had lived with them alone for live years and now there was no putting put-ting them aside. Honor and pride, the only things thst may successfully fight sgalnst love, overcome him. . He ;ould not give way. He wanted to, fvery time he was In ber presence he longed to sweep her to his heart and :rush her in his arms and bend her icad back and press Hps of fire on ler lips. Hut honor and pride, held' him bsck. (low long would tbey continue to exercise ex-ercise dominion over him? Would he time come when his passion rln-ng rln-ng like a sea would thunder upon hese artificial embankments of bis iouI, beat them down and sweep then iway? At first the disparity between their iltuatlona, not so much upon account )f family or of property the treae-iret treae-iret of the mountains, bidden sine rreation be had discovered and let lie -bnt because of the youth and posl-ion posl-ion of the woman compared to kts wn maturer years, his desperate ex-er!enca, ex-er!enca, and bis social withdrawal ad reinforced his determination ta lve and lore without a sign. But be tad long since got beyond this. Had is been free he would have taken her ike a viking of old. if he bad to pluck er from amid a thousand swords and rry her to a beggar s hut which love rould have turned to a palace. And be would have come with him n tha ame conditions. (TO BE CONTINUE!) SYNOPSIS. Enid Maltland, a frank, free and unapplied un-applied fount l'MIl,'lhla (Ctrl, ta taker to the Colorado mountains by her uncle. Jlooert Maltland. James Armatrong Mallland's protege, falla In love with hr Hla peralstant Wooing thrills tha girl, but alia hesitates, and Armmmni go-s aaal on business without definite answer Knld hi-ara tha atorr of a mining engineer, engi-neer, Newbold, whnea wife fell oft rllfl and waa ao seriously hurt that ha wai compelled to shoot her to prevent bar bains ba-ins eaten by wolves whtfa ha went foi help. Kirk by. tha old sulda who talla th Story, glvee Knld a package of lettara which Tia aaya war found on tha dead wuman'a body. Hha reade tha lettere anil at Kirk by request keeps them. Whllf bathing In mountain atrcam Knld la at-ta-kd by a bear, which la mysteriously aliot. A storm adds to tha girl's terror. A stiddan deluge transform brook Inti raging torrent, which sweeps Knld lnt gorge, where aha la rescued by a mountain moun-tain hermit after thrilling eiperlenr. Campers In great rnnfualon upon dlacov-Ins dlacov-Ins Kntd'a absence when tha storm braaka. Maltland and Old Klrkhy go In aaarch of tha girl. Knld rilacovara thai bT ankla la apralnad ;and that aha ta un-abla un-abla to walk, liar mysterious rescuri rarrlaa her to hla ramp. Knld ih-i U Biwp In tha stranga man's bunk. Minor rooks braakfast for Knld. aftrr wlch thay on tour of Inapactlnn. Tlia hermit her-mit tails Knld of hla unauccrasful ttrmpl to And tha Maltland campora lla ailinlli that ha la alao from Philadelphia, TlK hrrmll (alls In love with Knld. CHAPTER XIV. (Continued). Having little else to do, she studied the man, and she studied him with a warm desire and an enthusiastic predisposition pre-disposition to Hud the best In him. She would not have been a human girl If she had not been thrilled to the very heart of ber by what the man had done for her. She recognized that whether he asserted it or not, be had established an everlasting and Indisputable claim upon her. The circumstances of their first meeting, which as the days passed did not seem quite so horrible to her, and yet a thought of which would bring the blood to her cheek still on the Instant hsd In some way turned her over to him. His consideration of her, bis gracious tenderness toward to-ward her, his absolute abnegation, his evident overwhelming desire to please her, to make the anomalous situation , in which they stood to each other ' bearable In spite of their lonely and unobserved Intimacy, by' an absolute lack of presumption on bis part all those things touched her profoundly. Although she did not recognise the fact then perhaps, she loved him from tha moment her eyes had opened In the mist and rain after that awful Rattle in the torrent to see blm bending bend-ing over her. , No sight that had ever met Enid Maltland'i eyes was so glorious, so awe Inspiring, so uplifting and magnificent mag-nificent as tie view from the verge of the cliff In the sunlight of some bright winter morning. Few women bad ever enjoyed such privileges aa hers. She did not know whether she liked the winter crowned range best that way, or whether she preferred the snowy world, glittering cold In the moonlight; or even whether It was more attractive when It was dark and the peaks and drifts were only lighted light-ed by the stars which shone never so brightly as just above her head. , When he allowed her she loved to stsnd sometimes In the full fury of the gale with the wind shrieking and sobbing like lost souls In some Icy Inferno through the hills and over the pines, the snow beating upon her, the sleet cutting ber face if she dared to turn toward the storm. Generally be left ber alone In the quieter moments, ' but In the tempest be stood watchful, on guard by her aide, buttressing her, protecting her, sheltering her. ludecd his presence then was necessary, without him she could scarce bave maintained a footing. The force of the wind might have burled her down the mountain but for his strong arm. When the cold grew too great be led her back carefully to the hut and the warm Are. t Ah, yes, life and the world were both beautiful to her then, In night, In day, by sunlight by moonlight, in calm and storm. Yet It made no difference dif-ference what was spresd before the woman's eyes, what glorious picture wss exhibited to her gate, she could not look at It more than a moment without thinking of the man.. With the most fascinating panorama that the etrth'a surface could spread before be-fore human vision to engage ber attention, at-tention, she looked Into ber own heart and aaw there this man! Oh, she hsd fought against It at first hut lately she bad luxuriated la It She loved him, ahe loved him! And why not? What Is It that women wom-en love In men! Strength of body? Bie could remember yet how he had carried her over the mountains la the midst of the storm, how she had been so bravely upborn by hla arms to his heart She realised later what a task thst had been, what a feat of strength. The uprooting of that sapling and the frvertarnlng of that huge Grixsly were child's play to the long portage tip the alsaoat Impassable canon and taotttttaia side which had brought her to this dear baven. Was it streagth of character ahe ought resolution. determination? This train had deliberately withdrawn She Loved to Stsnd in the Full Fury of the Gale. ' ilege. She scarcely thought of him longer. She would not have been human If er mind had not dwelt upon the sorld beyond the sky line on the otb-r otb-r side of the range. She knew how hose who lovel ber must be suffering n account of her disappearance, hut knowing herself safe and realizing hat within a short time, when the firing came again, ahe would go back o them and that their mourning sould be turned Into Jy by her ar-ival, ar-ival, she could not concern herself rery greatly over their present feel-ngs feel-ngs and emotions; and besides, what ou!d he the tise of worrying over hose things? There waa metal more ittractlve for ber thoughts close at nad. And ahe was too blissfully isppy to entertain for mora than a noment any sorrow. She pictured often her return and lever by any chance did abe think of olng back to civilization alone. The nan she loved would be by her side, he church's blessing would make hem one. To do her Justice, In the ilmpllclty and purity of her thoughts ihe never once thosght of what the 'orld might say about that long win-er win-er sojourn alone with this man. She iss so conscious of her own inno--ence and of his delicate forbearance, ihe nerer once thought bow humanity sould raise its eyes and fairly cry j poo her from the house topa. She ltd pot realise that were she ever so ?ure and so Innocent she could not iow or ever reach the high position hie) Caesar, who was none too rep-itsble rep-itsble himself, would fata have his vlfe enjoy I CHAPTER XV. The Man's Heart. Now, love produce both bspplness ind aahspplness. but on the whole I bisk the happiness predominates, for ove Itself if It ha trve and high hi ts owa reward. Love may feel Itself lawortby and may shrink even from ha unlatching ef the shoe laca of the leloved, yet It Joys ta Its own exist-iocs exist-iocs nevertheless Of course its neatest aaUstscUon la la tha ret or a. P fusion for her. They are not necessary, necess-ary, they are all supererogatory, Idle , words. To him also love bad been i bom In an hour. It bad flashed Into existence as If from the flat of the , Divine. Ob, he had fought against It Like i the eremites of old he had been scourged Into the desert by remorse and another passion, but time bad done Its work. The woman be first loved bad ministered not to the splr- i itual side of the man, or If she bad , so ministered In any degree it was be- , cause he had looked at ber with a glamour of Inexperience and youth, ( During those five years of solitude, of i study and of reflection, the truth bad t gradually unrolled itself before blm. Conclusions vsstly at variance with what he bad ever believed possible , as to the woman upon whom he bad t first bestowed his heart, had got into j bis being and were in solution there; t this present womsn was the precipitant ( which brotiRht them to life. He knew , now what the old appeal of his wife had been. He knew now what the a new appeal of this woman waa. ( In humanity two things In life are t Inextricably Intermingled, body and soul. Where the function of one be- . gins and the function of the other t ends no one is able to say. In all t human passions are admixtures of j the esrih esrthy. We are born tha sons of old Adam as we are reborn tha sons of the New. Psssions are t complex. As in harvest wheat and t tares grow together until the end, so I In love esrth and heaven mingle ever. Ha remembered a clause from an an- r elect marriage service be had read, i "With my body I thee worship," and with every Cbre of his physical being. ( he loved this woman. It would be Idle to deny that impossible im-possible to disguise the fscts. but In the melting pot of passion the preponderant pre-ponderant ingredient waa mental and I spiritual; and Just because higher and holler things predominated, ha he'd g her la his heart a sacred thing. Love h is like a rose: the material part Is tre J b beautiful blossom; the spiritual factor ts the fragrance which abides la tha r rose Jar avaa altar every leaf baa fad- a " the lonely shelter of the hills, and In no way did he say anything that the most keentyascrutlnlslng tuind would torture into an allusion to the pool and tbe bear and the woman. The fineness of his breeding was never so well esbtblted as Sa this relic nee. More often than not It la what he does not rather tha a what be does thst Indicates tbe man. It would be folly to deny that be never thought of these things- Had he forgotten them there would be no merit In his silence; but to remember remem-ber them and to keep still aye, that showed tha mast Ha would close his eyes ta that little room on the other aide ef tha doer and sea again tha dark pool, her white shoulders, bar graceful' arms, the lovely tae wllh i the man, how he came there, what i he did there, why h remained there. I I questions to which she had yet no ' I answer, stimulated her profoundly. 1 i Fecausa she did not know aba ques Uoned la secret; Interest waa aroused 1 . and the transition to love waa easy, i Propinquity, too, la responsible tor i many aa affecUoa. "The Ivy clings to tha first met tree." Given a man i and womsn heart free and throw I them together and let there be decent i kladnesa on both sides, and It Is at- t - most Inevitable that each shall love t I tha other. Isolate them from the 1 i world, let them see ao other eompaa- Ions hut tha one ntt and tbe one t i womaa. and tha result becomes mora t Inevitable. , i Tea, this wemaa loved Ola asaa. |