|Newspaper Title||Bowral Free Press and Berrima District Intelligencer (NSW : 1884 - 1901)|
|Trove Title||The Christmas Fairy|
' An old friond, sir?' said tho landlady, surveying suspicicously the tall, handsome, aristracratic-looking gontlehian who asked for Misa Evelyn. ' Sho told mo, alio didn't soo no 0110, olao I should'ut have taken her.'
' Sho -will seo mo, I nm suro,' said Lord Falconer, slipping n couple of sovereigns into the landlady's hand, ' I need not troublo you ;'let mo go up alono.'
The landlady looked at the money—
looked at tho donor aud smiled.
'.You'll excuse mo, sir,' sho said, apolo getically, " hut of course I couldn't know you really was an old friend. You'll go up to the second floor, sir, aud that's Miss Evelyn's sitting-room in tho front,'
And Bertie, gust then, was sitting by tho fire, with a play-book on her kneo, study ing tho words of tho part sho was to play in ? an extravagauaa shortly to be produced at Liverpool, and now and then sho sighed heavily ; it was so hard now to study, hor thoughts would wander away across tho seas to Leigh Falconer,
' Come in,' sho said, in answer to a knock at tho door, and without lifting her head
wont on soilo voce—
" And wo tlio genii of this fairy homo,
Ave ever pleased to welcome all who come." ;
Slowly tlio door opened, her eye caught tho movomont, sho looked up aud saw the living imago of her thoughts. With a smothered cry tho girl flung tho play-book from her and sprang to her feot, flinging' out her hands wildly; but ho gave no heed to the gosturo—no heed to tho torror of her voice—of hor oyos: he sprang forward and flung his arms round her, and looted hor to his breast, kissing her lips, her brow; her hair, over and over again : whilo she with broken sobs of passionato ioy, clung to him once more, forgetting everything but that ho loved hor; and.oh, his heart had never left hor—ho had- come back to her.
' My darling, my precious darling,' he whispered at last: ' I know you would be faithful to mo. Lift your face--let mo look into your eyes. Oh ! I have hungered till I grow mad with hunger to meet those dear oyes and hold you to my heavt. So !' as she raised her oyes to his with a look full of love, but still that latent fear in their depths; and they sank before his, and sho made a movement as if to free her self.
' No, Bortio,' he said, not suffering her;; ' wo are never goiug to part again. I have name back across seas to you, for I could not romain away. God knows how hard I strove, darling ; but it was all in vain. You must not send me away again, Bertio. I am pleading for my life and for yours.'
She did not answer. For a moment sho was dumb and motionless. Then sho lifted a hu'eless face to his.
' For tho Ioyo of Heaven,' 6he said, faintly lot me go ?'
Ho loosed his clasp ; tho girl staggered as she turned from, him, and ho strotched out his hand to support hor; but she war ned him back.
'No 1' sho said; 'don't touch mo,' aud laid her hand on tho mantol-pieco, leaning heavily upon it, her other hand, pressed tightly on her heart, as if to still its heavy throbs.
[to be continued.]