Daily Republican., 1885-11-20

piled myself too closely to study lately,
30 make your preparations and we will
start AZ soon AZ possible.
Despite her protest Rita was glad to-
go. Connected with the hope of and
ing pleasure and contentment abroad
was the vague thought that somewhere
on their travels they might meet Archie
BradoD. Faithless though he had been,
her heart yearned for sight of the face
that was still her dearest memory.
Two weeks after Professor Arden's
decision, he and his daughter were on
their way to foreign shores.
Where am !? This room Is very
dark-I-wel, this is strange. Oh, my
back-my head. Who are you?"
The series of disconnected remarks
came from the lips OF a man past the
meridian Of life, his heavy form and
ruddy face with its gray beard dimly
visible In the light that filtered through
the drawn shades Of the little cottage
room.
A slender girl in pale hued robe stood
beside him, and now she spoke in low
gentle tones.
You were in the coach at the time
Of the accident, don't you remember ?
You were injured and they brought
you here. My name il Rita Arden"
The man started and raised bis eyes
muttering something beneath hi,
breath.
DRAW the shades, 1t Is too dark, y
he said quickly. There, let the sun
light in"
As she returned from the window be
watched her eagerly, and her eyes
Arnanad Klamath ha nj nf
gaze.
"Do you live here ?" he asked alb.
ruptly.
"Oh, no, I am travelling with my
father. am from America-the New
England States. We like this plaza;
and so we decided to remain here . few
weeks at least"
Then Am under your hospitality
you are very kind. | was on my way
to Paris, where my friends await me.
WIN you give me pen and paper that
! may write to them"
Rita sat beside him while he wrote,
and her hands sent the message on it,
way. 1t was addressed to Miss Ger.
trude Eastman, and the name, being
then an unfamiliar one, awakened nc
interest in her unsuspeoting lind.
For several days the injuries of Mr.
Douglass, as he introduced himself
confined him to the little cottage
| room.
Rita was the most solicitous OF nurses
but there was something about hel
guest she could not quite understand
He had such a way of subjecting her u
| C lose scrutiny, of asking strange ques
! tioDs, and repeating her words to MIN
as though bordering over Thorn.
Once he mentioned, in casual way,
the name OF Archie Bradon; in an in
slant, a fl lush had dyed Rita's face, and
she looked away.
." have met him; do you know hin
we'll ,sir?" she asked a tremor OF interes
through her tones.
No, we are merely fellow. traveller
from London to Paris. He was will
his uncle, the mother Of HIS finance. arc
-
"Is-is he. then, bstrothed to-te
-"
A most estimable young lady. He
name-I cannot recall 1t now-but she
Is very wealthy and accomplished"
Rita WAS lying back in her chair II
nonchalant attitude, but her face had
psled, and there was look in her eye,
that would have moved the hardest
heart TO pity.
Something like shade of regroi
passed over the features of the man VIII
watched her, and then he turned hi
eyes away and smiled.
A few days later a visitor was An
bounced At the cottage for Mr.. Doug
lass. Rita was in his room at the
time, reading aloud from his favorit
journal, when the card was brought Il
him.
He seemed strangely agitated, AM
rose upon his elbow to point to the litti
;curtained recess at the further end c
the room.
"Miss Arden, will You step benin
that curtain and remain client till
IcAll you? Qaick-you will understan
Pressntly."
| Wonderiugly she obeyed, and tn
lnext instant there came to her the soun
LOT voice whose tones made her thri
strangely.
my dear uncle, why did you ne
lsend for me sooner? !"
az did not need you, but now 1 hav
q story to tell. must be brief, bu
listen attentively, Archie. That stor.
told you of Rita Arden's marriag
was untrue she never married, an
she was faithful to you. But l ha
other plans for you. i regarded 1t q
as childish folly and l detained you
letter to her after we left home. A
last gained my Object. You sough
and won the hand oS Gertrude EAs,
man but time has proved my owl
folly, Archie. She is hear.less
frivolous girl, not worthy Of you, an
Rita Arden In the one woman l woul
; see your wife
"What do you know of her ?" cam
the question, hoarsely.
"Tbis is her home; she has been vii
! me all the time. KitaH,
The curtains we're parted, aud e.
{ Archie could realize his own happine
his little sweetheart lay in his arms.
All the past seemed missrab
dream, and in the JOY Of their meetii
:. the lovers forgave him who had wrougl
u tine wrong.
q From old Rufus Bradon himself &c
- trude Eastman heard the story, and
} was with something akin to ralin' 81
threw aside the bonds that were grow
Ing irksoms To her.
i A young Englishman with mo
L wealth than brains won her hand
% marriage, and the affair occurred SO,
after the union of Archie Bradon and /
u little sweetheart.
Burial OF Riel.
~ The body of Louis Riel was on Thu
u day buried by Father Andre in var
10 under the Church of the Immacula
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