The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE

Waihi Daily Telegraph, Volume IV, Issue 1065, 12 August 1904, Page 4

The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE

Author ot " Tho Heiress of Glen Gowc CHAPTER IX. (Continued) " Thanks I my hoart's thanks for this, twotest lovolioat Christie!" he cricil. " My lifo shall bo dovotcil to but ono pur, pose now—that ot rewarding you for your priceless lovo." "Oh, Mr Primmiomi, your love is nil the towntd 1 hb]< I" slip said, in tho deep erneßt voice of ported trust. 11 Not Mr Drummond now, sweetest Christie, 1 am Willard lo you now and forover. Let inc always hour that name in ninsio from your lips, and earth has no highor boon in store for me," " But, oh I can you love me thus—rac, it poor, nameless girl, while you nro rich. distinguished and highly connected ? Oh, Willard will you not some day repent this choice—you who might win tho highest and fairest in tho land?" "Repent? Never I never I Perish my heirtilitovor admit of any lovo bci thino; palsied bo my arm if it oyer en. circles any form but this; accursed he my lips if they over perjure the words I havo spokon now; lost for ever bo my soul when it is falsa to tliecl" he cried with passionato vehemence, "Oh,Willard, dearest, hush! I do not not doubt you—lieavon forbid! I should dio if I thought you could ha false tome," ■' Speak not of death; it is not for such as yon, bright, beautiful Christie. And now only one thing is wanting to mako mo tho happiest of men," She lifted herr radiant luce with o look of earnest inquiry. '• Christie, ono little word from you, and ere tbo sun rises on another day my joy will bo eompieto- my cup of happiness will be filled to the brim. Still tho fame earnest, anxious gaze, " Doarest love, you will not refuse ? It will bo but a small matter to you, and will msko me supremely blessed," " And that?" she inquired wondering' Ingly. " Brightest Christie, bo my bride—my wifo I" ho oried, folding hpr closer in his arms and speaking in a thrilling whisper, Again the eloquent blood swept oyer her neck and bosom, but she did not reply. " You will not refuse mo, my Christie, this last greatest favour ? Comply now-to-day, forif the present opportunity passes it may nover occur again," "But how-how can wo be wedded hero ?" she said, shyly, " Christie, yonder lies a boat; it is throo hours to sunset; long beforo that time we oan re&oh Westport; thero wo can find a clergyman, and thoro yon can becomo my own for life I" " But it is soon—?o sudden,'' she tailored; "and Aunt Tom-she will nover consent,'' " She would not consent anyway, fairest Christie, She would say you wero too young—too far in social position beneath mo, She would not believe my intentions honourable, In short, dearest, sho would raise n thousaud objections, and the end would bo that wo would bo parted for ovor." "Oh ! Willard, it would not bo so bad as that; if you explained it all to her I think sho would consent. Aunt Tom is good and kind and loves me, and would do anything lo make mo happy," " That may bo, Christie; but that very love she has for you, and hor wish to make you happy would causo her to hesitate. For she would repeat the old, senseless saying' Marry in haste and repent ul leisure,' anil think iho best way to lunltt us happy would be to postpone our marriage for years to como." "But this sficrot marriage, it seem? wrong, sinful. If I could only toll Aunl Tom I" cried Christie, imploringly, " When the proper time comes, dearest love, sho shall know, and all the work shall behold my lieautitul bride. But until then you must havo confidence in mi and wait." '• But, oh 11 have such a presontimen of what may follow. Willard-sueh i cloud seems to enshroud this secret marriage that my very soull shrinks from it ii foar." " Christie," ho said, drawing back, tmc speaking in a deeply tone, "You do no love I" She raised her eyes, so full ot lovo am dovotion, but did not speak. No word/ could havo told snoii a tale of perfect, intense love as did that quick, oloquen glanco. " You do uot lovo mo I" ho went on, ii the same deeply hurt tone;" you have ni confidence in mo. I havo given you nn reasons, good and valid lo any ono elso but of no avail with you. If you cared fo me you would consent to wait with perfec trust in my lovo; but I sco you will no for me. Bo it so; ibere remains nothin| for mo to do but leavo you forever," "Oh, Willard I" was all she could say as hor voice was choked in tears, " I thought I hud found an artless loving, trusting girl," he wcnt.cn, will increased bittorness; " but I havo foum ono who will not yield in tho slightest ijti ltst sho compromise hersolf in tho oye of the world, who fears what it will sa; of her more than sho loves mo. Faro well, Christie I wo have met for the las tiino, Since you care for your mint nton than mo, I leavo you to her." Ho firoso coldly un:l haughtily to go, " Oh Willard do not leuvo me," was he passionato cry. " I will do anything yoi ask, only don't leave mo in imger." "Will you bo my wife?" " Yes." "To-night?"

BY MAY AGNES FLEMING

cv," "Tho Unseen Bridegroom," etc. I "Oh yes, to-night and forevO''!" "?!y own gentle lovo I" he whispered, "w. you go mid get ready, and re. turn to mo in a quarter of an hour ?" » But what shall I say to Aunt Tomhow account for my absence ?" " Leavo that to mo, dearest. In a few minutes I will follow you to the coitago, and ask her to let you lake a sail with mo on the river by moonlight; eho will not refuse mo," " Ab you will," said Christie, turning toward her homo, whilo Willard-lri-nmphant, exulting and dizzy with joydescended to the beach to prepare tho boat. To be continued,)