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Meantime Io wanted to rest and think. Time enough for that was to be hers, it appeared. Her first night as a guest had been spent in a semi-enclosed porch, to which every breeze wafted the spicy and restful balm of the wet pines. Io's hot brain cooled itself in that peace.
"Now we can see our way," said Banneker, the practical. He studied the few rods of sleek, foamless water between him and the farther bank, and, going to the steel boat which Mindle had brought to the place on the hand car, took brief inventory of its small cargo. Satisfied, he turned to load in Io's few belongings. He shipped the oars.
Yes; such would be Io's idea of playing the game. He could not force it. He must argue with her, if at all, on the plea of expediency. And to her forthright and uncompromising fearlessness, expediency was in itself the poorest of expedients. At the last, there was her love for him to appeal to. But would Io love where she could not trust?... He turned from that thought.
"It was the first word I heard from my father this morning and the last when I left him even now: 'Io's father hath failed her through sickness, so do thou look after the Lady Senci and the gods give thee grace for once to do a thing well!" The lady smiled and patted his arm. "He did not fear; he knew whom he chose.
When the three reconvened in Io's drawing-room the traveler was prepared for an indefinite stay. "If her condition is critical I'll wire for you," promised lo. "Otherwise you mustn't come." With that he must make shift to be content; that and a swift clasp of her arms, a clinging pressure of her lips, and her soft "Good-bye. Oh, good-bye!
"If I controlled the news columns of the paper, I'd make another Sippiac Mills story of this." No sooner had he said it than he foresaw to what reply he had inevitably laid himself open. It came from Io's lips. "You control the editorial column, Ban." "It's a subject to be handled in the news, not the editorials," he said hastily. The silence that fell was presently relieved by Edmonds.
And of course you needn't enlist for the whole six months if that is too long. Dad has let me have the yacht. There'll only be a dozen. Io's going along." Banneker shot one startled, incredulous look at Io Eyre, and instantly commanded himself, to the point of controlling his voice to gayety as he replied: "And who would tell the new mayor how he should run the city, if I deserted him?
I haven't written. How could I explain? What was there to say? But I ought to have said something. Oh, Miss Van Arsdale, why didn't I write!" "But you did intend to go on and face him and have it out. You told me that." A faint tinge of color relieved the white rigidity of Io's face. "Yes," she agreed. "I did mean it. Now it's too late and I'm disgraced." "Don't be melodramatic.
The last thing to go into the stove, 67 S 4230, was a lock of hair, once glossy, but now stiffened and stained a dull brown, which he had cut from the wound on Io's head that first, strange night of theirs, the stain of her blood that had beaten in her heart, and given life to the sure, sweet motion of her limbs, and flushed in her cheeks, and pulsed in the warm lips that she had pressed to his Why could they not have died together on their dissolving island, with the night about them, and their last, failing sentience for each other!
To her indignant escort she declared that it couldn't have hurt them to wait a jiffy; that she had had a most amusing conversation; that Mr. "But he's Io's passion-in-the-desert right enough," said the irreverent Miss Forbes. Banneker sat long over his cooling coffee.
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