Nell of Shorne Mills

He took her face in his hands and turned it up to him, but paused as her

lips nearly met his.

"Do you? Why, don't you know, dearest?" he asked tenderly.

"Yes, ah! yes, I do," she said, and the tears sprang to her eyes as

their lips met. "It was because I loved you that I was so sorry when you

went; that every hour and day was a misery to me, and seemed to hang

like lead; it was because I loved you that I could not think of anything

else, and--and all the world became black and dark, and--and--I hated to

be alive. It was because--because of that, was it not?"

He answered with the lover's mute language.

"And--and you love me! It seems so wonderful!" she murmured, looking at

him with her eyes, now deep as violets and dewy with her tears. "So

wonderful! Why--why do you?"

He laughed--the laugh that for the first time in his life had left his

lips.

"Have you no looking-glass in your room, Nell?" he asked. "You beautiful

angel! But not only because you are the loveliest----"

She put her hand to his lips, her face crimson; but he kissed it and

laid it against his cheek.

--"You are not only the loveliest woman I know, but the sweetest, Nell,"

he said. "No man could help loving you."

"How foolish!" she breathed; but, ah! the joy, the innocent pride that

shone in her eyes! "You must have met, known, hundreds of beautiful

women. I never thought that I--that any one could care for me----"

"Because there's not a spark of vanity in my Nell, thank God!" he said.

"See here, dearest, you speak of other women--it is because you are

unlike any other woman I have ever known--thank God again!--because you

are so. Ah, Nell! it's easier to love you than to tell you why. All I

know is that I'm the happiest man on earth; that I don't deserve----"

His voice grew grave and his face clouded. "The best of us doesn't

deserve the love of the worst woman; and I, who have got the sweetest,

the dearest----Ah, Nell! if you knew how bad a bargain you have made!"

She laid her face against his hand, and her lips touched it with a kiss,

and she laughed softly, as one laughs for mere joy which pants for

adequate expression.

"I am satisfied--ah, yes! I am satisfied!" she whispered. "It is you who

have made the bad bargain--an ignorant girl--just a girl! Why, Dick will

laugh at you! And mamma will think you are too foolish for words."