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5 THE TWO WOOINGS.
rJ By Willis Hollowdeane.
"You are my affinity and in you
1 have found my soulmate, dear
est and fairest. Other men may
long for you, but to me you be
long by right of the call of the
soul. In some bygone age your
soul and mine were mated. Per
chance in Egypt's hoary land we
walked within the shadow of the
sphinx or wandered hand in hand
in the gardens the Babylonian
monarch built for his adored
queen long before the dawn of
Christianity. Phridgia ! Your
name alone proclaims you my
own. Philip and Phridgia ! Think,
my darling and my affinity !" The
man's voice was soft and low and
the young girl gazed spellbound
at him, drinking in every word.
How tame and lifeless were
George Damson's utterances.
"Phridgia, you know I like you
awfully, and I want you to marry
me as soon as I get my farm paid
for; won't you?"
She had promised then, six
months ago, and his little ring,
the color of her blue eyes, was on
her finger now, but that was be
fore she had met this wonderful
man, Philip Carrington, who was
staying in the neighborhood for a
"Romeo loved Juliet with a
mad, sweet passion that came to
maturity in a single night, yet he
knew nothing of love compared
to me," Philip Carrington went
on, and certainly if experience in
sundry love affairs of a more or
less discreditable character gives
knowledge, then Philip certainly
had th'e advantage of Romeo.' '1
"Men have willingly given up
their lives for love of women," the
soft, low voice went on, and love
ly little Phridgia sat staring into
the black eyes and absorbing the
poison. She was seventeen, he
thirty, so what chance had she
against his worldly knowledge?
There was nothing to restrain her
but the memory of her dead
mother and her promise to
George. To .her a promise was
Unfortunately, just at this crit-,
ical time George was away, and
her uncle, with whom she lived,
never noticed anything, and so
this child went daily into the
woods to. meet the fascinating
At first he spoke only in gener
alities, but day by day he grew
more personal until at last he
"When are you going to be
come my bride?"
The girl raised her startled
eyes. "Never," she said with
"Never? Then you have been
playing with my most sacred feel
ings. You have been making a
mock of me," he cried.
"No not that," Phridgia said
slowly. "I cannot marry you be
cause I have promised another."
"Do you love this other?"
She cast down her eyes and
thought of George poor, honest,
bluridering George, with his big,
brown hands aid clumsy clothes.
"Oh, no," she said almost bit-,
"Do you love me?" The man's
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