Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1881-06-08

intangible was occurring; and 1t wa
not very long after that vague discov
cry before he learned that his wife wai
not as she had been before Cyril Kes
terton came.
Then, when he saw the deliciou:
light in her blue eyes, that he had SC
passionately longed to see there-when
he heard her light, happy laugh, as he
had so often wondered he did not hear
it-ah! then the jealousy, the horror
the despair that overwhelmed him.
He struggled manfully to conceal
what he had suffered, but he was not
the same, for all his desperate efforts,
to Grace.
He could not caress and pet her as
he was in the habit Of doing. Great
heaven, to think she was in love with
another man, and that man the friend
who was eating his salt daily.
/ What should he do? Was Grace
false TO him-or was it only his own
mad jealousy that magnified his acts.
and looks, and courtesies ?
Until one cool, starlighted night,
when he was lounging in rustic chair
on the lawn, and then he heard CyriPs
voice.
This cannot last much longer, Mrs.
Ravensden, or ! shall go mad! BE
merciful! If you can bless me, bless
me now! Is there any hope for me :"
Great heaven Cyril Kesterton had
dared
And then her voice-Grace's-his
wife's voice:
Don't ask me-just yet. Be pa
tient Just little longer-for l think
YOU may-hope."
Guy sank back in his chair paraly zed
with supreme anguish and horror,
while they walked away-the two
guilty, vile, and of them his wife, the
woman he adored.
do not think Guy Ravensden ever
knew how long he crouched there, in
.he crisp night-air, with the stars shin
ing over him in mute, plying vigil.
But some time after that blow had
fallen so straight on his heart, he got
up and went in-toward the room he
and she occupied, to meet servant on
the stairs carvings portmanteau down.
Mr.. Kesterton has just received a
telegram, sir, and adieux with me for
you, SIR.
This in answer to Guys interroga-
tory look.
Hes gone then, has he?"
The wcll-trained man manifested no
surprise at the white, desperate face,
or hoarse, restrained voice of his mas
ter.
Just gone, sir Mrs. Ravensden or
dered the dogcart out for him"
"Yes-that's all right"
And Guy walked on, half-dazcdly
toward the lovely room where he knew
he would find her, and were he had re-
solved TO confront her with her sin.
She was there, just as he expected,
and in the dim light he saw her face
was buried in her hands, and that on
her dress lay picture, a mans picture
he had no doubt, and Cyril Kesterton's
picture, nc could swear to without see
ing, and his wife-his wife he set his
teeth together-crying because her low
er had gone.
She did not hear him until he was so
near that he stopped and picked up the
photograph crushing it in his hand.
Then she gave a little startled cry,
and. accustomed to the dusky shadows
he could see vivid flush surge over
her cheeks. And he remembered how
he had often wished he might be able
to bring just such conscious color to
her face for loves sake. And here,
the very first time, it was shame's sake
and his influence, and her fear, instead
of affection.
Il was looking for you; | wanted
you," he said tersely, even now won
dering how he could say the words
that would shut her out of his life.
"And--I was wishing you would
come" she answered in strangely
low, thrilling tone. 81 wanted you
too. / had-I have-something to
let you know"
All! he knew already, curses on Cy'
ril Kesterton's handsome face! And
he crushed the picture in his furious
grasp again.
"Do you remember once Of hearing
me speak Of my only sister, whom
had not seen since we we're children
WE'LL" and rapid eagerness came IL
her voice, lit seems SO strange, but Mr.
Kesterton and she"-Guy started anc
, shuddered-"bsveb been engaged some
time-until quite lately, when some
foolish arrangement arose ct was AID
dies fault, believe, from what / car
learn and the poor fellow lie heart
broken over it. He has prayed me Il
intercede for him with her; he ha
given me her address and her picture
Where did you lay it, Guy? Onl,
think-my own, own little sister, die
not know was alivel Oh, Guy, / an
so thankful And ! told Cyril
thought was sure he might hope al
ter just little"
Guy had sat there, listening with al
most fainting pulses, his brain reelinj
with rapturous relief, but with such al
awful sensation creeping over him
! that at last, when che had done, sh
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