The Decatur News. (Decatur, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 34, Ed. 1 Friday, September 14, 1900 Page: 6 of 8
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You have always been jealous of Mad-
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had reason to be jealous; but now—
well, now, I am not sure.”
“What was it that she said?”
“She was thanking John for having
given her so much of his precious
time.
“ ’We know,’ she said, ‘that every
minute spent away from Kitty is a
minute you begrudge. You have been
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friends If they are not ready to servo
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has he.been serving Madame Arnaud.
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CHAPTER XVI.
John was in the breakfast-room,
was seated in an arm-chair beside
fire, his elbow on the table that stood
near, his head against his hand. I was
standing close to him before he saw
me.
“John,** I said in a quick voice that
I tried in vain to steady, “don’t let me
go away from you! I don’t want to
go, John!”
He sprang quickly to his feet, his
face lighting up.
“Did I want you to go, Kitty?” he
asked reproachfully. “Your wish to
leave me has been the bitterest trouble
I have ever had to bear. I needn’t tell
you that, need I? You know it only
too well!”
‘ "John, I won’t be silly, I won’t be
jealous—Tell me,” I pleaded, "If you
didn’t try to love me, would you love
her still—love her best, I mean?”
Join answered gravely, with an air
as earnest as mine.
“I respect her,” he said; “I shall
respect her always. I do more than
respect—I admire her. But that is all!
The eld love was dead, Kitty, years be-
fore the new love was born!”
I wps contested.—The End.
CHAPTER XV.—(Continued.)
“Arthur St. John—alias Leslie—
something else, no doubt, nowadays.
He looked like a man of fifty. But I
knew him; 1 knew blm almost in a
moment."
“Yoe couldn't be sure,” I said doubt-
ful ly„
Meg smiled, but did not contradict
, me. But the smile was eloquent—It
despised my folly.
“I bad gone down stairs early,” Meg
continued, leaning b«ck in her chair,
and pushing her hair from her brow
with a nervous impatient little gesture.
“It’s not my way to get up early, is It?
But I was restless, I couldn’t sleep, and
I thought I should find a novel if I
went down stairs. The servants
weren’t moving; but there was a fire
in the study. The blinds were all
down, but the fire looked cosy; I went
in and stood before it and warmed my
toes. I dare say I was looking un-
tidy, Kitty; I think he took me for
an early housemaid; he came into the
rooffi quietly, and came up behind me,
and—and he kissed me, Kitty. I hadn't
heard any one come in, and I nearly
sertamed. But as I turned my head
round quickly I saw his eyes, and I
knew him, and I didn’t scream—I was
too frightened to move or make a
sound—”
"Go on, Meg."
“Then all at once John called to him
from the passage,
quiet, mysterious
tient, too.
’“St. John,’ he
waiting. Come.’
“He opened the street door quietly
and led some one in. They didn’t come
back to the study as I feared they
would; they seemed to be setting out
on some journey, and time seemed to
be pressing. They stood for a minute
speaking softly and quickly in the hall.
Do you know, Kitty, whose voice I
heard? It was a voice not to be mis-
taken—Madame Arnaud’s voice. She
was thanking John. She said such an
"You are a little contradictory, dear;
but never mind, mystery Is the order
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He had taken my hanejs in his, but
I would not let him draw me near him.
“I have been jealous, John,” I said,
bringing out the words in a sharp,
labored way. "I have been jealous of
Madame Arnaud!”
“Jealous, Kitty! Have you cared
enough for me to be jealous, dear?” he
asked, sadly. “You have had no need
to be jealous—none! Yet It is good
news to me, all the same.”
"It wasn’t your love for her, John,
that I minded,” I went on tremulously,
the tears springing unbidden to my
eyes. Perhaps—perhaps I did mind
that, too; but that wasn’t what I
minded most. You had loved her first
and you couldn't help if you loved her
best. You hadn’t seen her for so long;
you didn’t know how It would be
when you came to see her again—you
couldn’t help it! And I should have
tried to bear It! What I coujdn’t bear
was your always going to see her, your
having so much to say to her secretly,
so confidentially--”
“Do you know,” asked John gravely,
what those talks were about? Listen,
Kitty, and I will tell you.”
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go out She had puffs of gray hair be-
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bunched out at the sides; she looked
sixty—quite. What does it all mean,
Kitty? What is the mystery?”
“I cannot tell you, Meg.”
“But you know? Kitty, you are
trembling; what is the matter with
you?”
“Nothing, Meg—nothing!” I returned
hastily. “I was thinking—trying to
think.” •
But, try as I might, my thoughts re-
fused to shape themselves. One idea,
and only one, had taken possession of
my mind. John had had business mat-
ters to talk of with Madame Arnaud!
It was business that had taken him
there so often—business that they
talked about in such lowered, confi-
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gay.
“Meg, stay here for a tittle while,”
I pleaded eagerly. “I want to see John
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but the soft little glance with which
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didn’t; it would break my heart te aef
Fl! be content, Jehn; I’ll be different
and not tease you—1 won’t ask you to
love me very much. I’ll let my love be
enough for both. And by-and-by, as
you said, ’love may come.’ You did
love mo—you said so—before you mar-
ried me, and the love may come back
again---”
John drew me toward him. He put
his arm around me. and looked down
at me closely, very tenderly, very won-
derlngly.
“Kitty, you talk in riddles, dear,” hs
said. “You won’t ask me to love you
very much? What does that mean?
You know, dearest—you must know—
that, whether you ask or do not ask.'
1 love you with my heart and soul.”
. I looked up at him in bewilderment
“You said—you said that our mar-
riage was a mistake, John,”
. "It was you, Kitty, who said that.”
“But I said so because I thought that
you thought so, John. And you agreed
with me. Oh, John, you have for-
gotten you did agree with me! You
said that you felt the mistake and re-
gretted it even more bitterly than I.”
“For your sake, Kitty, for your sake,
dear; because my love had failed so
signally to make you happy. You told
me that I had spoilt your life, broken
your heart; that, when you had a wish,
it was only a wish to die.”
“I didn’t wish to make your life a
bondage, John.”
John’s eyes twinkled for a moment,
and then were grave again.
“Do you mean to tell me, Kitty,” be
asked incredulously, “that you doubted
that I loved you?”
“Do you mean that you could pos-
sibly doubt, John, that I loved you?”
I retorted in the same tone of incre-
dulity.
“It was natural enough for me to
doubt,” said John humbly.
“Much/more natural for me,” I re-
turned, looking up at him with spark-
ling eyes.
1 had clasped my hands upon his
shoulder; I put down my cheek against
them.
“I thought,” I confessed, “that you
had married me for kindness’ sake—
to—to provide for me. John. Every-
one thought so. Meg and Dora and
Aunt Jane and even your sister. You
yourself said that you thought of mar-
rying me before you thought of loving
me.”
/’Yes,” admitted John; “years ago, I
had some vague hope that you would
give me the right one day to take care
of you, to make life smoother for you.
I suppose I didn't love you as long ago
as that—I had only a very tender feel-
ing for you. Love, when it came, was
real enough in spite of that e^rly
thought. Don’t scorn my love, Kitty,
because I met it with welcome instead,
of rebuff.”
There was not much scorn in my
eyes as I raised my head and looked
softly, smilingly into the gray eyes
looking down at me. He kissed me;
and for a minute we stood in silence.
“Kitty,” he said at length, “there is
something that I want to tell you. I
ought to have told you long ago. It
was a painful story, and I did not tell
it. Come and sit down, and I will tell
it now.”
He drew me to the little sofa be-
side the fire; and there he told me the
story,of his first love, the story that In
part I knew already.
“She gave you up because you were
poor?” I asked indignantly.
“Don’t blame her, Kitty! She gave
me up for her brother’s sake. It is
more than ten years ago now that her
brother forged that check of which I
told you—that first check. There
seemed to be nothing but utter ruin
before him. Arnaud, the man that
Lucia married, had money and influ-
ence. He used both on the tacit under-
standing that she should marry him.
Her brother was saved for the time.”
“Was it the only way?” I questioned.
“I think some other way might have
been fodnd. But she could not be calm
and weigh chances. She was devoted
to this brotuer. For ten long years, as
she said the other night in the park,
she has hoped against hope for his
reformation; has tried to be brave,
has tried to hope for the best; And
now, at the end of the ten years, things
are just where they were before, I
think they are worse this time, for this
time he la less repentant. She is sacri-
ficing her whole life to him; but she
does it almoat without hope. She is
going away with him—to South Amer-
ica, to banishment.”
1 was quiet for a moment.
“John, I have been so unjust to her,”
I confessed in a low tone—“so unjust
to her always in my thoughts.”
“She is on* of the noblest women
that I know!” said John.
(Again we sat silent for a minute.
My heart was beating fast; I longed
to ask a question which I dared not
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