The Red Cloud chief., 1884-02-01

AtLfOF OF Ols OF INffC, 'fTODIIaOn, "4nS
Helfe,ds." Etc,
CHAPTER VIH.-CoxrIvUFp.
Il have not deserved such happi-
aess." said Philip. and the answer was
another smile.
Then it was over
The glory and the dream.
The train stopped; there was noise.
hustle, shouting, talking. They joined
&thelr friends, went out of the station in
W the busy street and the lamplight.
Then came that proSaic vehicle, the
omnibus. in which Philip contrived to
be seated next L Angela. Half way
home, he heard her voice in a low tone:
Philip Don't move. Look as if
we were talking about nothing in par
ocular. want to tell YOU something"
2 Yes; j can hear. What is it,"
Il don't want YOU to speak about
what we have been talking about to-
night. You know. there is nothing set
led. nothing decided. Ii would make
me sol don't know what could not
stand il. if it were looked upon as a
rat dcccn3pli.'
Il Will do just Is You like, and not
mention it to any one unless You wish
it: but Ora e-you would not mind
Grace knowing itP"
mo. no. Indeed Grace must know
il. 1t can not be helped. But make
her promise that il goes no further.
You a make her promise anything,
you know
! Il will. You may trust to me.
.sOh, dear, How tired | am. and
now stupid it has BEEN eiaculaaed
Angela. ilinging herself on the couch.
Turn up the gas, Mabelle, and let me
see il my dress is damaged. 1t really
was much too good for such an expedi-
k,tion rs this"
- Mabelle complied with the behest in
silence. Angela stood up again, and
carefully examined her dress all round.
Not so bad as | feared. Luckily
4 Philip and | had a first-class compart-
ment ali to ourselves, and"
-Fti}ip and you? You speak very
Familiarity OF him, Angela"
. do |? | must be careful, and l hope
he will be careful. too: he is rather rash
and laundering. Did ! not tell You he
was going to propose to me? never
was deceived vet IN a thing like that,
and | was rot tonight. He did pro
pose: and 10 hear him it might have
been a matter of Ii c and death"
He proposed And you, Angela
what did You say?'
II said | would think about it."
.Oht." Mabelle's hands Were claspet
with a nervous tightneSs together; hel
eyes were fed arprehensively on hel
sister. lyon know, Angela, he is no
like the men we used to meet
Il should think not. indeed, Tht
men we used 10 meet were not quite Sc
gauchs and abrupt in their banners a
Philip Massey, and
..But not one had a warmer heart
there was not one OF all our friends wh'
was as rood as he is said Mabelle
desperately. DO tell me the truth
she added. with almost a sob OF sup
messed emotion. .sYou don't mear
that YOU are only amusing Yourself wit
him. Angela? You would not be 81
cruel, and 500 base.
..Psiraw, How excited you get. 1ol
are almost rs bad as himself. L vii
tell Won the simple truth. child. | hat
this lie we are leading As L never hated
ANYTHING before, and asI can nevel
hate ANYTHING again: and L would d'
D almost anything to gel out OF it-any
I thing not downright wicked, you know
As for warm hearts. and that. they
are often a great bore. Philip Masse,
is not the man | would have chosen
for my husband had l had any choic'
\ yiven me. bur lie is desperately IN iof'
with me. poar fellowr with a sweete
smile than ever land l can make mn
do exactly rs I please 10y judiciou
management. 1 have promised noth
mo. remember that; and l intend T.
promise nothing until l know what nj
n~osjtiop Is. and what his prospects are
Then / shall decide: and if what he OF
fers me is much better than this, Wi
take il. II not -
IF not. Won will tell him candida.
S;hatyou do not care tor him, and cal
MOI maraThim," said her sister. breath
!essly. G-Of curse YOU will say ina
lear Angela. won't you?
oh yesI suppose so. But In
tired demonstrating what | will do; ant
a> for you, You are much too young Z
maldIs with such things, and had muci
Let..rh he thinking about your lessons
= Nhere are you going? 1t is not ped
tine vet" NJ
Ian tired; good night" said Ma
be-, rs she escaped from the 20
Iraslng Angela 10 reflect upon the bes
mr5ns o. ufil zinG her conquest: whiI
Size. .abeila, covering her lace Wit
Ire ied-cloti Is. wept as if her heal
w..d breas. and rs if no length {
Tin. could ever quench the souree OF ne
' se4Ts.