The Red Cloud chief., 1884-03-21
MADE OR MARRIED
by JESSIE F~OTHERGILL,
Author of 'One Of 7hree" Probation" T
Wcufelds." Etc.
CHAPTER XXII.-CONTISUEp.

CHAPTER XXU.-CONTISUEp.
She made no answer, hut sat gazing
in an embarrassed manner across the
sea. How could she say to him: lit is
because YOU have come home that /
wan to go?" The idea of his guessing
such a thing made her feel hot all over.
for to Mabelles morbid susceptibility it
appeared as if Philip must re just as
sensitive as herself on the subject of
her sisters conduct three years ago.
Had he not left England to escape from
the possibility of seeing or being near
Angela? She totally forgot that that
escape might have been an ~effectual
one, and that Philip might now be free,
delivered from the possibility of any
keen feeling on the subject. To her it
was a sore Spot-a haunting memory
of shame and misery. and rather thar
name It 10 Philip she would even recall
her resolution. and remain at Red Lees
II whatever cost of misery TO herself.
Her feelings of utter dismay may,
therefore. be more easily imagined than
described when Philip went on, in the
calm. self-contained manner of one
who was pursuing an interesting but
not very exciting inquiry.
You don't speak. i begin to think
that Grace was right after all, and that
ii is l who I'M the unhappy cause of
YOUR determination to leave us. Can it
be so really, Miss Fairfax"
.'Oh. how could Grace" began
Mabelle. and then overwhelmed by the
dreadfulness of the position. and quite
losing her head in her confusion. she
hastily sprang up, and was about to
tiy without a word.
But before she could absolutely rise
Philip had interpOSed, and the touch of
his hand on her arm checked her sud-
denly.
do, please. let me CO. she exclaimed.
with IA mixture OF dignity and distress
in her voice AMI attitude. at is really
more than a jest; it is not
Evidently it is more than a Jest"
he replied. rather curly. AT least, it
is evident that you consider it so.
Grace didn't. though. Now, Miss Fair
fax. listen."
Mabelle turned inroluntarily. and
found him looking at her with an au-
lucrative expression which made her
HAt-S 4 cit "ebAtA vi hol-
.'1Ou tacitly wv that i have some
thing 20 do with your wish TO cut short
your visit here" he went on. and his
deep tones thrilled through poor Ma
belle, while the u~ndercurrent of longing
to go, TO get away, to escape from some
thing. she knew not what. grew stronger
every instant. "And l think l have n
right to know your reason. What have
L done to offend you? l am sure I have
.sinned unconsciously, and one word
from you shall produce a change-I will
not offend again"
''Oh, Mr.. Massey, how can you speak
SO cruelty? How can you turn me into
ridicule in such amanner:?' she cried.
suddenly sitting down in the little hOl-
low. and covering her face with her
hands. DIR. johnson, full of an intelli-
gent and sympathetic desire TO console
her. put his paws on her lap. and
craned his neck to LICK her hands, while
Philip exclaimed, blankly:
Turn Won into ridicule. l have not
the faintest idea what you mean"
You must know perfectly well my
reason for wishing to 90" said Mabelle,
looking up at him with something like
Indignation at what appeared to her the
widest prolongation of an ordeal which
was becoming uncomfortable to her.
ION my soul and honor. all / know
IS that Grace came TO me in a state of
much agitation. babe me put down my
k5ook and not be so law. and when |
asked her in what way L could best
chow her my activity in a pleasing man
GER. she pointed out of the window to
your figure. and said: I've had a
quarrel with her. and you are at the
bottom Oft. She says she want to go