. The southerner : a romance of the real Lincoln . nspectorsoffice watched her every act and every movement ofher body. Ned stared at her. His heart beat with mad was going to play his sisters part! He wouldtake her in his arms for the first time and feel the beatof her heart against his and their lips would meet. Helaughed at death as he looked into her eyes with thehunger of eternity gleaming in his own. There could be no hesitation on her part. She threw both arms around his neck crying: Brave, foolish boy! He held her close, crushed her with one mad impulse,and slowly relaxed his a
. The southerner : a romance of the real Lincoln . nspectorsoffice watched her every act and every movement ofher body. Ned stared at her. His heart beat with mad was going to play his sisters part! He wouldtake her in his arms for the first time and feel the beatof her heart against his and their lips would meet. Helaughed at death as he looked into her eyes with thehunger of eternity gleaming in his own. There could be no hesitation on her part. She threw both arms around his neck crying: Brave, foolish boy! He held her close, crushed her with one mad impulse,and slowly relaxed his arms. She would forgive himfor this moment of delirium on the brink of the grave,but he must be reasonable. I am ready to die, now, dearest, he murmured. She slowly lifted her lips to his in a long kiss—a kiss that thrilled body and soul—and pressed intohis mouth a tiny piece of tissue paper. She stood holding both his hands for a moment andhesitated, glancing at the guard from the corner ofher eye. He was watching with steady stolid busi- 316. Youre a brave man, Ned Vaughan. THE REBEL ness-like stare. She must play her part to the endcarefully and boldly. Ive only this moment just to say good-bye, Boy,she faltered. I promised not to stay long. Slowlyher arms stole round his neck, and the blood rushedto his face in scarlet waves. Love has made death glorious, dearest, he breathedtenderly. God bless you for coming, for all you havedone for me, and for all this holy hour means to mysoul—jon understand. The tears were streaming down her cheeks plan might fail after all—the gallows was therein the jail yard lifting its stark arms in the loweringsky. She pressed his hands hysterically: Yes, yes, I understand. She turned and hurried to the guard: Take me out quickly. Im going to faint. I cantendure it. The guard caught her arm, supporting her as shemade her way to the street. In fifteen minutes she had returned to the dress-makers and from there called another carriage
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