The Wingham Times, 1916-11-30, Page 70
November 3O, f g 16
THE WINGHAM. TIMES
P2ge 7
LINKED BY FATE
BY CHARLES G,Ar,RVIS
S S"i✓SIPE
"Was poor and Was going- out 1;o earn
his living. The more I see of him the
'k—
imgre T like Mannering. have—I hope
;in an inoffensive way—endeavored to
make him and Miss Nina friends, but
ihvand
+lies shy y in his grave gay he is
:disinclined for the society of ladies—
anyway, he avoids all of them,
which makes, nee think that his
trouble may, be connected with one.
,ef the gentler sex= Notwithstanding
11 the efforts of the women on
-board to `draw hint out of his shell,'
.he resists their blandishments."
Nina frowned thoughtfully over
this. Yes, she remembered, Manner-
ing had seemed to avoid her and the
•other ladies,
The journal was continued to the
day of Flouting's death, and his
anxiety on her account, his plan of
•a Marriage :cith Mannering, even the
reasons for it, were set down.
"I' had hard work to. induce him to
take the course I myself pressed on
hhn," Nina read; "and even after he
'had agreed to the marriage, and I
'had gained Miss Nina's consent, he
.partly executed an idea of escape for
-her and me in order to avoid the
ceremony. I respect his scruples. Alas
,they will have to yield to inexorable
Fate! I am dying! I must make them
lean and wife before I go. It must be
so, for her sake, for the sake of her
future. Heaven will, I feel, give me
;Strength to perform the ceremony,
rliough it may not vouchsafe the suf-
ient to set it down here. I hope
am acting
for
the best for
both
of
=•them, If not, as Mannering said, may
'God forgive me!"
It was the last entry; he did not
•levo to make another; and Nina's
;eyes, as she bent over the book, fill-
ed with tears. And her heart, too,
• was filled with bitterness. It tor-
tured her pride tie read, in black
and white, Mannering's objection to,
•dislike of, the marriage.
But she put the book at the bot -
••tom of the box in which she had
aced Fleming's things, and set to
ark vigorously. Thera were very
• w articles belonging to �a
nn
rif
"Ile who had thought of so 'many ,
.necessary things for the rest had,
:apparently, ignored his own comfort.
There were a few sparesclothes which
iquickly, timidly,'and, of course, nab -
,:mit examination, she folded end laid
.aaside, with a strange sense of shy-
,ness. It seemed to her as if he
• might resent her , interference; but
surely it was her duty to "tidy" the
.place and make it comfortable. It
was the least she could do for him
••who did so much foe her.
, She did away„ with Fleming's
3 bed " and altered the arrangement
< 1 the rough furniture so as ;to .gilfe
to room as different an aspect as
tXtossibie,'and she completed her :work
lly putting on the table'"a bunch of
ia
loriously-colored flowers in an
`empty bottle. While she was making
drip the posy her eyes taught the
,fiignet ring which Mannering had
laced on herngBesurefinger for a wedding
B it was not t the first
f
t.imc she had looked at it; indeed, it
!•seemed to her that even in her sleep
'Mahe had been conscious, of its pro-
' Seence, But now, after of
the
,paragraph in Flenming's diary, she
o -w iewed it with afeeling of revolt
iifigainst the Fate that had placed it
;,there; and, obeying a sudden impulse,
,y',she took it off and slipped it in her
eepocket.
The moment 'she had done so she
'Was vaguely sorry; she xixissed the
':thing; her finger looked bare and
"unclad" without it. But. she -vas
,'t too proud' to put • it" on again. 'No,
Tilt should not remind him every time
that he glanced at her hand of the
:•unwelcome tie which bound him to
;cher.
It was late before Mannering came
yeslowly over the hill and towards the
p,taloon—ati •Nina had: decided to Call
}:the men's hut—and, es; She lopketetitt
•liiim, she saw that he was very timid.
iow she„Jf d„on,.uerybcst eikirtes;,the.•
freme she 'hied been Mending vitenl
Leming Came to .pr,Oposey , the mat•-
age to her, She bad' tacked a `liit
•of_daric bltte tIbblon Mader her. 'collar
•
a
and had done her wonderful hair
with more care than she had taken
since the wreck.
Her freshness andthe general ef-
fect of these attempts at adornment
—he was too much of a mere mart tee
take in the details—struck Manner-
ing, and he said apologetically:
"If you'll wait a moment, I'll go
to the stream and have a wash and
tidy up•”
"Well, don't be long, please,” she
said. "I have been experimenting
with a soup, and I'm anxious and
nervous about it; and nothing soon-
er puts a cook into a bad temper
than keeping the dinner waiting."
He came back very quickly and
sank into his chair with the sigh of
a man who has a great deal on his
mind.
I've been to the north. end," he
said. "It is, as I expected, more
barren than this; the trees don't
groweso thickly and vegetation gen-
erally is sparser—"
"Oh, speaking of vegetation, do
you think you could find me some
more vegetables? This soup wants
carrots and onions—"
"It's a first rate soup," he said.
"Oh, thank you!" she retorted,
drily. "I was afraid you didn't like
it. You 'didn't say so."
'"I beg your pardon," he Saida
meekly. ""I was pondering over—"
"More important
things. I'm
sorry," she caught him up in a
quick little way that was so rare as
to be charming. "Please go on."
"I'm confirmed in my opinion that
the largest of the group 'of islands
lies on the southwest; and I propose
building a boat—it will be safer than
a raft—in which I—we—ean make a
cruise of discovery."
She listened earnestly and forgot
to serve him; then she remembered it.
and with a start begged his pardon
and took his plate.
"I also found lxxore evidence 01
gold. Some of the eniertz, or what-
ever they call it,' show 'quite plainly
on,the':pig stoties`or rocks in the dry,
river ':beds."
"Yes. Do you like the ducks best
this way or stewed? X put it in an
' empty tin amornist the . ashes of the
fire. Is,it all ,rfglxt—done enough?"
"It: is very'gbod," he said. "It is
a delightful dinner and I am enjoy-
ing it. Where was I?—Oh, the gold.
And I think there is copper; in fact,
the place seems to abound in value
able minerals."
She nodded carelessly and sighed.
• "We seem to find all the useless
things," she said. "Now, if we'd
been two -persons in .a book of ad-
aisenture, •cast on an uninhabited is-
land, we should find all the useful
• things, or the materials out of which
to make thein."
"Ah," he .said, rather resentfully. ,
"I always had, even as a boy, a
Suspicion of fraud in those shipwreck
stories; but I little thought that the
thing was so tragic and uncomfort—
able as it is."
"I am sorry you are not comfort-
able," she said. Then she renxember-
'ed the two .sic .lied lost and the
tears came into her eyes. He saw
them and tried to divert her mind.
"We haven't tried the old trick
they always perforin in the adventure
books—senting empty bottles with
'+We'are shipwrecked on an unknOwn
island. . Help us! Reticue!' "
"I've only three empty bottles `aid
I couldn't spare them," she said.
"Ono is a rolling pin and worth its
*eight in'gold."
but your people; their an-
xiety will be, must be, very great,"
he said,' gravely.'
"I haven't any people," she replied.
"My father and I were alone int e
world. I suppose we must have r
datives, but Inever :heard of thein.
We'lived for one another." After?a
pause shesaid,;; with her oyes on the
table: "If you would like to try to
communicate, Wi?.h your people X will
sacrifice Yny bottle."
Xie shrugged ;his *boulders. "It's
of no consequence."
She looked" at' him with almost
startledl etirpr1se,
"Your sister, brother? ' Why, surely
p011 halve some one?"
"Why should I any more tfi lm
you?" 'be answered. "1 haven't fa lt-
er or mother orr,:a sister' or a broth-
er; and as to the rest ed my people—
well,"" grimly, "they' won't suffer ktiiy
anxiety over my disappearance."
"Are you not goileg to" smoke?"
she asked after a moment or tiro.:
e eon
'..
He ,thanked her and sat down
the ground before the fire and lit
pipe. He was terribly tired. 'raid•
presently, as ehe' glanced towerlde
him, She, saw his `hexad• fall on' his
breast—he had fallen • into a doze.:
;His -attitude • was yaim, uncomfortable
ono, anir:she longed to put son e-
,f,Iiing"for him to IeanAegafnst. ''1he'
desire grow' leo intensee' she told taer-
;sclf that it was •: my°because ''Chis ,
sight ,of him sitting so "tidgetted"'
her -+-that' She stole on, tip -toe to
him.
As Atha *Rod over hint hesitatingly
her oyttea•Wandered over his face find
form. ,She noticed ,the „abort Cal •ia
a that ;cl, tered et�gieely on• titre ben( • of
theittrfnitl mock,; the .great shoulders,
broad yet fiat, the handsome fe'rt, t
the; .gr rof', the Whole figure. The
t he
thought 'flashed across her that
wad the best poking, man,she /had
.ever .st"eri. And Bone tired' he 'fires!
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and her heart ached with pity for
him.
She drew the box gently againet
his back. But the touch, gentle as
it was, awoke him; in a moment he
was on his feet and had seized her
arm in a grasp of iron, his vacant
eyes glaring at her sternly. She
thought he was going to strike her,
but suddenly he was awake fully and
staring at her With dismay.
"I-1 beg your pardon!" he atam-
mered, "I must have fallen asleep;
and I dreamt that the Lascar had
come back. I Inst have thought
you were he and—oh, 1 bog your
pardon!"
"If you'd let my arm go," she said
with a painful smile. "You aro hurting
it, I am glad I am not the Lasear!"
Ile released her arm, and in doing
so saw that the ring was not on her
linger. IIe did not frown or show
surprise; but his face became thought-
ful, and he avoided her eyes.
She noticed the subtle change in
his manner, though she did not dis-
cern the cause.
"I will go now," she Said; it al-
most seemed a formula. "Give me
your coat, please."
"My coat?" he repeated, vaguely.
"Yes. _You have torn it; I will
mend it for you."
"Oh, don't trouble,", he said, rath-
er coldly. why had she taken off the
ring? Was she afraid of him—afraid
that
he would forget his promise?
His heart swelled with bitterness.
"Give it me, please," she said with
her queenly air of command. "You
have not too many coats, I know."
Obediently he took off his coat and
she flung it over her arm, wishing
him "Good night," and left him.
He refilled his pipe with her tobacco
—it was not half bad, but he sighed
as he thought of his favorite brand
—and sat over the fire smoking for
a time, then swiftly he rose, resolved
to conquer his reluctance to take re-
possession of the hut, As he passed
hers he saw that the light was still
burning.
He lit the pine torch at the door
and stood dead short at the thres-
hold, astounded by the change she
had wrought in the hut. 'Looking
round his eyes caught the flowers she
had put on the table, and he took
thein up and smelt them, then put
thorn down and frowned at them
thoughtfully. Why had she taken the
trouble to turn out the hut, to alter
the arrangement so that he might
not be haunted by 'the memory of his
dead friend? Why had she put the
flowers therefar him? Something lit
a flee in -his eyes, then 'they grew
dull. She had taken off his 'ring. It
was •just°a woman's idea of pity
that 'had impelled her to tidy up
and arrange the hut. With a sigh he
Set down the bottle of flowers and
began to undress.
Nina carried the ebat to li'er hut,
and finding her neelileandtthread, lit
the ship's lamp. • tut she' paused,
with the coat in her lap, and turn-
ing up her sleeve looked at her arm.
The inalks of his fingers showed on
the white flesh. ' Sheheld her arm to
the dim light and looked at it with
a faint pensive smile„ Row strong
he was! His grasp had been like
that of a vice. She 'had felt that if
she hach moved her arm it would
break. 1 How 'strong he was, how
handsome, ,and yet how .gentle to
and'considerate of her! He was
treating her witth the chivalry of a
knight'erraitt. 'Yes, he Was good,
good! If +sho` lifid abet li m, -'pay in
London, under ordinary eircUmstan-
ces, and they had grown to know
each • other. 3n the usual. way, midst
all the surroundings of civilization,
perhaps he might—she might—they
might—
Tho color;r`dse"to her face. Whith-
er wore her foolish thoughts leading
her? With a' gesture of ]self-rebtrke
she took lip 'the Coat and mended the
worst rent the bushes and under-
growth had made in lt. She could
not do' much w`•liim;l but' at any
irate he should` not go about in a
?Gagged coat. i
' As the turned it over something
fell front the breast pocket. She
groped about on the ground and
presently carne pqn , a Basil, ». Ant
leather case. mem
Weed 'it e'Ver-
and over ceqriously, then ,put it on
the table. '.Whatever it Wee' it did'
pot conceriri ,her., 'It'mig'lit contain
bank notes, tetters -no; it was not
bulky enough for that; • It was just
simply a fiat case. "It haunted,
*ticked, fascinated her. She tried to
keep her eyes, lroln. it, ,to coneentratjter
her ata fn»O , i e" b
n l � h c at � ut " he
it n , b f z
thing seemed to, exercise a power
over r; • hod -tit -last, with a 'jgallp
of shltaxej.;tthe"spatdhed it up.
It was fastened by an ordinary
elaep, arid, phetising.it, it flew open
Slowly and tdi+ealed the portrait of a.
WolnOn. It *as a Colored miniature,
taed of so lovely a face, of such at-
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the hair t< k*ch -auburn, ' 'The mfeit
!4is bare, perfectly modelled and of
lithwiry ;whitenei�,l , ..
o t.dmiratfon at first; but suddenly
it Save place to—whalatt •' ;he blood
ass to Nine's face, her eyes darken -
cd and grew hard. bier bosom-�-ati
*bite, by the way, os that of the
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his pocket—over its Bear%!. 'Her own
heart grow cold, then burnt hotly,
She put the miniature close to the
lamp and studied it. There was some
writing at the bottom of it:
"To my dear Yaw.. Judith."
The words struck her like so many
strokes of a dagger. Her "dear
Vane." Here!
Who was she, this beautiful, per-
fectly beautiful woman?
With a sudden thrill of relief that
seemed to sot the blood running in
her veins again she thought that it
might he his sister. 'Then, cold as
ice once more, sho remembered that
he had said he had no sister.
Her hand closed spasmodically over
the portrait, and she rose in pas-
sionate indignation and resentment.
This portrait she had found in the
pocket of her husband's coat— Her
husband! Her husband! Ah, yes;
but herhus and in nameo only. He
had married her under compulsion;
he had fought, argued against the
marriage. No wonder, with the por-
trait of this beautiful woman on his
breast! Oh, what should she do,
what should she do?
'With a gesture of loathing and de-
spair she flung the miniature from
her and, sinking into the chair, bur-
ied her face—in his coat.
CHAPTER VII.
Nina lay awake all that night.
Wedded to a man who married her
against his will, and who carried the
portrait of another woman—and how
beautiful a woman—in his breast
pocket.
But Mannering slop soundly, rose a
little after the wondrous dawn and,
having got through his usual work,
went to the saloon. Nina was not
there and he saw that breakfast was
only laid for one. She came in as he
was pondering over this fact, came in
with a quick step and said, in a
natter -of -fact way:
"Good -morning. I have had my
breakfast"—she had not been able to
eat anything. "I had so many things
to do. Have you got everything you
want?"
"Yes, thanks," he said, absently.
Something in her tone, a coldness
and aloofness, struck him; and glanc-
ing at her he saw that she was pal-
er than usual and that her eyes were
dull.
"I hope you are not overworking
yourself," hesaad earnestly. "There
is really no need for it. We have
plenty of .time to do what is neces-
sary; and I could help you in ever
so many ways. For instance, for the
future you must let me bring the
water from the spring; the can is
heavy. And I will light the fire."
She laughed, but mirthlessly. "And
do the cooking, and lay the table,
and wash up the things; and I could
sit by with some fancy work and
watch you. Oh, no, I am not work-
ing too hard; 'if it were not for the
tvork I should—" "go mad," she
Was going to say;• but she stopped
short and smade a gesture of impa-
tience.
"I am going to set about that
boat," he said; "but I shall be back
to lunch."
"Oh,`; I've tied up your lunch for
you," 'the said, coldly, pointing to
tbg,,,rackag-
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"1 fiery ell," lir responded, almost
meekly. "Perhaps it will be latter; it
will save time."
'"Fiore is your coat," slut said,
inking it up and holding It out to
"Thank you," he said, simply, as
he put it on. lie slid not know that
her eyes were raised to his searching -
1Y, almost accusingly. "I'm afraid
you salt up late last night to mend
it. I saw the light in your hut. I'm
sorry. I'll be more careful in the fu-
ture, 'You look tired this morning,"
"I'm not in the least tired," she
retorted with a little snap in her
voice, usually so calm and low. "If
you do not want anything else—"
She went out and Mannering turn-
ed to his breakfast again; but her
coldness, her strangeness had spoiled
his appetite. What was the matter
with her? She had removed his ring
from her finger, was standoff-ish and
sharp with him.
With a sigh he pushed his plate
awayfrom him and shouldering ng hi
s
gun went off to the woods, Nina
watching him from her partly opened
door.
Mannering selected the biggest
tree, felled it and, scooping out a
length of the trunk, made a fairly
good canoe.
It was a tremendous day's work
and he regarded it with pardonable
pride; but he was too tired to haul
it down to the beach and he left it
reluctantly.
When he entered the saloon she
was standing by the table. Ho saw,
with a Sigh of relief,' that it was
laid for two. But she had on her old:
frock, and the bit of ribbon was ab-
sent from her neck; and she scarcely
lifted her long lashes as he wished
her "good evening."
g d c eii ng."
"I hope you're better," he said,
blundering like a man.
She bit her Hp impatiently.
"I have not been ill," she said
with ominous emphasis, as she pass-
ed him his plate.
"I've finished the boat," he said,
trying to speak as if he did not no-
tice her coolness.
She fixed her eyes on the plate.
"Why did the raft not do?" she
asked.
"Oh, it is not nearly as safe as a I
boat. I could not steer it or sail it
as well. I made the raft because"—he
hesitated and stammered—"there is
no immediate hurry now. Oh"—has-
tily—"this boat—it's only a canoe—
is ever so much better! I'm hoping
that we 811011 be able to reach one of
the inhabited islands; perhaps, if we
have' luck, tto mainland,"
Iter face grew set and her lips
came together straightly as if she
were bracing herself to an effort.
"And—and—if we do, Mr. Manner-
ing?" she said in a low voice, which
ualpitated with her agitation, "what
will you do? Will you tell the people
we meet that—that we are married?"
Mannering gazed at her blankly, as
if he were trying to see what was
passing in her mind.
'1-1 don't know; I haven't thought
of it," he stammered, his face flush-
ing. "What—what would you wish
naeto do?"
"I—I would rather you did not,"
she replied. "I—I want to make a—a
—bargain with you."
Yes?" he said, interrogatively.
She raised her eyes and looked him
steadily, bravely, in the face.
"I want to tell you that 1 know
how great a sacrifice you made in
mar—in doing what poor Mr. Flem-
ing wished."
"As to that—the sacrifice was
yours," he put in eagerly, earnestly;
hut she ignored his interruption and
went on:
"If we escape to England—and, olx,•
1 hope and trust we may!—I want
you to understand that—that the
marriage, what we have done—
hasn'tanye
m anin i ifle n
S A Ce •
K,
r
that we shall part as if—as if it had
not been done. I will give you my
word—I will swear it if you Wish it
—that I will never tell anyone of—of.
the ceremony , we wont through, nev-
er, as long as I live; and I need not
say that I will never—oh, never!—
make any claim on you."
Her voice broke and the tears burnt
in her eyes; but she drove them
ba'k and continued:
"And I went you to promise that
you Will tell no one—that you will
never make any claim on me."
Ire was silent •for a moment • or
two, his eyes bent on' his plate.
"I understand, and, of course, I
promise," he said in a 'low voice and
rather grimly. "I know how you
feel, at least I think I do, and 1
respect that feeling. It would be
very strange if T didn't dee the—the
way in which you regard our mar-
riage—"
"Was it a marriage?" she broke in,
abruptly. '4There; were, no'witnesses;
we were not in church—"
'!It doesn't matter,"'lie said, al-
most gently. "'What I have to do is
to study your wishes, to follow
them. All I ask is that—that while
we are together—"
He stopped and gazed at her earn-
estly.
"Well?" she asked, as he paused.
--"That you *•111 not treat me aa
if I Were an -enetny as if I had plane
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thus of hate. It was not my doing
that you nod X were left alone on
this desolate place, but the /x111; of
Providence—"
"1 Mots, 'knew!" o X nowt she broke in.
"X am not blaming you. but for
you I should not be alive at this
moment. Oh, X am grateful for an
you have :done for me; but, oh, don't
you sect how X am placed? I `want
you topremise that you will not—
not claim fine, if we escape, it we
reach England; that you will not
tell anyone that ---that We were mar,
vied."
"I promise," ho said, gravely.
"And r promise bit my side," she
responded, earnestly. "It Heaven.
should befriend us and help us to
get awayfr m thisdreadfuli
sland
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I will not tell eti''living
soul that—that poor Mr. Fleming
persuaded: us to be—married.
"Agreed!" said Mannering, grinsly
She drew 'a long breath of relief
and rose from the table.
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• r£ it fs firdavind' very' hurit, "" sire
remarked. "See how it shakes the
saloon! I—I am glaep we have agreed
so well, Mr. Mannering. I will go
now. You say we shall be able to
sail to -morrow?" 0
"Yes, to -morrow," he said, rising
as he spoke.
She wished hien good -night and
went out, and Mannering lit his pipe
and sat pondering, The vein of re-
flection which he struck was not a
flattering one. The girl he had mar-
ried was so indifferent—disliked him
so much, to put it plainly—that she
had bargained with him to conceal
their marriage. And he had consent-
ed. He drowsed over his pipe for half
an hour or so, then he roso and
made for his hut. But when he came
in sight of the spot where Nina's
het had stood, he stopped short
with his heart in hisnreuth, Thee hut
n'as no longer there and only a lit-
ter of poles and undergrowth re-
mained. •
Ticran, calling upon her name, and
found her lying on the ground, with
one of the heaviest poles across her
slim form.
With a Herculean effort lie dragged
the pole from off her and, raising
her in his arms, called upon her fran-
tically:
Nina, Nina! Are you killed—dead?
Nina!"
Iter eyes, upon which his frantic
gaze was fixed, did not open, but he
felt her shudder in his arms, and,
uecoesciously, he pressed her still
more closely to his breast.
"eina Miss Nina,a
are
hurt?"
he called, his lips close to her ears,
for the storm had risen again. "Oh,
speak to me! Try—try to speak to
me!"
She opened her eyes, and as a dash
of lightning lit up their violet
depths, a gasp of relief, of thanks-
giving, escaped his trembling lips.
"Oh, thank God! I --I thought you
had been killed. Are you—are you
hurt?"
She clung to him—still unconscious-
ly.
"I—I don't know!" she breathed
With . labored 'breath. "The—the hut
fell in as I entered— Oh—l—am . go-
ing! Hold me!"
He held her tightly to his breast,
and, not knowing What he was doing,
put his lips to hers.
It was a kiss—a kiss of infinite pity
rather than passion—but, weak and
distraught with fear as she was, Nina
was conscious' of it.
The blood burnt in her face for a
..foment, then left it pale and wan.
"I• •I ani all right,' she faltered,
struggling feebly to free herself from
his grasp. "I—I am more frightened
and faint than hurt."
"Ar•e you sure—are you sure?" he
demanded . hoarsely. "You do not
know yet, The beam may have faliea
en yon. Bost try to stand. Leah on
fine. Oh, poor girl, poor .girl! And it
was my fault --mine! I heard the
storm. X ought to have come With
yea to have seen that the hut was
safe."
As he spoke he pressed fret to hint
still more closely, and so great was
her weakness that she yielded to hie
embrace—for ft as
was rioth
ing less—
and, half unconscious as she was,
found a subtle pleasure, -Comfort, in
the yielding.
"I'll take you to the other hut,"
he said. "No, you can't walk. I must
carry you. Ah, let met"
She struggled faintly, feebly, but
he lifted her 1n his strong arms and
carried her into hie but and laid her
on his teed.
"Now rest there. Try .end sleep!"
he exhorted her in a low and gentle
voice. "Let me see if you are butt.
Where did the beam fall On yoti-•»
your arms, your chest?"
She shook het ,head • and feebly`
strove to put his bands front her.
"I don't think ;you are badly hurt.
It must have been the Shock, the
fright. 'Dell me, do you feel any
pain?"
"No, not" Site ssesped. The gentle.
eemmisserating touch of " his strong
hands was like an ttnadyno and hyp-
notized her. "I are in no pain; Y ant
nikt.tllil:;t;v 7i-44ou*il1 .aha t
lie rose at last, •bu•'t-"sii11 Wit ov-
er her, his face lined with anxiety.
"All my fault!" he muttered. "Let,
me put the pillow higher for you.,
Oh, God, if there were only a doc-
tor to see you! I don't know wbc-
ther you are hurt or not!"
"No, no, I'm not hart!" she gasped
onee more, but in so low, so feeble a
voice, that he bent low on his knees
to catch it. "Go—now."
He went at last, slowly, reluctant-
ly, and with a backward glance that.
held pity—and was it somethings
warmer?—in it.
The storm fell as suddenly as it.
had risen; and Mannering slowly and.
with immenao calm and patience re-
built Nina's hut. His heart was full
of pity for her—of something Warta-
er. of . which he was fly, Partly and
dimly conscious. He did not know
that he had kissed her, that his
words, his actions had been full of
love, of a man's love, for the wo-'•
man.
And Nina! She lay awake tossing
from side to side—on his bed. The
memory of the kiss burnt in her con-
scidusness. She had lain in his
arms; she had yielded herself t'o
him; she had, though he did not
know it, been glad of his embrace,
the touch of his lips.
Maiden shame burnt like a fire
within her bosom—a fierce, merciless -
fire. Had he known, guessed at, the
thrill of surrender that had run
through her at his embrace? Had he
known what his kiss meant to her?
Like a dash of lightning from the
rent skies she knew that she loved
hint. This man who had saved her
life at least twice—first from the sea
and secondly from the Lascar—who
had watched over her, guarded her,
provided for her life's daily needs,
was more to her than life itself—was
the being one means when one whis-
per "lover," And he was her hus-
band by the caprice or Fate—her hus-
band against his will.
Had he kissed her or did she ima-
gine it? If he did it made matters
ten thousand times worse, for he had
kissed her in pity, not in love. Not
in love, for did he not carry in his
breast the portrait of another wo-
man?
She rose, feverish and parched
with thirst; but above her physical
sUNering towered her mental, spirit- '-
nal
nal agony. She loved him and he—
The fair face of that other Woman
rose before her mockingly, taunting-
ly, and embittered, Poisoned the
glorious, wonderful dawn which rose
as a daily miracle upon the fairy
island.
As if impelled by the ,spirit of her
maidenly pride, which would not let
her rest, she went down towards the
beach. On her tray idle had to pass
the saloon, and, after a moment's
hesitation, She opened the doer and
looked in.
Mannering lav at full length be-
fore the fire, his head resting oft his
arm, on which was the blood of a•
wound Caused by one of the falling
beams. ' Mt fage was troubled, . his
breath Caine Short and painfully, Her
own grew labored and painful as she
bent over hiin, and her love for him
rt and ranver
• ed upin her lea d
Welled ad
so that t Wes hard for her not to
touch him, if with her finger txpteon-
ly, As it was, kid bent -so low that
her lips nearly touched his, and her
breath stirred his hair. But alas, and
alas! at that lnonaent he moved is
his sleep and she heard him niurnxur,
"Judith, .Tudithi'"
She rose its if somthing had fitunig
her, and in a tonflict of efnotions
'vent lona to the beaeit, It Was liigli:
tide and tits -Aft tugged of its inner-.
Mo. She gated at it thoughtfully,
then the eoior rose to her pale fate+
".
'v with and h+~r • eyesp;lo ed w an idea.
She knew that if she remaineto 0R
the isliind With him het lot•e Would
betray her. Why ,should site not got
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tie t Melte 08-•ot •esetipe. The proviiiiotilb•
whichMannering Jad.prepered , retro
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