The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1885-07-31

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Il thought, perhaps, yoa were thinking OF
some difficult easel" .aum Ea.a
The youngest tho most playful kitten can
scratch. / am q briehea barri>teri Not
that there is the sligh,e doubt the briefs
will pour In some day, only -ths shower has
not begun yet. a-
Having seen her little shaft pierce home,
the innocent. babyish thing goes on, 1Aren't
there some stories about the old chambers
you men live inl'
I tell her ons Of the stories that made Mr.
Pickwick's blood run coll, clothed In my
most narrowing language. well suited to my
gloomy state Of mind.
Her sweet smiling, artificial face change;
would change color IL 1t couh-as tell
the story, but as I finish she says, with q
little shrug. "Those ghastly, creepy stories
are rather bad form, aren't theyp
Evelyn and MacPhooIe are talking all the
time. Why on earth can't he speak to the
girl on the other side OF hint
Doesn't the fellow know that -com-
mon politeness forbids him to monop-
olize his hostessl II only I could have kept
my place at tbs end OF the table!
The glare OF the lights, the rattle, the
chatter, my overwhelming rage, despair,
and jealousy, make me quite sick.
Il think there Is going to be q thunder
Storm" says Miss Fortescue; Il can see the
lightning through the curtain, and / am
ashamed to say am afraid OF 1t"
"Whyr say. modify, u shouldn't care
II were killed, should your
Il would rather live than die +" she returns,
slowly.
Evidently she thinks am mad Perhaps
lam feel like it
am consumed with impotent rage. The
trammels of polite society bind me down.
may not rush away. i may not poi
son Mac Phoole's wine, or stab him; and
either Of the last two would be unmixec joy
TO me. But the very thought Of acts 50 con-
genial brings comfort to my bloodthrsty
soul revel In CORY dreams Alas for the
days when men won their brides by the
shedding Of bloodi Those were the times
TO live In. What Is man now but q phleg-
matte animal, laborious or luxurious, &C.
cording to circumstances / am out Of all
patience with my times.
Just as reach this point there is q loud
clap of thunder, followed by vivid fash Of
lightning.
Evelyn starts violently, and MacPhools
lays his hand on hers, with which she has
clasped the edge Of the table.
Mhu, uHhUle any iOHRcF W SOHIuiu
Jealous rage, Ispring wildly from my chair.
How dare hei
1t all passes in an instant
Evelyn draws away her hand. Some one,
I elieve it l. Miss Fortescue, touches my
arm. I sink again into my seat, blind, chok-
ing with passion.
Somehow-I haven't the least idea how
Mrs Latimer's glass has overturned, and
the wine Is running all over her gown Very
likely It Is my doing. l have enough sense
left to offer my serviette, and Jenkyns
rushes to the rescue.
But have no remorse. am glad have
spoilt her gown. Why should woman of
her age wear such babyish frocki With
Joy / remember having hoard that port
stains will not wash away.
II am sorry you are SO afraid Of thunder"
she says, with spiteful sweetness Her gown
Is a ruin.
Tam not afraidl" I say, in my rudest
manner.
"You are very cross, though" she retorts,
with as pretty pout as she can manage.
Here register q solemn vow never again
to be one OF thirteen at dinner
am quite sure there Ii no spiritual
affinity between Mr.. Latimer and me, yet
she says at this moment:
do you mind our being thirtsenr She
looks up into my face, in a charming spirit
of Christian forgiveness
@Do your
@N-no. They say. don't you know, the
first one who gets up will die within o
year"
think to myself have had enough bad
luck tonight to cancel misfortune for many
years
Il shall not get up first" says Mrs. Lati-
mer; mot that think there Is any thing In
II, but don't you know, she shrugs her
shoulders with an affected little laugh
@Miss Bellairs will-be-the first" She
says this slowly and looks fxedly into my
face.
aGood heavensl" cried aloud, sis the"
There is a sudden silence.
See several people glancing at me, AMI
whispering and shaking their heads
The monster fixes me with his awful eye
holding . gigantic plum halfway to his
mouth. The dean, disturbed In his dinner,
regards me with pious horror. Evelyn's
gentle eyes are fixed on me for one moment,
startled and rsproachful Why does not
the earth open and swallow met
Like the sound Of trickling water In the
desert, the voice Of Chalmers rises loud and
Every one begins to talk again, and furi-
ously do ! execrate my madness
But excitement and rage have upset the
balance OF my mind. I lose my common
sense The idea takes possession Of me that
this night must give my life for Evelyn's
by being the first to rise. At least the idea
gradually ass umes this form It viii be a
gloriou, thing to die to save her Life VIII
she be sorryl Will there bs tears In her
lovely eyes when she hears Of iti viii shs
weep for met .'..
But heroes must act, not dream
/ fix my gaxe on her. At last
see her trying to catch Lady Burlis-
toms eye. The supreme moment has come.
@No. no." ! cry, wildly; @let it b me- !
will" .aE %. r-.-.r f5Hfa.t .#I
Istart up, and she rises at the same mo-
lnent Every eye Is fixed on me In amaze
ment
Like q fash the absuriity Of my behavior
appears to me Ashamed and confused I
rush to open the door. a- T. sf r4a.-.. wv.
Mrs. Latimer passes me with q sickly,
simpering smile Miss Fortescue looks
straight before her. Last OF all comes
Evelyn Brsathlessly ! fix my eyes on her.
The blue eyes give one grave, reproachful
look at my flushed face, and then she averts
her head Evidently she think am under
the iniuence Of wine. hrg.r4. aIt aa sI,I5
Frantic, stung by such q suspicion. re-
gain my chair somehow. Savagely, bit
tsriy, do attack MacPhoole on his politics,
always . grand vent for ones temper.
dare not touch any more wine. my brain b
on fire already. r. r........
At last the monster gives rs
the signal to 90 into the drawing
L. .~~4
There II but one In all the world for me,
and another man will sit by her. But 70
slowly to the dra wing-room door, and from
there behold Lord MacPnools on one side
Of Evelyn while Chalmers stands on the
other.
I 70 30 the conservatory 20 cool my mad.
dsusd brain. Here there is no light, except
when the lightning flashes and no sound
but the rumbling thunder.
Did the comtemptuous fates ever toy 20
with any man hsforsi Ensss, much tosssd
10 and fro by land and sea on account OF tho
undying anger OF the cruel Juno, nsver SUI
fsrsd - ! do The pangs OF Jealousy ara
sharper than any darts. g.a4a....l
Suddenly the drawing-room door J.
opened. and hear Evelyn's sweet voics
3Naught so stockish, har,l. and full OF
rage, but music for the time may change
his nature = It Gains. me for q moment
but jealousy Is a horrible curse, a pose sion.
torment myself with wondering who is
turning over the leives for her. Then they
shut the door again
Once more I ponder on my
\ wretched self. my atrociou' folly.
! my hopeless love. This gloomy train o.
thought y interrupted by voicss in the little
room which orens iato the con ervatory.