Nell of Shorne Mills

The fly drew up at The Cottage, and Dick jumped out and opened the door

with his key, and purposely went straight into the house. As Drake

helped Nell out, she drew her hand away to gather up her dress, and went

quickly into the little hall, and he followed her.

Her heart beat fast and painfully. She felt as if she could not lift her

eyes; as if she were the guilty one. Would he--would he attempt to kiss

her? Oh, surely, surely not! He could not be so false. She held out her

hand.

"I am so sleepy," she said. "Good night!"

He looked at her as he held her hand, and at that moment the kiss which

Luce had taken burned like fire upon his lips. He shrank from touching

the pure lips of the girl he loved while the other woman's kiss still

lingered on his consciousness. It would be desecration.

"You are all right now--not faint?" he said; and there was a troubled

expression in his face and voice.

Nell thought she could read his mind, and knew the reason of his

hesitation. A few hours ago he would have lost no time in catching her

to his heart. But now--he loved her, no longer.

Her face went white, though she strove to keep the color in it.

"Yes, oh, yes!" she said. "I am only tired and--sleepy."

"Then I won't keep you," he said gravely. "Good night."

He had turned; but even as he turned, the longing in his heart grew too

fierce for restraint. He swung round suddenly and caught her to him, drew

her head upon his breast, and kissed her with passionate love--and

remorse.

Nell strove for strength to repulse him, to free herself from his arms;

but the strength would not come. For a moment she lay motionless, her

lips upturned to his, her eyes seeking his, with an expression in them

which haunted Drake for many a long year afterward.

"Nell," he said hoarsely, "I--I have something to tell you to-morrow.

I--I have to ask your forgiveness. I would tell you to-night, but--I

haven't courage. To-morrow!"

The words broke the spell. The flush of a hot, unbearable shame burned

in her veins and shone redly in her face. With an effort, she drew

herself from his arms and blindly escaped into the sitting room.

Drake raised his head and looked after her, biting his lip.

"Why not tell her to-night?" he asked himself. There was no guardian

angel to whisper, "The man who hesitates is lost!" and thinking, "Not

to-night; she is too tired--to-morrow!" he left the house.