The estranged lovers, both pale as ashes, bowed to each other like strangers, without a sign that they had met before to-night.
[CHAPTER L.]
"LOVE MAKES FOOLS OF US ALL!"
"How lovely she looked as she stood
In a robe of pink gossamer dressed,
Her curls waving in the night air,
And the jessamine flowers on her breast.
Those dark eyes, so tender and sweet,
That red mouth so temptingly small,
Those bright, perfumed ringlets—heigho!
What fools such things make of us all!"
May Agnes Fleming.
Geraldine watched the meeting between the estranged lovers with a knowing little smile.
Their sudden pallor and emotion, even the constraint of their meeting, assured her that love was not dead in their hearts.
The ashes still smoldered, and needed but a breath to blow them into flame again.
Geraldine loved Cissy so dearly that she longed to help the girl to happiness again, and she determined to leave nothing undone to reconcile her to her lover.