The Argosy, Vol. 84 No. 1 — page 180: what you’re looking at

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170 He flung her hand from him almost brutally. “Honest work!” he exclaimed in a ‘ harsh tone. ‘‘ Honest work for such as I! _A criminal for whom the police of three countries search. A man with a price upon his head! Yes there is honest work for me—in Sing Sing or Portland. Ah, little girl ’’—his voice became tender as a woman’s—“ it is impossible. Would to God you had,never come to me—never striven to serve me! It would have been better, after all, to let things take their course. Do not think me ungrateful— indeed I feel more than gratitude—I—” He rose abruptly without completing his sentence and stood staring moodily over the water. Ellen Lisle sat quite still, gazing, too, over the sunlit sea, until he turned to her. “We shall probably never meet again,” he said hurriedly, ‘‘ After we board the Benmore, presently, I shall not attempt te see you. It will be best so. Do not think that I shall ever forget. May you find happiness—and Ellen, it will be the first and last time—kiss me just this once.” =" THE ARGOSY. She raised her face to his, and he seized her in his arms. ‘““Once—just once,” he repeated. “Take me with you,” she breathed. Saville’s startled eyes burned into hers. ‘“You—you ask me this—you would give yourself to me!” Then he strove to put her from him, but she clung the more tightly. “Take me,” she repeated simply. “And you would be my wife—would share my perils—my shame! Would let me drag you down into the depths!” ““No—no! I would raise you to the heights,” she replied passionately. ‘“ To hope and to Heaven. I would save you from yourself. But whether I succeed or fail I am yours — yours — yours, to the end.” Beneath them the milk-warm waves lapped lazily, and a lizard ran across the rock in the hot sunshine. Over all was silence and the immensity of sea and sky, with the sun pendant above, as though one great eye were watching. Saville drew a deep breath. “ Be it so,” said he, his lips on hers. ‘And God help us both.” THE END. Babes er] AST summer there was a piece in the New York newspapers sayin’ that August fourteenth was the coldest day known in them parts for forty-six years. [jpoadway s Ben Duncan Now that just goes to show you how little that weather man knows. The tem- perature took a mighty big drop only a short spell before, right in the middle of the season for ice-cream cones, Coney ECOPMICLOOKS (S@)