The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1884-10-24

cidents to disturb the current of the
cousins ways-till Maige Crsigie came.
This was the evil day for which Cous-
in Barbara had never ceased to look
the day on which Trevor Lane would
elect to devote to another some portion
of the love she wished to appropriate
wholly to herself.
"Trevor was not yet thirty, how
could she expect it to be otherwise ?"
she would ask herself, repeatedly.
Then she would shake her head and
mutter: "H I could only like her; but
this Madge, this Eighty, silly Madge-
to marry my Trevor! All, mel" Cous-
In Barbara failed utterly to recognize
that whoever the girl was on whom
Trevor bestowed his affection, she
would consider her Objectionable and
displeasing.
For q long while there was no sound
heard in the studio save the flies buzz
zing on the window panes and the old
clock ticking on the mantel-shelf. Ire
vor himself at last broke the silence.
"Madge is coming here this evening,
Cousin Barbara-you will be civil to
her for nv sake will you not?"
Miss Barbara looked up suddenly and
saw the light of love in Trevor's flash
ing eyes, the glow of deep passion on
his handsome face, and the sight of it
seemed to chill her heart to ice.
She answered coldly: "Miss Craigie
wants no warm words from me; since
you can utter them so glibly it is enough
but for the LAST time ] say-beware.
Trevor Lane went on working deliber-
ately at his picture; and Miss Barbara
budding up the white work on which
she was engaged into q bundle, escaped
with it into her own apartment.
When this scene took place the after
noon was already pretty far advanced,
and the month being May, it was not
very late when the sun finally departed
behind the western hills. Trevor could
no longer see to paint, but he fingered
on in the studio, gazing dreamily at his
picture till it was nearly dark.
At last he shook himself back into
reality, and raising some portieres which
divided the studio from the dwelling
room in which he and Barbara usually
sat, he went in. sturck match and
lighted lamp which stood on his own
particular writing table.
II wonder If she will come-I almost
hope she will not. Till this prejudice
of cousin Bab's is overruled must try
andkeep her from the house. I would
not for worlds that she should know
that Bah has taken fancies into her head
about her."
And, half murmuring his thoughts
aloud, he proceeded to answer two OF
three business letters which had ar.
rived during the day. One Of them
necessitated reference to some old pa
pers, and, taking key from his pocket,
he unlocked the side drawer of his table
and began to look for the documents he
required.
So absorbed was he in his search, or
the subject that caused it, that for the
time Madge Craigie and the trouble
with Cousin Barbara was forgotten.
It was not till a light hand was laid
on his shoulder and ripping laugh
fell on his ear that he looked up from
the open drawer into the sweet face of
the lady who hsd bewitched him.
us this what you call meeting me by
the garden gate and bringing me in to tea
with Cousin Bah? Look Won, sir. I
have mind to be very angry"
"Not with me tonight, sweet lady. I
have had much to trouble and vex me
"a letter here which gives me endless
worry. Beside, Cousin Bah has gone
to bed-she is not WE'LL"
"Gone to bed! Oh, then, ought
not to have come, I suppose"
"Since you are here, however, you
will not go. Let us chat together for Q
little; later on will see you home"
And he rolled an easy chair to where
she stood and invited her to sink down
into its softness, for Trevor Lane was
. sylarite in his home. Nadge Craigie
obeyed him, and, tossing her straw hat
from her head to the ground, lay back
among soft cushions her golden, wayy
hair aud white skin forming 8 striking
oontrast 10 their crimson hue. y,
For . moment Or two u tand en1ed