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Show I i ' '. " ' THE BINGHAM NEWS" '. Y 's Sinners in Heaven Bq CL1UE ARDEN SI Copyright by Th Bobbs-Merrl- ll Co. g ' And gradually t1 lr ttete ' ever her spirit. Imperceptibly, the last mountain rolled slowly away. As on tired out alter long, victorious war-fare, ihe lay, motionless, the moonlight falling through the little window upon ber white-robe- d figure. , . . After a time she rose and looked once more upon the wave she loved so well, a wondrous shining In her eyes. And all the perfumed beauty of the night blended In the tender, passionate war-ing to be with him who, also, had trlven, and suffered, and conquered. Slipping on her old Japanese wrap-per, she passed noiselessly out of her room. He had, she knew, not gone PART THREE Continued. In to bed. 12 "My brain has gone round and round like a whirlpool for months 1 I don't know what I think." "Well, think this," he said gently: "Marriage laws and forms vary with every creed, and In every country, to ult temperament or environment Afd everywhere, certain conventions are necessary. For God's sake, don't Imagine I'm an advocate of loose moral-ity I But you and I are cast oft from all rules save those of our own making. Have you considered that? These na-tives or Indians, Turks, Christians all have some Ideal which they embody In certain marriage rites and laws." She hung upon his words, clasping tightly the hands holding her own. "Yes?" she breathed, when he paused. "Well we are adrift from every one which applies to us. We can't obey them In the letter. We only have them In our hearts." "You mean," she whispered, "you think It would be right to form our own marrlnge rites?" a, a, a, a, - should they resist the law underlying His creation? Must His primal laws be set aside because those made by man, now mere chimera, were ab-sent? It was absurd, quixotic, unnec-essary. But beneath the velvet glove of na-ture lies the Iron hand; behind her smiling face sits grim severity. These, more than any scruples, caused him to pause. He who bad ever scorned ob-stacles, now faced them appalled. He who hud never known fear, was now afraid. . . . He who had ever seized what he de-sired, now stood aside and waited. Barbara must decide. To that, amid the turmoil of his spirit, he clung. There must never be coercion ; she was no weakling. Not until siie saw the path clear before her would she move an Inch: that he knew well. No sign came from the hut Within Its darkness, Inert head buried In her outstretched arms, lay the arbiter of his fute and ber own. In a greut and awful loneliness of soul, such as she had never Imagined possible, she faced the greatest question woman can be knowing no other. . . The con-ventions of previous years seemed very remote now, very unreal. . . . His point of view was, surely, mere com-mon sense. ... As the day wore on, she fell more and more silent, a ter-rible aching hunger In her heart . . . Must their two natures age here In barren purposelessness? Never be ful-filled? Why? Because far-of-f rules of society, which could not reach them, would be broken? How trivial such things seemed here, where the world was still In Its beginning. . . . In the evenlrg, the tiny girl, tired after excitement of the day, grew sleepy and fretful. Alan stopped an uproarious game, sat down upon a rock, and lifted her In his arms. She lay there contentedly, her little black head nestled in his shoulder. A pain that, in its poignancy, was al-most physical, gripped Barbara's heart. Great tears welled up suddenly and ran down her cheeks. Moved by an ir-resistible Impulse she darted forward and snatched the child from htm. "No, no, no ! I can't bear that 1 Let them go home. ... U Is time they went called upon to answer. The mountains home. ..." were quite close now; but she ap-proached them without shrinking, only desirous of finding the right path across to her Beloved. She did not blind herself. She had contemplated luurringe before, aware of all It meant to a woman In civilization. Now she contemplated it shorn of all but na-ture's own sublimely terrible forces ; contemplated the years ahead, with the possibility of other lives besides their own. . . . Reverberations I Truly, when one irrevocable chord Is struck, the reverberations roll on and on, echoing all around, so that God's whole Harmony muy be marred or perfected. Can one always tell which It will be? Both met next day, heavy-eye- d from a sleepless night but each tacitly for-bore to allude to the fact They spoke Moved by some Instinct, she turned, stumbling over the rough ground, and ascended the eastern slopes, where they had watched the dawn on that Christmas day nearly a year ago. Tv A group of rough bowlders, moss-covere- d, commanded a long view over the eastern shore of the Island, while forming a shelter from the wind. The girl approached them; then, at a sud-den soft sound, stood still, her heart beating rapidly. Noiselessly rounding them, she discovered the man she sought stretched upon the ground, hie head thrown back upon clasped arms, his eyes dreaming far away over the softly outlined scene below. For a moment she fingered the folds of her thin garment, watching him. Then the wind fluttered one of her loose sleeves ; and his guze flashed back from fHr distances. Turning his head, he saw the figure standing, motion less, by his side. She stood perfectly still, her bands pressed upon the garment at her breast the wind waving her cloudy hair, her Hps a little parted, her blue eyes dark-ly shining In the faint light. Once twice she tried to speak, but the words would not come: she could only envelop him, as It were, In the radiant glory of her face. ... Suddenly a great wave of under-standing broke over him, rendering him for a moment breathless, blinded, be-wildered. , . . Then, instinctively, he raised his anus. With a little Inar-ticulate cry the girl allowed him to take her, trembling In her capitulation, clinging to him, submitting, without re-sistance, to the storm of passion at last set free. Ills kisses burned Into her soft flesh, his arms crushed her well-nig- h breathless; she was car-ried away by the tide of his ardor, responsive, glorying. . . . Barbara had crossed her Rubicon for all time. Presently he sat down upon the rocks, still holding her to him. "You came to tell me?" he whis-pered, his face close to hers, bis eyet piercing to-h- very soul. "Yes," she whispered back. . . . After a time she raised herself, still In his arms. "Alan, I couldn't tell you before; until I felt convinced that all was right. You understand ; don't you? It was because I loved you so, dear heart, not fear, or coldness " "I understand," he murmured, laying his cheek against hers. "I always un-derstood. It was the beastly brute In me that sometimes seemed not to. . .' , When, Barbara?" Her head fell back upon his breast ; with a little throbbing sigh, she re-nounced her will to his. "Whenever you like, Alan." "At dawn?" he whispered. "It will soon be here. When the sun rises over the water It shall witness our mar-riage rites?" The passion had died out of his voice, and a note almost of awe had crept In. They remained, sometimes silent, sometimes discussing. In low tones, their forthcoming bridal, while the moonlight wnned, and the wonderful blue-blac- k of the southern night soft-ened and paled. Presently Alan lowered the hand he held near his cheek and opened the fingers. "What can we do about a wedding ring?" he asked. "Oh t Does that matter?" For a moment he gazed at her, De-re-ft of speech. Then be rose, and called Laalo. "I will take them home," he said quietly. When he returned, she had sunk upon the rock he had vacated. With eyes tragic In their lntentness, she watched him approach. He came close to her. With one of his old swift move-ments he raised her chin with his hand, so that she met the penetration of his gaze. "Barbara!" he muttered, "this will drive us mud. We are human, not gods." She drew away, hiding her face In her hands. The very touch of his fin-gers sent an electric current racing through her veins. To continue like this was becoming daily more Impos-sible. Presently she rose, not daring to speak, and turned from him Into the but. Blindly, bewildered, Barbara groped her way, step by step, through a maze of uncertainty. The day with the na-tive children had been a revelation. Never before had she realized the pas-- slon of longing which possessed her.' , . . And by her own n she Judged the suffering of the man waiting for her decision. The claims of another's need grew Insistent, dom-inating. . . . More and more did the life of previous years seem pale and unreal. . ... The fears for the future, the burden of its responsibili-ties, grew fainter, assumed new as-pects. . . . There came a night when Alan, after being away all day returned moody, li ritable. Impatient of all the trivial sub-jects with which she endeavored to make conversation. "Have you been working In the plan-tation?" she asked, after several unsuc-cessful attempts during supper. "No." He ate a banuna, and threw away the skin. "What's the good of It all?" he asked Impatiently. "It will lead nowhere." "It's occupation." she faltered. "Occupation? Yes. Occupation for the sake of occupation I Is that all life Is to be worth? My 0 dl What an outlook !" This was another of Barbara's fears. How long wo,uld the limited Interests of the Island, shorn of a deeper outlet "I do. Before God Barbara, I do. To me, our wedding would be as sacred and lawful here, with the sea for music, the birds for witness, as In a crowded church. I want you always to remem-ber that." The waves echoed faintly upon the shore; the wind stirred the palm leaves in their enclosure; otherwise the whole world seemed waiting, in a stillness like death, for her reply. "I believe you, Alan," she murmured at last. "I had not thought of it at all in this light. It would be the same to me. In my heart. But should we be right? Suppose afterward we were rescued?" "Well? Then we should at once obey the letter. Here we can obey the spirit. But isn't that the greater? In the world It Is the reverse, often. The spirit Is violated." "Suppose," she began again, with a shudder, "only one of us were res-cued?" "Don't conjure up Imaginary hor-rors." She drew away, looking around the bay with the same pathetic helpless-ness that had struck him so poignantly on Christmas eve. - "Oh 1" she muttered, "It Is a terrible ,problem I If only there were somebody outside It all, to help! 1 am so afraid our very love may guide us wrongly." "No," he said quickly. "It won't be-cause It Is love not that other word beginning with the same letter. Be-sides, It is the motive of the heart which counts, in all problems." She turned away, covering her face with her hands. " "What can we do? What can we do?" The words came brokenly, pa-thetically, to the other outcast from all laws, ne was conscious tonight more thnn ever before, of their grow-ing dominant need of each other. Had ne striven in his old arrogance she would not, he knew, have resisted his appeal. But the great keynote was tuning his nature as well as hers. All the chivalry latent In his being rose to bis heart, casting out passion. With infinite delicacy he went to her and put his arms about ber. "We are down among the deep chords together, nnw.V he whispered. "But together always together." With a choking cry she turned and flung herself upon his breast, clinging to him, the only bulwark of her life. "I can't decide yet. Oh I I can't decide; I can't decide" And she burst into a passion of tears. Ill The man, with the divine instinct of Understanding now nwakened, realized acutely all that the girl was suffering. He held her quivering form close, say-ing nothing. There was nothing he could say. Her own soul must now fight out this battle between tile old Instincts of a lifetime and those of a world beyond reach of civilized rule. Presently, when she grew calmer, he lifted her bodily and carried her Into the hnt. He placed her upon her bed; V then knelt for a moment, and laid his cheek to hers. "The decision lies In your hands, M he whispered. "Come and tell me when you know." Then he rose to his feet, lingering be-side her for a time, a world of almost maternal tenderness In his steady re-gard. But she made no reply. With a little gesture of helplessness, he turned, and walked back to the lagoon. , Croft, in old days, could not have strongly sexed man. All j been called a ; the vitality of bis nature went into t other channels. Now, when, for the first time, passion had come to him. It . found bim bereft of all those other out-lets to his abundant energy. It shook him with mrce Intensity. In the past his whoU concentration, every ounce of brain and strength, had been given to his work and Inventions. Now the same splendid force, welling up and overflowing, was concentrated upon woman- -a channel half closed against ' ' him. Being half closed caused more torture than If It had been entirely shot and barred.' , .' ' ' ' fate God whatever , the Unseen powtr was cnedhd hurled them, , man and worn mi,' together-l- this Isola-- ; fiott, Vwny,-- all that was sacred. ' A' . ''"xv;.." :'Jk "I should like to see you wearing one of mine. Walt!" he continued, searching In the pockets of his frayed breeches. He displayed a collection of keys, a pocket knife, and a pencil, sus-pended upon a small tin key ring, "Will this fit? It's better than noth-ing." "It looks about the right size, and will do beautifully. Oh, Alan! how I shall love it !" He smiled, a world of tenderness In his eyes. "Look," he said. "Dawn Is breaking." Early birds began to chirp and whistle, away in the forest; the danc-ing waves turned a steely gray. The wind had dropped, leaving a great si-lence. It seemed as rf nature were holding her breath, waiting for the dawn not far off. . . When at last the sun's first long shaft of gold quivered across the water, the man rose and set the girl gently upon her feet. The hand In his trembled little; but she met his eyes bravely, smilingly. ... TO BE CONTINUED.) Lifted Her Bodily and Carried Her. little, making but a pretense at break-fast' Afterward, Alan fetched his na-tive bow and arrows. "I may not be back until evening," he said. "You wIU be all right?" "Quite." There was a relief In her tone which he noticed and understood. He hesi-tated; but she did not look up. For the first time since Christmas they had omitted their morning kiss. And now something restrained him from taking the wistful little face In his hands, much as he longed to do so. He turned and strode off up the bay. The omission was significant. They had struck a chord too deep ever to return to the delightful camaraderie of the past. Demonstratlveness held a hidden menace behind all its charm. A new wall, vastly different from the old one, yet no less baffling, formed again between them. Once more, each in-tuitively bid behind reserve yet hung upon the other's slightest action. Once more, only surface topics were allowed admittance. Once moro, Alan spent long hours away. . . . One day, before their second Christ-mas, Meamaa fell sick. , Barbara, who of late had shunned too much contact with that happy family, fetched Laalo and his sister to play In the enclosure. Children's merry laughter echoed around their home; and Alan, Instead of going off as usual, stayed to play with them. Barbara watched him, all her heart shining In ber eyes. There was nobody to put the fear of tabu Into Laalo's frizzy head. The "great white chief told film marvelous stories of animals never seen upon their Island. He be-came a wonderful horse galloping round the hut, with Laalo upon his back ; then a roaring Hon, that roared most terribly. There were swings In the hammock, and games of which the little natives had never heard. And all the time, while Joining in their play, Barbara watched her man. Often, too, she found him watching ber. , . . How happy these little ones were In their life of freedom, suffice for a man of his temperament? "You are doing a lot of good among the natives," she suggested, feeble though she knew the remark to be. "Good?" He gave an Impatient laugh. "Lord 1 Don't credit me with the Instincts of a missionary I That's only 'occupation.' One hour. If we left tills place, and they would forget it all." This bitterness, this dreary desola-tion of voice and mien, so unlike the old Alan of indomitable resource and optimism, cut Barbara to the heart For she understood. "Alan I Alan!" she cried, stretching out a hand. But he shook his head. "No. I can't I daren't. I'm only fit for the devil tonight" She rose, her lips trembling, and went toward him. "Don't! Alan, don't shut me out I I understand " "Understand? You can't, or" Sud-denly he seized her, almost viciously, dragging her up against him. With shaking hands he pressed back her head, and laid bis hot Hps upon her neck. . "I ni force you to give In one day " he muttered thickly. She did not struggle; but she trem-bled violently In bis grasp. For a long moment his eyes burned Into hers. But among the answering passion they saw there, lay the purity which was the very essence of her being. ... ' As abruptly as he has seized her, he let her go again. "I I told you I was only fit for the devil 'tonight." he said huskily. "Let me be. ... for God's sake, let me be. . . ." . She turned, quivering In every limb, and ran Into the hut. For hours she lay, deaf and blind to all around, alone with her God. . ' . ',v.i - : V'..". 'f W.V, SAY "BAYER ASPIRIN" and 'INSIST! Unless you see the "Bayer Cross" on tablets you are not getting the genuine Bayer Aspirin proved safe by millions and prescribed by physicians 24 years for C29 Cos Headache ) Pain y Neuralgia: Ylss Toothache '. Lumbago Neuritis Rheumatism Accept only "Baypr" package which contains proven directions. 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