Western appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1885-18??, 1885-07-11

presently. aren't you ashamed Of
yourself, Alice Crawfordp 70 a man
who cares nothing for you and behave
in this silly way about it! Haven't you
any pridep IF you have it's time you
began to make use of it. A woman is a
fool to give her heart to any man. UNI
asked, and yet
And yet Alice Crawford knows, as
many other women do, that many a
woman s heart is given without asking.
A feeling of shame comes over her to
think it is so in her case, but she knows
it is useless to deny the truth.
She brushes away her tears and
forces herself to be calm. She then
goes down the stairs and enters the
parlor.
Miss Grayle looks around from the
piano as she comes into the room, and
says:
Kingsley has just been wondering
why you did not come. We want your
help. He has brought us some new
music''
Alice Crawford hardly dares trust
herself to look at the man who stands
by the piano. But she feels his eyes
upon her, and it is as if he compelled her
to look at him. In the look She gives
him there is something like defiance.
He has made her love without
knowing it himself, perhaps and she
will not let him see how her heart re-
| spends to his lightest touch if she can
help it. She has resolved to conquer
her heart. Pride shall help her to do
| it.
All! but it is easier to talk of conquer
ing hearts than to do it. She will find
| it SO.
Kingsley Durham bows, with smile
Frightening his eyes as sunshine bright
ems a spring that has been in shadow.
''We have missed your voice sadly in
our singing" he says. "Shall we go
over the music again, now that you are
here to try it with us?''
''H you please she answers, and
goes to the piano and puts Miss Grayle
between the man she loves and herself.
1t is a fitting action. Has not Miss
Grayle come between their lives?
Then they sing
Alice Crawford has never sung more
brilliantly, but there is something in
her singing that Kingsley Durham has
never noticed before-something that
jars like discord. They are out of
tune, as many other voices and lives
have been.
Once she looks toward him and
catches him watching her with an earn
est, puzzled look in his face. He seems
to be trying to comprehend her or her
mood. 80"
A flush of color comes into her
cheeks and she turns away abruptly.
The thought brings with it kind of
fierce anger. 1t is hard enough to know
that she loves him; she cannot bear to
feel man S citation over her weakness.
Any thing but that.
By-and-by they tire ofsinging. They
sit down together and talk of this
and that. She feels that Kingsley
Durham is watching her, and she is on
guard over her heart. Her mood is
changeable. One moment she is gay
and her conversation sparkles with wit
and jest Then suddenly, she seems
to shrink back into cold reserve.
He has never felt that he understood
her, and less tonight than ever before.
She is a puzzle to him. It perplexes,
and fascinates, and battles him.
Miss Grayle gets up and goes out of
the room. An awkward silence follows
her going. He breaks it by saying.
Il missed your face at church last
Sabbath
81 am not going any more,'' she
answered; sat least, MOTTO your church.
do not like DR.. Cantield's sermons
She does not tell the truth. For the
truth is she is not going there because
she has made up her mind to conquer
her heart, and the work, which will be
difficult at best, will be more difficult if
she sees him often. She must keep
away from him as much as possible.
Il am sorry, he says. I have grown
accustomed to seeing your face there,
and always find it hard to give up
familiar faces when [ care for them. ,
His voice is low,. almost tender
She feels his eyes upon her face,
though she does not look at him.
II must go back to my work soon,''
she says, trying to make her words
sound quiet and commonplace II
have had a long and pleasant rest and
| begin to tire Of doing nothing. II
she gets up suddenly, leaving her sent
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and begins playing a dashing little fan
tasia that hasn't particle of soul in it.
He does not stay long. He excuses
himself by saying that he has work to
do and he feels in the mood for doing it.
He says good-evening to Miss Grayle
and then stops by the piano.
Il have something want to say to
you sometime he says, and then
pauses as if at loss.
Il suppose you want to tell me how
thoughtless you think me, and thatit is
my duty to come into the church, and
all that sort of thing, y she says looking
up with a laugh that has defiant ring
ill it that CRATES harshly on even her
own ears. ''Thank you. We will con-
slider that it has been said if 70 uplease.
| never like to be talked to in that
way
She gets up from the piano and
walks away as if to put an end to the
conversation. The light words have
cost her a great effort. But if she
would accomplish her purpose, she
must keep him at distance.
He looks after her with the puzzled,
perplexed look in his eyes again, and
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