The Red Cloud chief., 1884-02-29
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CHAPTER XyII.-CoNTISUEp.


CHAPTER XYII.-CoSTTSUEp.
The attempt to describe hours like
those Philip was passing through must
always b. pa ntul and generally a fail
IRE. When We fail ourselves. we may
feel anguish and remorse; may call our
selves hard names, abase ourselves to
the dust. and seek cha>tisement for our
sins, but behind all compunciion is the
consciousness: After all, L never was
per Get 10 begin with: what | have done
has not pat me outside the pale of hu-
mainly. and there is the future in
which | may strive to eXpiate nv S n"
But when ones ideal goeS-when what
was highest. purest, hottest. what
seemed stainless and Enimpeachable,
crumbleS suddenly down befo e ones
horror struck eyes, into common dust
one can no longer see with undistort-
ed vision: the react.On is binding. and
the mise able dust looks like a heap of
dreadful corruption. Thus it was with
Philip. and il was with this overwhelm-
ing disaster that he had TO battle that
night. Sleep, he felt, was out of the
question. but. see ne that his bedroom
hit al b1f ht'". opShiu- W
the floor, he UNASSIGNED it, and saw
that a Ii tie iron balcony ran round 1t.
The n CHIT air blew keen and fresh, but
invigor t nglv upon him. He stepped
forth. AMI rest ne his elbows upon the
ledge O. the balcony, leaned there, and
gazcd dreari,y Out INTO the night.
There was a late noon, lust about to
disappear behind 4 range of low mOorS
80 the west--hc dimly saw the trees in
the garden, and The fower-neds beneath
his window. and the smoothly-shayen
lawns. Farther away he beheld the
G.eam of water-there was an artificial
lake. he remembered, which he had no.
ticed Is they drove mp to the house. All
was very st'll and quiet, the whole es-
tablisimcnt seemed hu>hed in repose.
This time last night he had heen eager.
IL longing for home; lad been think
ing of Angela. of t e pleasurt, the sur.
prise OF rs own sudden arrival. When
had he ever ceased to think of her? Ii
was OF her he sad thought IS he land.
ell. of her as be hurried as rap div as
ira n and cabs could take him to Irk,
ford of her. and of her only, when he
arrived. and. while he was driving
through tie din@y, well known street,
of her. rs, like 4 food, the remcm
brance of the same rushed over his
mind-Grace. Mabellc, the few short
and terrible moments during which hi,
leap from Light to darkness had been
taken.
..She was married this morning" he
muilered u himself. My God! what
are women made of. that they can dc
these thingS-marrisd this morning, and
not tree weeks AGO she was writing to
III - her ID Arrest Philip Suppose ]
We're to send the letters to old Fordyce
without further note or comment -ha
ha. 1t n mai world. my masters,
mad world. Well. a man does not lio
because a woman has lied to him, and
suppose other men and women viii no,
visit it as a sin upon Philip Massey thai
Angela Fa riax first made a fool of him
and then iilted him. / came home GER
tain that | was a made man, every way
and il seems I'm a married one instead
in the only quarter where | cared fol
success"
The idea success" awoke Other
memories. and he remembered his game
with Thekla BerghauS. and their detini
tons Of success. .
And I said Grey had been success
full, and she did no seem so sure about
it; but / was rig t, after all, for he ha:
got an honest woman for his wife.
suppose Grace meant that one da,
when she spoke to me. What a fool
was"
The night wore on. and the noon dis
appeared, and dawn broke in the east
bringing a clad new day. wi h new
hopes and JOS. TO the VIOLIN general
but when the sun arose in his beauty
he found Philip Massey with q very
empty heart.