The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-02-27

she frightened up, got quite rosy,
aad went about With q younger fand
happier air than had ever noticed in
her. Thought her rather hard-hearted
and unfeeling, but couldn't help liking
her all the ssme. It is not easy to dis
like beautiful woman who is persist
emily kind and gracious to you, and
meets even your surliness-and was
rather surley to her for little while
with extra sweetness and gentleness.
One would almost have thought that
she liked me the better for being angry
with her. $3.50 + =
1t was very pleasant seeing Mallam
again, though I thought him looking
ill and aged, and did not like the idea
of his going off to India. You see I
loved the fellow, and it seemed like los
ing him tor good. Besides, though he
the lightness Of man who, having lost
very thing has nothing more to rick.
We were out walking on the following
day, strolling about arm in-arm for a
last look, as Hugh said, at the dear old
place, when we met the Prior. He and
his vile were just going off for a little
tour on the Continent, and nothing would
| satisfy him but that We should walk
round to Worcester with him and see her.
Indeed, he was so cordial and pleasant
to Mallam-having heard of his ap-
preaching exile that it would have
been churlish to refuse; aud Hugh him
self made no difficulty. Ihad told him
Cecil was away, and perhaps ne thought
he would like to look again at his own
college and the room where he had seen
her. 1t was too late to draw back when,
just as We were going to the house, Prior
| said:
"Ah, there's Cecil at the window.
forgot to tell you, Gurnev; she came back
this morning. She's looking very seedy,
toe, poor girl-very; but she'll be glad to
see you. Quincy is prime favorite with
my womankind, you must know, Mr.
Mallam."
Hugh made no answer, did not even
seem to hear and we went in. Mrs. Prior
was on the sofa, but there was no sign O.
Cecil at the window or elsewhere. If she
had been there, she must have seen US
and made good her escape Tom began
to ask for her, Of course, with masculine
stupidity; but his wifi: snubbed him at
once, with decision which even he
could not fail to understand. Mallam
did, too. I could see it by the extra
shadow on his handsome face; and
wasn't surprised when, after few min
utes, he got up AMI said "Good. bv," add
ing that he wouldn't take me away, for
he had q call to make on another old
friend. l saw that he would rather be
alone, and so 1let him go.
He went out across the old college
quad, and was just passing out throug n
the entrance porch, when he saw that the
chapel was open, and something made
him turn back and go into it. If any
Worcester man reads this. he won't won
DER, perhaps. There are not many more
beautiful chapels in England than this
dimly-lit ed1fice of ours, with its floor Of
mosaic, its richly stained windows, and
gorgeous blending Of gold and color on
walls and roof. There is one window
particularly lovely, representing the three
Marys at the tomb. An angel, with rad
liant wings OF purple and ruby, is
sending them away with the words !:
"He is not here; He is arisen
and Magdalen, in her white
gown and with flood of yellow hair roll
ing down her back, leans in the sickness
of her disappointment on one Of her
companions. The Gun was shining
through the window in broad, rainbow
| colored stream, and smote upon the dark
oaken carving Of the opposite walls with
gold and crimson luster; smote, too,
upon the brow of woman standing by
the lectern-a tall, fair haired woman, in
| white gown, too, and with sadder
look in her eyes than any pictured Mag
dalen. The amber glory fell upon her
head and on the pearl.like outline of her
cheek. All the rest of her was in shad-
ow-a dim, white figure, with a bunch
of yellow roses in her hand, against a
dim background Of gliding and color
and costly marbles, mellowed into har-
mony by the obscurlty. Then all of a
| sudden she moved, turned her head
round, and saw Mallam standing looking
at her.
He had been there FIVE minutes at least
so he had had time 10 get over his sur
| prise, yet his !ace was as pale as marble.
She had not moment to collect herself
and hers was just SIS usual, calm and
grave-even the sadness in her eyes cx-
changed for their old look of resolute
| defiant pride; but Hugh had purpose in
his mind, and was not to be batled by
that.
"Miss Langton,' he said, coming up to
her, 81 did not mean to intrude on you
but since have done so by accident
will you let nae speak to you? I am leav-
ing England this month, and I will not
keep you five minutes at most"
Cecil looked at him. Perhaps the
kind OF repressed desperation in his
voice showed her he would have his say
whether she said yea or nay. Anyhow,
she just bowed her head in cold &C.
quiescence, and stood STILL one hand
resting on the silver lectern, the other
grasping her roses He came a little
nearer, and said, very quietly:
II am going to India because cannot
forget you here. I kon't know if | shall
ever return, and don't care; but before
| go want to ask you one favor: l want
you to forgive me, Miss Langton+"
lie could not see her face. she had
turned it little frog, him; but be saw
her start, and one yellow rose fall with
little rustic on the marble pavement
snapped of IN the unconscious clenching
of her fingers, He went on quickly:
"Please do not mistake me. l only mean
what l say. I wronged you shamefully
and unjustly seven years ago, and l
make no excuses for 1t. You were right
to listen to none for ME; right in every
word you said. No man who ever really
loved you could have done as did. 1
thought I loved you, but was wrong in
that, too, and deserve your scorn for my
mistake. All the same, ask you to for.
give me to-day-and / dom. think yon
will refuse me-not because l love YOU
now, little as may have done SO before,
but because you are good, generous
hearted woman, and I do not believe you
would refuse Your pardon to anyone,
even your worst enemy =, if he were dying
and asked it of YOU as DO dow. When