The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-10-03

him 80, and persuade him to relinquish his right
to half OF It, at least AS have said, you are
the sort OF young person to succeed
He spoke lightly still, but the next instant he
gave her rapid side glance. She was twisting
her fingers together nervously and looking down
He put out his hand and patted her shoulder
LAUGHING.
s'Think over it, he said, ~ must go. Good
morning my dear
When he had gone Phil did not move for some
minutes. A dark flush had risen to her cheek
and her eyes were at their blacklist.
II have heard of people being tempted to do
such things" she said, at length "Am being
temptedl Is this a real temptation? Or am
only so far hardened that do not much care2
After awhile she went into her own room, and
began to dress TO go out She was going to see
isabel Farquhars marriage, too; but this was
her own secret Her father had been invited
because the family knew nothing of him, but
that he was a friend of Duvals and a wonder of
thorough breeding and good taste. "A Buc-
Ieuex-Fairfax have no doubt, my DEAR Isa-
bells guardian had said Really a charming
fellow" But of Phil they had not even heard
and so If she would see her false lover play mis-
part Phil must creep into a dark corner of the
old church of St Androsius, aud watch from
afar off.
And this was what she intended to do She
had bitter wish to see the worst and suffer as
much as she could. 1t would be the sooner over
she told herself. She wanted to despise him to
the utmost.
She found her dark corner in the crowded
church, shadowy nook not far from the en-
trance, where she could see without being OBJ
served. And there she seated herself and wait
ed. But it was not necessary to wait long A
merry clangor of bells rang out from the tower
and an expecEant rustic made itself observable
among the audience ''They are coming" Phil
heard people saying, and drew back into the
shadow
1t was little hard to see them all pass her, in
the stream of sunlight the open door let in. The
glow of color and flash of Jewels dazzled her
eyes And there was her father with males
tic, slow-moving matron, in purple on his arm.
And there was Miss Farquhar with her guard
ian And Miss FarqyAhar was so fair and win
ming creature and looked SO innocently happy
and girlishly pink and white under her lace veil
that Phil felt more bitter than ever and clenched
her small, gloved hand.
1t will be worse for her than it was for me"
she said inwardly. ''She does not know the
world at all. And he has injured her beyond re-
paration-he has married her. She sat and
watched until the end-untl the ceremony was
over and every body had passed her again and the
carriages had rolled away, and even until the
lookers-on had dispersed Then she came out Of
her pen and went into the churchyard. It was
empty. save for dirty old sexton who was dig
glng grave and grumbling to himself the while.
Phil drew off her glove and held her hand in
the sunlight. There little amethyst ring
on her smallest fnger-it ring Duval had
given her when she was a child, eight years old,
and she had worn it faithfully until she heard
the whole truth about Isabel Farquhar. She
pulled it off now and held it for few seconds,
and then flung it far from her among the graves.
1t fell at some distance and rolled away until 1t
stopped against the mound of fresh earth, and
the sections next spadeful was thrown upon it,
and hid it from sight
"They will bury it. tomorrow, said Phil an
obstinate lump rising in her throat. II wish
they could bury all the rest with it,"
And then she turned away and went home.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY.