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Not. ii irl.nno.OOO, but si few ¥10° Apply to K, Uuiiek, liouln No. J. Guliek feolomon block' Denison. Iowa, FOR SALE Several rhoic •e Improved farms, elose to school and market. Call on or address K. Uuiiek. the leading.real estate agent. Denison, ia. FOR SALE Choice resident properties and unimproved town lots on easy terms, to 15. Uuiiek, real estate and loan u^ent. Demsen, luwa. The Denison Decor.dor, Satisfaction guaranteed. RANDALL, rTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTT7 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTH The Denison Decorator. •i ?3' entreaties sooar wero unheeded. "I want to bo alone," she said, push ing the girl away. "Come back by and by." She sat In the empty room, watching the fire sink lower. She was groping in the dark for an understanding of her own heart and the reasons which had made her refuse to bo David Temple's wife. Sho had loved him the night he had sat in this same room and told her of Olga. She had continued to love him miserably, with passion, and had strug gled to forget him through conflicts of regret In the days when peace had oome to her ho had still seemed the most important and dearest in the world. She had many times thought of him so during the year spent in the same house with him. Why, then, when he had spoken the words she had believed would hold tho richest harmony in her life, had they meant none of these dear things? Why had they not been acceptable? She had outlived her lovo for David Templo without having become aware of the change in herself. She had not even pitied him acutely, as women do pity what they must hurt. Was ho hurt very much? He had born very sure of her. With line, convincing intuition sho had felt the confidence un derlying his caressing words, had di vined it in his calm eyes. He missed her, that was true enough needed her for the simplest and most sensible rea sons. He was i'ond of her. Sho had his admiration, confidence, respect. Fro::i habit sho. had become necessary to liim. His silent house required a mistress, his life a companion. But the lovo which comes to curse or bless a life and which is all of life was not there. Even the osaltution of the senses, misquoted love, "hkn&w—I know nil now! My dear, dear, cLcwr!" which he had felt for Olga, was absent. Thero was no illusion, no pain, no ro mance in David's ailection for her. It was quiet, well balanced, wholesome. She knew sho was tho passionless choice of liis calm, wise monvnts. Nora camo in, a muddy letter in her hand. "Tho fool of a postman, to save cool ing his feet, put this under tho mat in stead of ringing the bell. It's a sorry looking letter it is now," and Nora dried it on her apron before putting it in Anne's outstretched hand. It was from Donald. Her eyes bright ened as sho took it quickly and drew the rustling pages from tho envelope. She read: DEAREST ANNE—It's very quiet where 1 sit tonight writing to you. Tho eh art twilight has disappeurcd. into a dark blue night, tho southern cross is In tho elty, nnd tho fow other stars arc bigger 8nd brighter than tho many at home. How far away you are from me! Somehow I never felt so alono In tho wilder ness as I do tonight. A longing to see yon eats at my heart. There Is no voice in the world aa sweet UB yours. I Jove your eyes, the way your lipa look when you laugh. Oh, Anne, Anne, if I could see you nowl These fancies are wild, you will think may be. Oh, but I do love you sol A nigger some where in the darkness outside Is playing a pas sionate tune 011 a tin flute, and tho savago notes go through me, racking mo with a mis erable sort of happiness, they av so liko tho ache feel to seo you, to touch you I I'vu worked very faithfully. The men I'm thrown with, Armltage and Morgan, are bully good fellows and, like mo, are hoping and toil ing for prosperity under another t-ky as tiie reward. I liko them both immensely, and I think they like me pretty well. I wish you could seo your two books. You'd hardly know them, they aro so thumbed. I almost know them by heart. There's bright future for you, Anno, dear. Oh, I hopo you'll have all your dreams realized, every one! But there's bitterness in tho thought for me. I seo more and more how much I aspire to in loving you, how mad tho dream that maybe— Hut I can't go on. Motliing can alter tho fact that I do love you, and, though you go quito out of my life and marry and aro happy without .^.v.-v* :.-,v• ...•- 4^' •'A -':'.?... of "The Kiss of Gotd'The Other ffbust*? tf/c, etc. have just for 0110 thought of mc, I must still lovo you. Kothing can alter that. Oh, I wonder will you ever lovo me? Will 1 ever lie ablo to go to you and ask you that': Will I dare? What you've been to me! Only today as I stood watching the negroes among the coffee shrubs I thought of the night in the mines when we sat with our hands clasped in tho blackness and I talked to you of my wretched self as I'd never spokon to any living being and the nu-ht. when Joe died and 1 tried to tell you all that was in my heart. 1 Jo you remember it as 1 1I0V 1 kissed your hair that night. You didn't know it. Afterward, when you laid your cheek against my arm, your beautiful face so white, and whispered, "I'll remember, Donald," I thought my heart would burst with pain and joy. Oh, how I wi.-li could have my life to livo over again and be at this moment tiie man God had meant me to be, not full of bitter memories, still half airaid after fighting tho habits of years! If away back ill the past when I was little eliap 1 could have known that ono day I'd meet you, love you, need you so, how little all that was miserable would have seemed—only a time of darkness to bo lived through pomehow with happiness awaiting me at the end! These are thoughts which haunt mo all thu time, though I've little enough tune to think 1 ^here's so :ir.ch to -0 I've •.•r,.iw ..verv 1.1 i. "T' "liT YUKV:- .• ^-''V .-. A'.: .. •fe,X-r BTU so quiet nero" Mnfght, find you very far away, nnd I do cravo with physical pain for one sight of you, and tho nigger's melody has fired my blood, and a queer bird outside my window utters now and then a soft good nlglit note as sad as death. Oh, to you beside me in this little room a moment, to bless it for all the days to come with tho magic of your smile I 1 lovu your dearly, Anno need you more. I supposo you are very mech at homo again in your old rooms. I can fancy the year you spent in Waverly placo was doadly dull, al though you wouldn't say so, You eay David has bought tho old mansion from tho doctor and regularly settled down there. 1 wonder why ho does this unless he intends to remain or marry again. Do you know I feel sorry for David? Yet 1 don't think it would please him to think any ono felt pity for him. I used to think in tho dark days before you camo to me it would bo tho sweetest moment in my life to see him in Bome position where 1 could pity him. Ho used to antagonize and attract mo in the on« hour. But that's past and done with. There's not a tingo of envy in my feeling for him now. Bince his wife's death he's written to mo very seldom. Do you think lie loved her very much? Docs ho make you his confidant now as ho used to do You and he were great chums onco. I hated him then. And once—shall I tell you?—I thought that maybe he might lovo you and win you. If lie had, I think I'd have gono mad with grief. David's had everything all his lifo and had it before my longing eyes. But if you'd loved him, Anne, I would have suffered pungs too intolerable to think of with out agony. I can lose you to another man and bear my disappointment as well as 1 can. But to David Temple—I can't bear to think ot it. It would seem too wretchedly consistent with all that's frone before. But you're not goii:.^ to marry him, so I'll stop tormenting myself this way. How long will it be l.eforc I seo you Oh, 1 do want to see you! I h:\ve succeeded model* ately, have paid David his loan and made soir.o money besides. One year more of this and I'll be able to go home. Home! One year! And then? Well, you know all I dream of. Vou are everything to inc. You seem near tome some days. I wonder if your thoughts stray to me now anil then and 1 feel them. Oh, do think of me and as tenderly as you can! Do you understand how 1 love you Do you know what you are to me? 1 cannot write more. Good night. DONALD. The letter slipped from Aumi's fingers and lay a small, white patch against tho whiter hem of her gown. Sho thrust her hands out invitingly. Her eyes had the look of a child's in the dark wait ing for the coming of the light. The breath camo and v,*ent unevenly through her parted lips. A happy smile broke over her face. She picked the letter up and prpssrd it to her lips several times before she spoke to it, as if to ono who listened: "I know—I know all now I Uy dear, dear, dear!" CHAPTER XXIII. A man on horseback appeared at (V head of the road leading from one i.f tho cup shaped hills to the faxenda Ri cardo in S. Paula do Muriahe, in province of Rio Janeiro. Ho wore a short, white coat and nankeen trouse:\ A blue scarf, loosely knotted, showed a few inches of darkly tanned throat. A wide leafed straw hat, evidently of Erazilian manufacture, was pulled over his eyes. Even in shadow the eyes wero unmistakably Donald Sefain's. He pulled in his horse and remained lost in a study of the seeno, while tho sunlight of a Brazilian January bathed him in an intense flood. On every hand as far as the eye could seo tho land was prostrate under the stare of a pitiless sky. There was no shadow near him save that of his horse and his own broad hatted figure. Half way down tho hill one bushy headed palm and the prongs of some cacti lay patterned sharply on tho bare and daz zling earth. Below, in tho middle dis tance, ho saw the fazenda, the ugly fac tory, the unsheltered square and cluster of outbuildings. Behind him lay tho waving line of hills on which the coffee shrubs flourished and from which the soft, monotonous chant and quavering of the negroes came to him. This scene made his life—the coffee bearing hills, tho unsheltered road lying between them. CJgly, arid, lonely, wero the words that rose in his mind as ho paused there. Tho very truth and force of the artist in him mado his heart riso in hot rovolt. Hatred and longing wero in his steady gaze. In a few moments anothor rider camo out of tho plantation and drew up be side him. Ho was a big, fair haired man, his light blue eyes a strange anom aly in his Benna brown face. When he spoke, his broad, musical accent con jured a vision of English fields on a spring morning instead of tho hot, slothful land blazing around him. "Waiting for me, Sefain?" "No, I was thinking. I knew you'd follow." Tho Englishman looked at him, hesi tated and at length spoke: "Sefain, you're making a hard fight here, aren't you?" He asked tho ques tion abruptly as they moved 011 at a crawling pace. "Why?" and Donald's uncommuni cative soul, aroused to interest, looked for a moment speculatively from his brilliant eye. "Oh, 1 can seo its You hold your tonguo bettor than any man I'vo ever mot, and I'vo knocked about a bit in this contrary world. But I know you are simply sickening for a sight of homo —and some woman.'' The words .sent a dark Mush up Don ald's cheek and his silence was cold. "l^ict. But don't suppose I'm trying to force your confidence, my boy." He laid his hand on Donald's wrist. "1 speak this way, because—well, becauso I'm deucod sorry for you"— "You're wasting your pity then. What the devil do yon mean? One would think I'd been playing tho part of a sentimental fool." •JigS' "-nom on, mi anngo. Liet not 'the Inglez' quarrel and set a bad example to these brown beggars here," and an im perturbable smile distended Armitago's full cheeks. "I haven't finished. I'm sorry, and I'm envious at tho same time. God 1 To be not yet 80 and in love. To know the world—only in ono pair of eyes and comprehend heaven in the touch of five slim fingers. What would not I give to feel this, tell myself fond ly I was a fool and be glad I was I Hug your misery, my boy. Be such a fool. Some day, maybe, when you're like me and not a living thing is really neces sary to you, when you know only tho sleek and deadly level of practical self content, you'll remember and wish the longings which tear you now could come again and hurt you. That man only is blest whose happiness depends upon another human being." Donald looked at him in amazement. He had never heard words liko theso from Armitage. They touched him too. Over his lean, brown face a dreaminess stole, and just as they crossed tho fan like shadow of the solitary palm upon the roadway he moved his companion's hand from his wrist and gripped it. "Armitage," he said, roused for the moment out of his self reserve, "I al most wish, then, you could love a wom an as miserably, as passionately, per haps as hopelessly, as I do. She is the desire of my lifo and its greatest good." "I knew it. The signs never fail. And now I want to talk to you. We might as well hero as at tho fazenda. Why don't you sell out to mo or to Morgan, take what you've made and go home?'' "Home?" echoed Donald, unablo to repress the note of hopo and yearning in his voice at sound of that sweet word. "Why?" "Do you think this"—with a con temptuous gesture toward the group of low, tiled roof buildings and the liaro land—"pays for tho pain in the heart? As for the money you make, it's not much the straggle. The days are gono when big fortunes were made in coffee planting. It doesn't matter much whether my bones eventually lie under this sun or Korea's, and it's ihe same with Morgan. But yovt—well, there's a woman you love far away from this wilderness. For God's sake, seize your happiness, sell out and go to her." "I won't," said Donald quietly. "I've a task to accomplish. "Other than tho averaging of a profit of 8 shillings and tuppencu on a bag cf 60 kilograms?" "Other than that. I am content with theso medium profits. I camo here not only to conquer or at least disarm for tune, but to conquer myself. I'll stay the time I intended." They rode on silently. An old ncgres3 with a child on her hip stopped in the middle of tho road, her palm outstretch ed, and, following a curious custom, cried in Spanish: "Bless me!" "God bless you I" said Armitage, and Bho went on. A cart drawn by goats and filled with firewood passed them. Blue]: vultures as motionless as if fashioned, in basalt looked down from tho stut:: of a dead treo a.s they ueared tho fazenda. Close by the details of the placo were even nioro unlovely than tho misty whole seen from the hilltop. Cattlo grazed loose under the charge of an aged negro squatting in the sun and slum bering with his almost fleshless faco against his knee. The gates through which the two men passed were, liko everything else about tho place, con structed to do what was required of them with tho least possible exertion, and having been swung back as if un der protest when tho horses wero pushed against them they returned only half way with a screech eloquent of rusty hinges and stuck fast in a tuft cf weeds. A largo family of cats too attenuated to frolic strolled languidly around the paved square or sat winking their half blind eyes in the glare. From some of the whito laborers' cottages camo tho smell of pork and frying bread. Over it all tho sun flamed hard. Donald and Armitage alighted at tho factory, and from this camo tho low crooning, the murmur of mixed song, heard wherever tho negro works. "I'm dead for a siesta. My clothes seem weighted with stones," said Armi tage, yawning. "I was up before tho sun this morning—long beforo it. So wero ym," ho broke off suddenly, "and, by George, you look dead beat. You'd better go a little easier. Do a.s 1 do, Sefain. After your coffee lie down. "I'm going to," said'Donald list lessly. "Yes, but sleep. Don't lie and think. Why don't you go now and let Tomas fetch yonr cofftse at once? It'salmost 3. "After I see Seraphino and find out what that rascal of an agent at the rail way had to say in answer to my com plaint. Must we keep trusting his hon esty in weighing the sacks? I'd as soon trust the deviL "Ah, what can we do? That's the leakage through which our profits drip. But becauso time and exertion aro as valuable as money in this enervating plague spot wo must trust as we go and bo cheated from tho moment we leavo the sacks at tho station to the moment they are shipped in Rio. Don't let 1110 think of it. Tho helplessness of it drives mo frantic. It's too hot to object even to boing fleeced," and Armitago swung 1 across to Morgan's house, whero he know pork and plantains wero waiting for him. I Half an hour later Donald, with hands in trousers pockets and hat tilted lazily over eyes that seemed asleep, went down tho stono square to tho end farthest from tho factory and paused beforo a small liouso exactly liko the others save that it stood apart, a palm within a few feet throwing a top heavy shadow across its whito facade. Home—that silent, shaded little bouse of four small rooms whero no fa miliar faco ever welcomed him and no voice but his own or his servant's vi brated on the sleepy air. As Donald looked upon it now tho quiet place $sP.-W'v .:r-'' ••:-. .'.' seemea to teoi tne aissatisraction rising from his tormented heart and to meet it with almost servilo protest. He had done what ho could to make the house habitable. It was oven a pret ty house when compared with tho bare hideousncss with which Armitago and Morgan were content. The laced bam boo flaps on tho windows mado the placo swim in gloom as restful after the sun light as the feeling of a cool hand on tho brow. Thero was matting on tho floor, a hammock swung in a corner, somo sketches of his own wero upon tho walls, some books 011 tho mantelshelf. Chief among the books were Anne's and just abovo them hung a small, unfram ed pastel he had made, showing her faco with the expression he loved best, tho eyes glancing sideways, half question ing, tender. He dropped tho big manilla hat to tho floor, sank into a cane chair and stretch ed his body out in a way expressive of unspeakablo weariness. Now that his forehead was bared, the sun's strength was seen in tho pallor of the skin just below tho hair, making a division as sharp as a saber cut. Armitage was right he was used up and needed a rest. His hand sought some cigars upon a small table and then slipped back. It would bo better not to smoke until Tomas had brought his cof fee, Tomas of the many lies, tho sickly sweet smile and tho coral tipped pend ants in objectionable ears. All sorts of thoughts and half thoughts floated through his mind, the heaviness of tho day, the knavery of the Portuguese agent on tho Dom Pedro II railway, the wish to make money fast er, tho surprising words Armitage had spoken on the road, and always, no matter what his surface thought, tho fierce and living consciousness of Anne underlying all, the ungovernable long ings ho had let speak in that last letter to licr, the craving for her answer, tho constantly recurring waves of homesick ness checked by returning determina tions to be strong to tho end. Ono more year of work, and he would have tested himself enough and mado enough money to po back to Sew York. He Haw the town plainly aiid with an unappeasable longing. Thero wero The Citizen offices, tho panorama of spar kliug bay and clotted smoko against a: copper sky seen from its western win-:ix .'lows, the brisk crowds on Broadway, snow, furs and violets, but most of all vi Anne's irums, ihv tirei:g!:t clasping hiiT p:: as in a confidence, uud perhaps cold, sweet rain washing a wi: uv punt iipon tho window ill—cold, cold, sweet rain, not the sticky mist and windless show ers falling at intervals in tliis hot sea son. Ho longed to feel its riot and chill against his face and hear tho ring of the stono pavements under his tread or to hurry through miles of frosty sunlight to Anne's side— Tomas entered with tho coffee and a .' dish of peppered chicken, but midway across tho room ho paused and lot his melancholy eyes rest njion his master. He was asleep, his head fallen back and:^/ exhaustion marking tho features. Sleep was better for him than peppered chick en, Tomas reasoned, and remained can- i:.v sideratcly quiet, his gazo as melancholy but moro watchful as ho lifted a pieco of the meat to his lips with his fingers and rhythmically licked their brown'' tips. It was indeed well for his master to slumber on, and if ho took another piece there would still bo enough. \-3-' Beforo ho could materialize tho thought voices outside surprised him. Ho hurried to tho door and met the Spanish housekeeper of Senor Morgan*Jr about to enter. At a littlo distanoe be hind her he saw a small group of pco pie, two strango women, evidently "In glez, and with them Senor Armitage. At the entrance to tho court stood an ox cart in which tuo visitors must havo come from thu station. The heavy beasts were rubbing their noses together, mov-: ing the iron bells upon their collars and sending a lonely clang through the sun light. She stood ilh I wisely claspcd handy and XnuUfd drum at Donald. "'•Motlier ol' God, tho senor will be surprised!" Morgan's housolceeper was saying in shrill tones, swaying from hip to hip in her excitoment. "Ho will shout and throw his hat into tho air for joy when ho knows. Ah, you will all seel Aye, it is wonderful. Out of tho way, stupid pig!" to Tomas. "I am to toll the senor that his lovo has come to him over thousands of miles." "Tho senor sleeps as if tho sun had touched him," interposed Tomas with a glance of murder, for ho hated tho housekeeper, who annoyed his reveries by talking too much and knew so well how to take precise aim when she threw broken crockery tit him. "I would not rouse him for tho chicken eyen"— "Because, beast, you wanted to eat it yourself! This is moro important than food. Let me in!" Armitage pulled her back and mo tioned Tomas aside. "Go away, both of you!" ho said in a whisper of command. He turned to one of tho strangers. She was young, dark eyed, a little too whito and slender for his idea of beanly and with marks of travel weariness on I' •v'| VK: -'4:1 1 '-V3 1 i: •i.V. 1 3 9'' I® i-.-"1 Bv-1 •m 1: mm.