The All-Story, March 1914 — page 144: what you’re looking at

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THI SMOLDERING physical crisis that was seeking to rend him asunder. Betty read on. Romeo, evading his friends. has re- turned to a spot adjoining Capulet's garden, driven to Jittiet’s vicinity by his love. His friends, tracing him, find him, but decide in open council to leave him to his own devices. Rameo, scornful of their cynical observation, leaps the wall, exclaiming: He jests at scars that wound, Then Jithet appears above at a win- dow and Romeo pauses with a swift intake of the breath. never felt a But soft! what light through vonder window breaks? It is the east, and Julict is the sun— Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious 00n, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious: Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it: cast it off— As Betty paused for the fraction of asecond she heard a rustling sound be- side her and turned quickly. - Paul had risen and stood looking down on her with an expression ot such sweetiess that she scarcely knew him. . Suddenly he began to speak in a low voice—a voice Betty had heard but once before in her life—that March night on the King’s Road. And the words he ‘spoke were poetry—lines she had not yet read in the book that lay open on her lap. It is my lady; Oh, it is my love: Oh, that she knew she were— What of that? She speaks, yet she says nothing: Her eye discourses, J will answer it— Jam too bold, ‘tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in ‘all the heaven, Having some business, so entreat her eycs - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. The momentary uncanny feeling that had seized the girl died as it was born. (To be contianed ) PAST, 617 Paul's radiant face took possession of her eyes, his speech claimed her cars, and, entering them, sank down and wrapped her heart in a warm exquisite glow. That golden voice expressed all the lights and shades of extravagant pas- sion, and rang every subtle change in the register of. exquisite bliss. It seeined to her to become the voice of all the lovers of the world crying out in all the springs that had been and were still to be. What if her eyes were there, they im. her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp: her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think’ it were not night. see how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Betty felt startled, overwhelmed, powerless. Again, as in the afternoon, she felt the pool of yearning life within her stirred. The sweet. violent emotions of that whole day, rising, gathered into one mighty wave and leaped up within -her in supreme conmunand. Almost without volition she rose and moved toward him. Gone was any question regarding this strange mental phenomenon, gone were fear and shrinking. She only knew that she loved him, and that without his arms and his soul there was nothing for her in the world. She touched him and he stopped, lookiig down upon her out of won- drous, flaming eyes. Then, suddenly realizing her im- Minence, with one swift motion he drew her to him. She flung her arms about his neck and lifted her radiant face to his im- passioned kisses. “Oh, Betty, Betty whispered. at last!” he Comicdooks.€©