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Come J rue
BY MARGARET PEDLAR
a lesson learned by rote.
Claire’s eyes grew very pitiful.
“And must you go to Beirnfels
alone?” she asked quietly. “Won’t
you take me with you?”
“Will you come?”—incredulous
ly.
“Of course I’ll come. I should
n’t dream of letting you go by your
self.
And then, all at once, Jean’s tired
body, exhausted by the soul’s long
conflict, gave way, and she slipped
to the ground in a dead faint.
CHAPTER XXXV
CHAPTER XXXIV ■ hush! ’’She checked him with quiv- Ne?ta and the fulfilment
'ering lips. “I can’t go with you. It dream, forever forbidding her en-
Jean felt her heart contract as her wouidn’t bring us happiness. Ah trance to her woman’s kingdom.
eyes marked the changes wrought in Bsten t0 me( dear! siie. came clo/e; She saw it .all now with a ter
rible clarity of vision, understood
to the full the two alternatives
which faced her—to go with Blaise
as he implored, or to send him—her
man, the man she loved—back tc
Nesta. There was no longer any
middle course.
A voice .sounded in er ears.
“No true happiness ever came or
running away from duty. And if
ever I>i up against such a thing—a
_ choice like this—I hope to God I’d
I be able to hang on, to run straight
I even if it half-killed me to do it!”
•• The words sounded so clear and
di-tinct that Jean half raised to see
i who spoke them. And then, in an
i overwhelming rush of memory, shc
recognized that it was no actual I voice she heard but the mental echo
I of her own words to Nick—to Nick
J at the time when he had been pass-,
like fire of fierce
happiness.
t ............. ____ She. came cloce
him by the few weeks wicli had elap- to an(j her pand imploring!
sed since she had seen him. His face on arIUj lifting her white, stride-
was haggard as though from lack of; face p|S< “it w0Uid spoil our'
sleep, and the lines on either side love—to fai<e it uke that when we
the mouth were scored deep into the 110 rjght to. It would smirch
flesh. The mouth it elf closed in a, an(j s,ou jt> make it something dif-
tense line of savage misery and the; ferent. i think—I think, in tlm;
stark bitterne s of his eyes filled „ndi Biaige> wOuld kill it.” j
her with grief and pity, knr.'”4«"......... -■ -- - — 1
how utterly powerless she 'was
help or comfort him.
Distrusting her ^elf-control, she
snatched at the first conventional ;1
remark that sugge ted itself,
•T thought—I thought you
Nc-sta were both dining at the Dower
House,” she said confusedly.
‘•Nesta is there. I made an ex
cuse. I came here instead.”
Something in the curt, clipped
sentence- sounded a note of warning
in her ears. ;
“But you ought nor io nave come
knowing; .<Nothing
tc for
py.
our
, and
our and1
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I With every fibre of her being yearn
ing towards him she must refuse
• deny him, drive him away from her
; “No, no!” she cried tremulously
“We could never reach our House
'of Dreams that way—Oh, I know it!
At least, not the sort of House of. ing through a
here,” she replied quickly—defen- [ preani that would be worth any -1 temptation.
----. ting to you or me, Blaise. It ■would | how easily,
would ever kill my love
you,” he exc’aimed passionate-
“Jean, little Jean, think of what
life together might be—the glory
beauty of it-—just you and I in
Hou e of Dreams!”
She caught her breath. Oh! Why
I did he make it so hard for her?
sively almost. “Why have you come;
Blaise?” I
“I came,” he said slowly, “be-J
cause I. can’t bear my life without; tion . t # Don’t ask me any
you a day longer.
Jean! Jean! . . . Beloved!
need to ask why I came?”
With a swift irresistible move
ment he swept her up into his arms. j back to Nesta.
holding her crushed against his,
brea t, his mouth on hers, kissing
her as a man kis es when love that
has been long thwarted and denied
at last bursts asunder the shackles
which constrained it.
And Jean, starved for four long
months of the touch of the beloved
arm-, the pressure of the beloved
lips upon her own, had yielded to
him almost before she was aware
of her surrender.
Then the remembrance of the wo
man who stood between them rush
ed across her and she tore herself
free from his embrace, white and
trembling in every limb.
“Blai.e! . . . Blaise . .
are you thinking
mad—mad!”
She covered her
shaking hands but
away, gazing down a-
that worshipped.
“No, beloved, we’re not mad,” he
cried triumphantly. “We’re sane—
sane at last. We were mad to think
we could live apart, mad to dream
we could starve love like ours. That
was when we were mad! But we’l1
never be parted again; sweet—”
“Blaise,” she whispered, staring
at him with horrified dilated eyes.
“You
ing!
wife,
must
that to me!”
“No,” he returned, “I
Jean. I’ve come to take
with me. “Once more his arms
round her. “Belovedest, I
live without you any longer,
tried— and I can’t do it.
you’ll come? You love me enough—
enough to come with me to the. ends
of the earth where we’ll find happi
ness at last?”
She ‘■ought to free herself from
his clasp, pressing with straining
hands against his chest.
“No! No!” she cried breathlessly.
“I can’t go with you . . . you know
I can’t! Ah! Don’t a.-k me, Blaise!”
There was an agony of supplication
in her voice. •'
“But I do ask you. And if you
love me”—his eyes holding hers—
“you’ll come, Jean.”
“I do love you,” she
estly. “But it isn’t the
asking me this, Blaise,
other man—a stranger—
“If you loved me, you’ll come,” he
retierated doggedly. “H can’t live
without you, Jean. I want you—oh
heart’s beloved, if you knew—” And
the burning, passionate words, the
pent up love and longing >of months
of separation and despair, came
pouring from his lips—beseeching
and demanding, wringing her heart
pulling -at the love within her that
ached to give him the answer which
he craved.
“Oh, Blaise, dearest of all—hush!
in her young, untried
only be a sham, a make-believe. You , ignorance, the words had fallen from
can’t build true on a rotten founda-. ]ier jips as S],ie urged Nick
, more
Because—101k | dear. It's so hard-
Do you on saying no when
j wants to say yes.
it. And you . . ,
to re
I nounce his fixed resolve! Such em- —so hard to keep [ jnently wise and excellent counsel!
everything in me | And how little-
But I must
you must
say
gc
She
of?Oh!
What
we’re
with
drew
her
them
face
he
ner with eye?
don’t know what you are say-
You’re forgetting Nesta-
Oh, go—go quickly!
not stay here and
-your
You
talk like
won’t go
you away
went
can’t
I’ve
Jean
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The Eve of Departure
A week later, Jean sat at the fool
of the stairs and surveyed with
faint amusement the motley collec
tion of trunks and suit-cases whicn
thronged the. hall.
She was still looking pale and worn
strung up to face her self-imposed
exile from the country which now
held everything that was dear to her
but no enormity of sorrow would
ever blind Jean for long to the
whimsical aspect that attends sc
•many of the little things of daily
life.
“What a lot of useless lumber ws
women carry about with us where
ever we go!” she commented. “Five
—six—seven packages to supply the
needs of two solitary females—and
Heaven only knows how many brown
paper parcels will be required at th?
last moment for all the things we
shall find we have forgotten when
the time actually comes to start.”
■Claire, standing -on the flight of
stairs above and viewing the essem-
blage in the hall from -over* the top
of the banister rail, giggled helpless-
U’. ' j
“Yes, they do look a lot,” she ad- j
mitted. “Howevter” —< hopel’uMy — I
“there”' be p’enty of room for then,
all when we actually get to Beirnfels.” J
“Oh, plenty,” agreed Jean. “Bull
we’ve got to convey them half across I
Europe first—two lone women and ;
one miserable maid who will prob. ;
ably combine train-sickness and,
hoime-sickness to an extent that wil’
totally incapacitate her for the per
formance of her duties.’fr
At this moment the front-door bel1
clanged violently through the house
as though pulled by .someone in a
tremendous hurry. 'Claire hastily
withdrew her head from over the
banister rail and disappeared up
stair.1, while Jean relinquished the
accommodation offered by the bot-
tommo.t .step and sought refuge in
the nearest of the sitting-rooms
closing the door stealthily behind
her.
A moment later Tucker, who had
caught sight of her hurriedly retreat
ing figure, reopened it and announ
ced imperturbably:
“Mr. Burke.”
Jean greeted him with surprise
but without any feeling of embar
rassment. So much had happened
since the day she had eluded him
on te Moor, events^of such intimate
and tragic import had swept her
path, that the unexepected meeting
failed to rouse any feeling either of
anger or dismay. Burke, and every
thing connected with him, belonged
to another period of her existence
altogether—to that glorious care
free time when it seemed as though
life ivere a deep, inexhaustible well j
bubbling over with wonderful possi-1
bilities. Burke were merely a ghost
—a revenant from that far distant
epoch.
“I’m in time, then?” he said, when
he had .shaken hands.
“In time? In time for what?”
“In time to see’ you before you
go.”
“Oh, yes.” Jean spoke lightly
“You’re in time for that. But who
told you I was going away? I did
n’t know you were in England, even.
“I came back a fortnight ago—tc
London. Judith wired me from the
house that you were leaving Coombe
Eavie.”
(To be continued)
Mrs. Henpeck—Why, 1 only marriud
you to spite Dick Jones.
Mr. Henpeck—Glad to hear it.
Heretofore I thought it was because
you had a grudge agai.nst me.
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Her voice almost failed her.
could feel her strength ebbing with
every moment that he stayed beside
her. She knew that she coul(l not
be able to resist his pleading much
longer. Her own heart was fight
ing against her—fighting, on his
side!-
He saw her weakness and caught
at it eagerly.
“Do you know what you’re asking
•me to do?” he demanded hoarsely
“Do you know what you are sen dins
me back to? Our life together—
Nesta’s and mine
hell on earth,
took her back,
good by it.
worthle s
days are
bickering
darkened.
tied? Her nominal position as my
wife does not content her. Do you
understand what that must .mean—
if I go back?” He pau'ed, his eye-:
bent steadily upon her. “Jean”—
very low—“now that you know—wir
you come with me and let us find
our
He
into
ing it a pallid white.
“Answer me!” he persisted, a.s
she remained silent.
“Wait . . . wait a little . .” she
muttered helplessly.
She turned away from him and
leaning her elbows on the chimney
piece, buried her face in her hands
The supreme test had come at
last. .She realised, now, that her
reunuciation — that renunciation
which had cost her oo much pain
and bitterness—had been, after all
only something superfiscal and In
complete. She had not made the
full sacrifice that duty and honoui
demanded of her. Though she had
outwardly renounced her lover—
bade him return to Nesta—she still
held him hers bv the utter faithful
ness of hio’ love for her. Nesta had
had but the husk, the shall—-a hus
band in name -only, every hour of
their life together an insult to -her
pride and womanhood.
Jean’s thoughts lashed her. Her
shoulders bent and cowered a little
as though beneath a physical Plow.
There had been a time—'oh! very
long ago, it seemed, before Destiny
had come with her snuffers and
quenched the twin flames of love
and happiness—a time when dimly
as in some exquisite dream
heard the sound of
the helpless touch
Perhaps Nesta, too,
voices, felt those
while her soul quickened to the vis
ion of >a future which might hold
some deeper meaning, some more
sacred trust and purpose, than her
empty, wayward past.
And she, Jean, had c-'tood between
life
-has been simply
I obeyed you—and
But
She is as
as she ever
one continual
and quarrels.”
“And she is
nave done nc
weak
was.
round
His face
ndt satis-
and
Our
of
happiness together?”
watched the scarlet flood surgs
her face and then retreat, leav-
cried earn-
you I love
It’s some »>
the
fol-
of
-how crassly litth
had she realised at the time the
huge demand tliat she was making'
She had spoken as though it were
comparatively easy to reject
wrong and choose the right—to
low the stern and narrow path
duty, through the mists and utte.
darkness that enthrouded it, up tc
tho e shining heights which He be
yond human sight.-—the outposts oi
Eternal Heaven itself.
Easy! . . . Oh, God! . .
When at last Jean uncovered her
■and lifted it to meet the sei
of the man beside her, it was
and ravaged—the face of one
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face
gaze
wan
who
purgatory of torment.
“Well?” he demanded, his voice,
roughened because he found himself
unable to' steady it with that strain
ed and altered face upturned to his
“Well? Are you going to send me
back to Nesta?”
ghe did not answer his question
Instead, she put another.
“Do you think she—loves you?’
He stared.
“Nesta? Yes. As far a.' her .sort
can love, I believe she does.”
Jean nodded, as though it
the answer she had expected.
“Blaise . . . I’m going to
you back to her. I’m sure now. I
know. It’s the only thing we can
do . . . We must say good-bye—al
together—never see each other.”
“Never?” The word came drag-
Singly.
\ “Never. It—it would be
hard on us, Blaise, to see
other.”
“Yes,” he answered slowly,
would be too hard.”
They were both silent. The
utes ticked away unregarded,
had ceased to count. This farewel1
was till the end of time.
“Blaise—” AH the resonance had
gone out of her voice. It sounded
flat and tired. “You—you will gc
back to her?”
“Yes, I will go back.”
She stretched out her hands flut-
teringly.
“Then go . . . go soon, Blaise! I
—*1 can’t 'bear very much more.”
He opened his arms, then, and she
went to him, and for a -s'pace they
clung together in silence. For the
last time he set his lips to hers, held
her once more against his’ heart
Then slowly they drew apart, strick
en eyes gazing lingeringly into other
eyes as stricken, and presently the
closing of the terrace door told her
that he had gone, and that she must
turn her feet to the solitary path of
those who have said farewell to love
Henceforth, she would be alone-
living or dying, quite alone.
It was long past midnight when
Claire returned from the Dower
House.
-She found Jean sitting beside the
grey embers of a burnt-out fire, her
hands lying folded upon her knee
er ys staring stonily in front of her
in a fixed, unseeing gaze.
Claire called to her softly,
when one wakes a sleeper,
“Jean!”
Jean turned her head.
“So you have got back?” she said
dully. She stood up stiffly, as
though her limbs were cramped
“Claire, I am going away-—right
away from here,—to Beirnfels.”
“Why?” asked Claire-.
She waited tensely for the answer.
“Blaise has been here. He asked
me to go away with him. I’ve sent
him back to West.”
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