The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-11-30
lse. But he should not know she suf-

ferred.
Striking light, she drew toward her
pen, ink and paper.
Il did not expect to prove SO soon my
idle words of yesterday" she wrote,
''nor dream that within little more than
twenty-four hours you would chill the
love then SO warm; yet SO you have de-
creed. | told YOU [ could not be jeal-
ons. | was right. Therefore l release
you from your promise, even as / hold
myself released. | snail return home
tomorrow, and must make of you but
one request-that you will make no eff
fort to see me-"
Having written this-poor child
she fancied that all irreyocably was
ended.
The little note was put. early next
morning, into Gerald Killers hands.
He grew very pale as he read it careful
ly through.
ats all absurd" he muttered, under
his breath. Poor little girl! she's jeal-
Gus after all. Olive must 90 and tell
her the TRUTH
'Tll go, Gerald" replied Miss Orms-
by, when he had explained the diem
ma; ''but I'm afraid it is of no use. |
really think-though hate to hurt YOU
by the suspcion-that she was scarcely
sorry of the excuse. What other woman
would have given you up like that?'
''Ask her to see me,'' groaned the
man. ''She cannot refuse me that"
But ten minutes later, Miss Ormsby
returned to him, shaking her head.
'.She is cold as ice, Gerald" she de-
oloraI och. +nlJ no 20 ell ~,
ashes could not warm. Oh, Gerald,
how hate to repeat her cruel words,
and to feel that l am the unhappy
cause"
He tried % answer with a laugh, but
it proved miserable failure.
Don't distress yourself, Olive" he
said kindly. 'If she had so little love,
so little trust, I'm glad l found it out in
time"
"But YOU loved her, Gerald Oh! how
could she? IL
She stopped, and turned abruptly
away.
But for once Gerald Hitler was deaf
to all the implication of her words Yet
his heart was bitter as he strobe along
the hall Ia the direction OF his own
room.
IL was mere chance which led him
past Sybn's door-mere chance which
brought to his hearing chat trembling,
quayoring sob which told him that she
was within and suffering.
An hour later they might have been
irrevoca5ly parted. Now he only re-
menbered that in four months she was
to have been his wife.
What need to heed conventionalities?
At any cost he must see her.
Impulsively he opened and closed the
door behind him. She rose up, white
aad indignant, but not before he had
seen the lines that one night had brought
on the young lovely face.
''My darling" he said, ''listen."
And without further preface he told
the story through.
"Shan / 90 or stay now, Sybil?" he
ended 'Is it for you or me to ask for.
Meanwhile, down stairs, Miss Ormsby
waited long for his return. her heart
beating high with hope and Triumph;
but when at last he came, Sybil-lovely,
smiling Sybil-was on his arm.
You promised, Olive, to tell Sybil
the truth. Why did you not do it?'' he
sternly asked.
II wished you both to find out you
were human" !" she replied. .'Six months
without a lovers quarrel! 1t was alb
surd'
$50 we think" he answered; ''but
rather than risk another, Sybil mas con-
seGted to become my wife at once"
Yet Of their dear five hundred friends,
Miss OrInsby alone was not hidden tC
the feast; but Sybil was jealous never
again.