He halted to listen; he looked long and steadily into the darkness
around him. Suddenly he saw her--a pale blur in the dusk.
"Eileen?"
"Is it you, Philip?"
She stood waiting as he came up through the purple gloom of the
moorland, the stars' brilliancy silvering her--waiting--yielding in
pallid silence to his arms, crushed in them, looking into his eyes,
dumb, wordless.
Then slowly the pale sacrament changed as the wild-rose tint crept into
her face; her arms clung to his shoulders, higher, tightened around his
neck. And from her lips she gave into his keeping soul and body,
guiltless as God gave it, to have and to hold beyond such incidents as
death and the eternity that no man clings to save in the arms of such as
she.
THE END
THE LEADING NOVEL OF TODAY.
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The Fighting Chance.
By ROBERT W. CHAMBERS. Illustrated by A.B. Wenzell. 12mo. Ornamental
Cloth, $1.50.
In "The Fighting Chance" Mr. Chambers has taken for his hero, a young
fellow who has inherited with his wealth a craving for liquor.
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