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


says, looking straight into my eyes without
knowing 1t, "What Is the matter with Mr..
Trevor to-nightr
There is subtle something. almost imper-
ceptible, in her voice that makes my heart
beat with foolish Joy.
"Poor manr says Mildrel Fortescus, with
a laugh, aad she whispers something in
Evelyn's ear.
hold my breath TO listen. strain every
power possess but In vain. Icannot catch
a word
Evelyn stands SILENT looking down, for q
minute, then she says in low, soft voice,
"How do you knowp
II can see it.'
For some moments, during which hardly
dare venture to breathe, except once when
| It thunders, there Is silencs, and then Evelyn
speaks again, this time with q sort Of shy
gladuess, "But are you quite sureP
"Quits. Positive. You must have seen II
ages ago your eli, dear"
at Is only sheet lightning" says Evelyn,
suddenly, @let US open the door and look at
it. Hove lightning"
trembla. They are coming nearer.
shrink as far back into the darkness as
may.
With some difficulty they got the door
open, for 1t drags on the floor. cannot
| conceive how it is ] remain undiscovered,
for several times they seemed to be looking
at ms. Then they stan1 on the doorstep
talking softly to each other. Evelyn's
arm is round the Others waist She looks
| 90 lovely, and Is SO inaccessible that I can
not help but sigh.
"What is that soundf says Miss Fortes-
cue.
Evelyn assures her it is nothing but dis
tant thunder Comparisons are odious"
Even in my unenviable state Of mind
smile to hear a lovers sigh compared to
thunder.
"But you are cold, dear" Evelyn adds;
@you are shivering. And I forgot you did
not like the lig htning. How selfish I am.
Let Us go In at once"
YES, am very cold" Miss Fortescus ad-
mits
Then they come in, and try to shut the
door.
at is far worse than ever" Evelyn cries,
pushing with both hands, "and 1t has always
been a nasty, self-willed thing"
Pull and push a you like, sweet Eve
lyn, 1t will not shut, for a cunning STRAIT
egem has come into my head There was
cord hanging down from the win
dow above, and l have thrown it
over the handle, and the end hold in my
hand, while a wicked smile adorns my face
II think must leave it." says Evelyn,
prettily painting. Ny heart sinks. All my
subtle planning in vainl And my hands are
smarting horribly with that vile cord.
"But the night air will kill the flowers"
says Miss Fortescus with shiver. "it Is
gradually shriveling me up"
Heaven bless herl May she never shrivell
$50 1t will, says Evelyn. "but you are so
cold. dear. Go in, and / will try once more,
for hate giving things up, and then 1 will
come"
almost chuckle.
Evelyn pulls with all her might pull
with nearly all mine until hear the draw
ing-room door close behind Mis- Fortescue
Suddenly she finds the door yield TO her en-.
deavors and shut with bang.
Then she sees man among the dark
plants With q little suppressed scream she
moves toward the other door. Forgetful of
the fright 1t must cause her. spring out
and seize her hand
As she catches sight Of my passionate
flushed face see distinctly in her eye that
she still believes me under the influence of
wine. She grows white with terror, trem-
bles, and would fall, but that catch her In
my arms.
Dumb with horror, I carry her lifeless
form into the little room. and lay her In q
chair. She Is as white as death. Mad I
was before, now am rabid. Her pulse does
not beat
Ihave killed her, tell myself, as chafs
her hands. Then pace wildly to and fro
across tho room. Why did mot rush from
the house, regardless Of everything and
everybody, rather than sit down with thir-
teeni
Idare not summon help. will 60 out by
the garden-way, and put an end to my
wretched existence in the river.
But must take leave Of my lady first. I
kneel by her side and take her cold hand in
nina. I press my lips to it Joyl
| she moves; faint color comes into her
cheeks My late suicidal intentions all for
| gotten, watch breathlessly for more signs
| OF hope. Then 1t dawns on me that she has
only tainted. L have never seen any one
| faint before. My spirits rise to o height
proportionate to the depths where they
brooded before.
She opens her eyes and meets mine full Of
new love and joy. sE..s.
@Mr TrsvorP she says, in faint voice Of
wonder, not remembering anything; then ]
| Know, as surely as though IL were passing in
my own mind, that the recollection OF the
| past few minutes is coming back to her, and
she shrinks away from me. ....
But the touch OF her hand, as hold 1t In
mine, sends thrill through me, and gives
me new strength. ..-
She trembles and seems afraid Of ms, and
| do not wonder, II my face expresses all !
feel -...-.-... ..-.
| mo. Evelyn" ] say. answering her
thought, forgetting how strange her name
must sound from my lips. Il have not taken
too much win"." ...... .. .. s., ..
ut was only for one moment" she says,
shyly b'ushing, and now she no longer at
tempts to withdraw her hand
| @Evelyn," say again, passionatsly, still
kneeling BY her side, and looking up into
her sweet, blue eyes, AEvelyn, do you love
MacPhoole"
She smiles, she looks at the floor. the walls,
anything, and at last at me. 4Place aux
danes, she says kindly. Il want to ask you
| question What has been tho matter with
you to-nightI' d. s-'+ .a. " ="
| With iealousv and Iowa bscau.a. Evelvn. no
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