McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1883-09-27

One DESTROYS of widening the breach
between Alice and George would have
found it an easy task to make begin
ming that night.
Ralph Warden's lips moved slowly a.
he seated himself beside Alice, but We
will not try to determine what he sale
to himself in that crisis in more lives
than one.
81 admire your cloak and hat" ex
claimed Ralph, "though the saying may
be as much a compliment to my sisters
as to your own taste. Hers are like
them, are they not?''
every nearly: not quite. But
didn't know you ever noticed what your
lady friends wear?'
81 don't very often. l did to-day.
Would the masculine eye detect the diff
ferences?"
81 think not. But it is a pity to talk
of dress on such night as this. What
a strong and helpful sermon we had
this evening"" -
eyes," said Ralph.
They made a turn in the road, and
there was George himself only few
yards ahead Alice put down her veil
at once. Surely fate was on the side of
Ralph Warden's plans that night.
"Get in, George. won't take . re-
fusal." Et2
"Who is with you? Your sister,"
eyes," said Ralph, with a prompt
ness which should be admired and par
doned. "Sit on this side," SAID Ralph,
as George got in; 81 will sit between
you. The night is beautiful, isn't ite''
every beautiful"
every beautiful?" said George, who
really had not thought of it before.
'You needn't 60 home at once. 1
will turn here, and We will drive to-
ward the shore.''
He had turned his horse down the
road leading in that direction before
either of his companions could say a
word. The two lovers were gazing
again on the scene they had looked up
on in the morning. The moonlight
may have softened the harshness of it
little, but the man between them heard
a sob from the woman at his left, and
saw the moonlight sparkle suspiciously
on the eyelashes of the man on his
right. And he thought grimly of him
self as the image of fate-fate, with the
destiny of two human beings in his
mind.
81 found a paper of yours this morn
ing" said Ralph, slowly, "and here it
is. L could hardly help seeing what it
was. l congratulate you on your bar
gain. You have bought the finest es-
tate about here, George. 1t is remark
able cheap at the price. l believe the
deed was signed last EVENING""
eyes - -t'..
D ''Mr. Kingsley had not fully decided
TO sell until then, had he?''
''Not fully. He told me his daughter
might decide to want it herself when
she is married. Mr.. Kingsley will, of
course, give her handsome residence
somewhere when that event takes takes
place, for Mr.. Jones. who is to marry
her, has no fortune of his own
SIT has been your highest ambition to
own that estate, hasn't itp''
'Certainly; WANTED the finest place
lere."
"You ought to be supremely happy.
You said last night you would be when
you owned the place"
eyes"
The answer was short. Ralph could
eel the strong man on his right tremble
n spite of his efforts to control himself,
md he knew that the woman on his left
vas crying softly.
''You said something last night about
7our ambition to be master of the
Kingsley estate. Do you remember
what it WASP" .. .-s -
eyes, l think I do. Something very
ooaftul, was it not?"
George Fenby was beginning to I'M
lerstand dimly why he had received the
etter he had.
"Worse than that. Did you ever
hink that one overhearing it might
hink that you meant to marry Miss
ssNever until now. Oh, what have
lone?'
"No matter; did you intend to marry
Ter? Not aword of objection. You've
,een led into answering too much al
'eady to stop now. George, 1 demand
IN answer; did you?" 49,.
The eyes of the two men met. In
aalph's there was the determination to
NOW, and, perhaps, something more.
n George Fenby's there was surprise,
which changed to satisfaction and in
lignaticn, which gradually faded.
"Never, on my honor!" he answered.
Ralph Warden stopped the horse.
They had driven far to the south, and
lad now turned back toward the vii
age again. In front of them was the |
evel sweep of frozen marsh, but farther
N was the peaceful village, with its