The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-11-30

INTO it just what entered into it now,
there were few men who could have
heard it unmoFed, and OF these few Ger
aid Hitler was not one.
You must not feel you miss it. Olive.
There is no reason why our friendship
should not always continue in the future
rs in the past. You heard what Sybil
said yesterday regarding jealousy? She
thinks as highly of your friendship as |
can do. No, YOU must not do my little
girl such injustice even in your thought!
Cali upon me as frankly and as freev
as in olden days, and you will find me
no less ready 10 respond. y
"Well, | shall tell Sybil, then, of our
programme for the afternoon"
Certainly, and send her down to
me-"
Five minutes later. and Miss Ormsby's
soft, white hand gently raped at her
friends door
Come in!' called a sweet, girlish
voice
And Sybil, as the door opened. glanc-
ed up from the letter she was busily
writing.
''Do | interrupt you?'' questioned
Olive, pausing at the door, and then
continued with q well assumed air of
embarrassment, Il only came to tell
you that | am going To run of with your
lover this afternoon. | must go TO
Englemere, and Gerald and | had SO
many drives in the old days that mamma
feels she can trust me with no one else.
You have no objections, ma chere?'
None" answered the girl frankly;
''only shall miss you both. How long
viii you be gone?'
I'VE start at three. We shall be home
bv six. We must in fact, else we could
not cross the sands until the tide went
downP''
Where is Gerald now?'
Smoking on the terrace. He said
something about your joining him, un-
less YOU were busy"
My letter can wait" she answered:
and rising, she walked slowly and
thoughtfully from the room, and down
the stairs.
Gerald and | have had so many
drives together that mamma feels that
she can trust me with no one else
Somehow this sentence kept ringing
in her ears. 1t seemed TO her il was
quite time the someone else shouid be
found; but she crushed back theth6dqht
as ungenerous and disloyal, and met her
lover with a smiling face.
The afternoon seemed very long du-
ring his absence. She finished her let
ter, and two more, and then tried to
read; but her thoughts wandered, and
the train of her story was sadly broken.
II was a relief when the clock struck
five. and making her prettiest toilet, she
wandered down the terrace. to catch the
FIRST glimpse Of the truants
Ii so happened that two old doWagers,
seated within the long drawing-room
and close beside one Of the windows
outside which she had found a seat,
were refreshing themselves with a little
gossip. Their words were borne distinct
ly- to i-al. ear.
ssT'1n surprised" (" said one, ''that Ger
aid Hitler would drive with one Of his
old loves, when he has to neglect his
fuacee to do so. Such a young, pretty
girl too! It's a crying shamew
Sybil did not wait the answer. She
rose quickly, and moved utof hearing;
but the words had left their sting.
1t deepened as six o'clock came, but
brought no signof Gerald's return. Sew
en- struck, then eight, then nine. An
awful weight. q terrible anxiety, was
pressing on her heart. Ali the people
were talking of the absent now. OF
course they knew that, after six, the
sands were impossible. What could
have detained them?
At last Sybil could no longer bear the
pitying glances directed toward her,
and Fastening to her own room, she
shut them ell out.
How could he make me suffer like
this?' she thought, rs another hour
passed on. Where is he? On. Gerald,
did time with her pass so quickly that
YOU were forgetful of your danger?"
Face downward on the bed she heard
nothing Of the wheels which grated at
last on the gravelled road, nor the ex-
clamations which greeted the belated
ones.
As they approached the Grange, Miss
Ormsby laid her hand upon her COM
panion's arm.
Don't tell them it was my fault, Ger
ald-my stupid fault, in setting my
watch an hour behind None of these
horlid women would believe It. You
can simply say we were detained
Promise me. Gerald, not even to Sybil."
The explanations simple enough
Olive; but | ought to have known
woman's watch never was right, and
not trusted it. However. we'll keep
our own counsel. Poor little Sybil! [
hope she's not worried"
''But poor little Sybir' was nowhere
in sight. The rest all gathered about
them, but Gerald ewes wandered be-
yond Why was not Sybn there to meet
and welcome them?
Find her for me. Olive" he Whisper
ed" Go to her room and tel her 10
come down a minute
Miss 0rnlsby sped on her errand, but
q smile was on her lips and in her eyes
Her Flan was working wen.
t'Svbii.n she called softly, as she
opened the door OF the darkened room.
"Hon nave come. thank Heayen!"
she exclaimed. .'What happened. Tell
me-"
"Happened9 Nothing. cberie; only
when Gerald and I are together we are
apt TO forget time. and | bad no idea
hoW quick Y il had flown untilwe found
Inc tide had banished our return.
tiH& i Sc med to Us both almost ike g
return Of the old days, when we kept no
account of the hours. Gerald is down
stairs. You'll go down aud say good
night to him, Sybil?"
II viii make YOU my messenger re-
piled the girl with chilling scorn. Tell
him only that congratulate him on
your mutual safety"
''Sybil, surely you are not jealous of
an old fripDaSain lg>t. olrS D.;
Il ana .ealous of my self respect, Miss
Ormsby. Good night"
But the door had closed and the
child's calm gave way.
So what the gossips had said was true.
Olive 0rmSby was an old love of Ger
AIDS. and in her society even yet the
hours passed so swiftly that ne could
forget how full of slow, torturing ankle |
ty for his bodily safety they would be TO
her. And only yesterday She had said
she never could be jealous and love on.
Yet when had she loved so wildly, so
passionately, as in this hour when her
hol lsla,