The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE EQUINOX “ God! God ! why must we part? It’s my fool vanity that makes mewant the martyrdom. And all the time I only want your" “ But you’re not only Edgar Rolles.” “ And when I return, be more than Ida Pendragon. Keep a stout heart, wench ! " So, with a thousand tears and kisses, they parted She would not come to see him off; her self-command was weakened alike by her new love and by the terrible ordeal that she had undergone, Her mind remembered nothing of it— such is the merciful order of things ; but her soul, beaten with rods, was sore. So Edgar Rolles went to England to his martyrdom, with a lock of her hair in his pocket-book; and he turned martyr— dom to battle, and battle to victory. Kingdoms have been won for an eyelash, before now. 134