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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
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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
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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.
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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."
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"-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
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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
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