The Red Cloud chief., 1884-02-08

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the eyes which met hers that sent a
strange little thrill through ven her
veins-a passion, a depth, looking from
their Darkness 'for life or death,
for veal o. woe expression which
! even she could not see quite unmored.
"And you will write. and let me
write to you, dearest?" he said, at last.
"Yes, Philip; how often car one
writer"
=" As often as one will; the oftener
the better. If yon know how happy
every one of your letters will make
me!'
She smiled, and there was another
pause, till Philip said: "Ah, by the
bye, 1 am very sorry about the ball to-
night-that you should miss it;
but
Miss itr' said she, looking up.
"Why? No one knows of our engage
ment, and PHILIPPINE n must know,
except those who know already"
WHAT" he faltered.
The anxiety of a public engage
ment with you away, in this barharOus
| place, would wear me out, would al
most kill me! Indeed, Philip, it must
not be made known
As you will, my darling. I would
not caus you a moment S anxiety for
the world"
"You will cause me plenty while
you are out in China-awful place!
But don't you see that if l don't go to
| the ball-just because you have left
what WW people think? / shall 90 with
a very heavy heart. | shall lie think
inc of you, and ready to cry all the
time; but. Philip, l must 60. that is
certain"
But Grace is not going. Who are
you going WITH"
"Grace will 90 if you choose to make
her do So" said his lady-love. looking
at him with something like a fash in
her dangerous eyes. "And as for a
chaperon, | will see to that. Mrs. Berg
haus will chaperOn u.s."
The saving is, indeed. a true one
which asserts that the strength of some
characters only displays itself in great
emergencies. Nothing short of an inn
mense occasion like this could thus have
called forth the strength of Angela Fair
faX's character.
Philip hardly knew what he felt as
he heard her thus rapidly disposing of
all his objections, and making apparent
the absolute necessity of attending the
ball. A few more sentences passed, and
then he agreed to use his influence with
Grace.
But my time is Short" he said at
last. 81 must leave you. Where is
Mabelle? must say goodbye to her."
Angela called her, and she came
down.
g. Mabelle, Philip is going to China,
and he wants to say goodbye TO YOU
"To China echoed Mabelle, intel
ligently.
Yes. He is coming back quite rich.
! and them" She smiled with express
| sive sweetness.
Sand then. Mabelle, 1 hope we shall
be brother and sister. We have always
been good friends, have we not?:"
Always" said Mabelle, with a
wintry little smile, as she placed her
hand in his.
"Then goodbye, dear. / know that
when l leave you with one another l
leave both i'm good hands. / may take
a kiss, Mabelle. for who knows when or
how we shall meet again."
With q smile he stopped and touched
her cheek-half amused to see the
frightened eyes that met his-with his
lips. and Mabelle said Goodbye,
Philip" but seemed to have no voice
wherewith t. wish him a prosperous
voyage, and then-somehow he found
himself outside the house.
$50 to the BALI Neper!r' cried
Grace. Indignantly. when he represent
ed the case to her. Il should die of
bushes if l got there. The heartleSs-
ness of it! Oh, sham, full"
but if | ask you, as a last favor
before / go. Gracey--as a last, and the
greatest favor [ ever did ask?"
"Philip, you are a tyrant, and you
never used to be one." she said, pas
%sionately. Il a not 90; YOU must
not ask It.
But he did ask it. and she. in the end,
granted it. as he knew she would. With
a face of gloom and a heart like lead,
she went to get dressed. At half past
seven Philip drove away, and on his
way to London, while the August sun
set was flooding all the ripening fields
with golden light, his thoughts were all
at Mr.. Starkie's house. and the ball
room there, and how Angela's heart
was heavy. and how Grace was think
ing of him. Surely, since five o'clock.
he must have lived a hundred years at
least