The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1881-04-21

to her, his face white and his voice hoarse with
pain and anger.
'sIr. RAYMOND! / never come in the house
now that his name is not flung in my face.
Surely, Bell, you are only flirting; you never
mean to marry that man? p"
Bells head was dropped, and her face set as
hard as a flint, but she made no reply.
The man moved back pace, folded his arms
haughtily, and stood regarding her \ bitter,
scornful light came into his eyes, for he had read
her answer in her face.
"And you will sell yourself to this mana
pound of flesh for pound of gold? will stoop to
falsehOOd, keeping love and truth at bay? swear
heart and lite and soul away"
Bell bad fully regained self-control now, and
she looked at him in an inquiring way.
'.Jack, what did you eat for breakfast? Hard
boiled eggs, or something equally indigestible? !?
1t makes the whole world look heavy and dark to
YOU
''But not half so heavy as my heart, nor half so
dark my prospects | could shoot myself for
being such fool as to love a girl who only laughs
at me -
Don't do it, Jack. 1t would le 50 horribly m
convenient to have funeral in the family in the
very height of the season. But, if you insist on
suicide, don't shoot yourself i'm the face, because
'twould make you look 50 di-agreeable, you know,
when YOU were laid out"
THAT Is the way look 10 you the majority Of
the time, is il not ~
Bell turned around lazly, gazed at him critic
ally, then said slowly:
something ails you beside those hard eggs.
Perhaps your boots are tight
"Nour interest in my bodily comfort is as fiat
teriug a. il i unnecessary. Neither my boots nor
nay breakfast j. troubling me iu the least"
Bell evidently had not heard what he was say
ing, for her attention directed out the win
dow and before the sound Of his voice had died on
the air, she cried out TO him:
/ "Oh, come here, Jack \ kitten is playing
with a mouse. She is 50 cunning. Come quick
and see"'
Jack did not stir Bell looked around to see
how he could possibly resist such a rare opportu-
/ nifty for amusement. He answered her, with a
/ look Of supreme disgust on his handsome face
Thank you; but l have been watching that
game in here till it has grown HAT, stale and un-
profitable"
Jack, | feel alarmed about you. l think you
are going TO have stroke of apopleXv, som,
kind of a fever you look so hot and uncomfort-
able"
'Under those circumstances IL would be wis,
for me To retire. I might look di~agreeable or il
might be something contagious, aud you mustn't
run any risk lin the height of the season."
He bowed low, with a mocking, contemplation
smile, and turned from the room. Just as he wa
vanishing through the door, Bell called after him
ooh, Jack -
He looked back gloomily.
..Try and be where you can see Mr.. Raymond
, and me this afternoon"
The door slammed behind the retreatng visitor
4 moment later he appeared on the walk outside
Bell tapped on the window, bat Jack was sud
] denly struck with deafness He paid no heed bu
strolled lcisurely down the avenue
e The great tears gathered slowly i'm the girl
a ewes a. she watched the retreating figure I
k think that word, glance would recall him
and she must let him 90.
j "Poor Jack! Dear old Jack, He will neve
g know. he must never know, how love him -
Sinking down in her chair she dropped he
: head on her arm and shed such bitter, blindin
q fears ~ women never tell Of tears that bring II
c relief to heavy heart, but scad and burn out b
y lief i'm truth and in humanity; tears that mark
z their course thwarted ambition, blasted hope
and wrecked lives. Heartless women are mad
d not born.
There wa. a sound OF softly sweeping garment
pf Bell heard and drying her tear, best she coul
5 she turned her face, for she knew that to esca
le was impossible, and was apparently deeply int
d ested in the doiugs Of the outside world when II
mother entered. Mrs. De Guerry came slow
.d down the room to the window where Bell W
" seated, and laid her ieweled hand gently on II
head. She was always gentle bus under 1t
ep Bell was made to feel that the hand which guild
ll' her every step was iron; that She must walk
the path it pointed out, or the velvet glove viii
as covered il would be flung aside arl n she dii L
M o-, una ta7tioningly it- slightest direction
IL wouia dragged along the desired way
,ly .1ly ghfet &c IS getting latei you M
change tout nomiug dre--.
er- ayes, mamma"
'I saw Jack gong away why 1ia" he
of main for dinner 2
,.I "T never Thought t. ask him..