Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1886-03-04


was in his rigidly set eyes, suppressed rage
was in. his trembling hand as he raised it
emphatically whle.he spoke his next words.
81 have one thing more to say" he an
swered ''and then | have DONE If | am not
your husband. no other man shall be- Look
well to it, Isabel Miller. If there is another
man between us, can tell him this-he shall
find it no easy matter TO rob me of your
She started, and turned pa'e; but it was
only for moment. The high spirit that was
in her rose brightly in her eyes, and faced
him without shrinking.
"Threats!" she said, with quiet contempt
"When you make love, Mr.. Moody, you take
strange ways of doing it. My conscience is
easy You may try 10 frighten me, but you
will not succeed. When you have recovered
your temper will accept your excuses" She
paused and pointed to the table. There is
the letter that you told me to leave for you
when had sealed it, she went on. II sup
pose you have her ladyship's orders. Isn't it
time you began to think of obeying them?'
The contemptuOus composure of her tone
and manner seemed to act on Moody with
crushing effect Without a word of answer
the unfortunate steward took up the letter
from the table. Without a word of answer
he walked mechanically to the great door
which opened on the staircase, turned on the
threshold to look at Isabel, waited moment,
pale and STILL and suddenly left the room.
That silent departure that hopeless sub
mission, impressed Isabel in spite of herself.
The sustaining sense of injury and isnult sank,
as it were, from under her the moment she
was alone. He had not been gone a minute
before she began to be sorry for him once
more. The interview had taught her moth
ing. She was neither old enough nor expert
enced enough to understand the overwhelm-
ing revolution produced in mans character
when he feels the passion of love for the first
time in the maturity of his life. If Moody
had stolen a kiss at the first opportunity, she
would have resented the liberty that he had
taken with her; but she would have thor
oughly understood him. His terrible earnest
ness, his overpowering agitation, his abrupt
violence-all these evidences of passion that
was mystery to himself-simply puzzled
her. I'm sure didn't wish to hurt his feel
ings" such was the form that her reflections
took in her present penitent frame of mind !;
but why did he provoke me! 1t is a shame
to tell me that l love some other man, when
there is no other man. | declare l begin to
hate the men, if they are all like Mr.. Moody.
wonder whether he will forgive me when
he sees me agains I'm sure I'm willing to
forget and forgive on my side, especially if
he won't insist on my being fond of him be-
cause he is fond Of me. Oh, dearl l wish he
would come back and = shake hands. It's
enough to try the patience of saint to be
treated in this way. wish l was uglyl The
ugly ones have quiet time of 1.-THE men
let them be. Mr.. Moody Mr.. Moody" She
went out to the landing and called to him
softly. There was no answer He was no
longer in the house. She stood still for a
moment in silent tvexation.-eIH II go to Tom
mie, she decided. ''rm sure he's the most
agreeable company of the two. And-oh,
good racious!-there's Mr. Hardyman wait
ing to give me my instructions! How do |
look, / wonders'
She consulted the glass once more, gave
one or two corrective touches to her hair
and cap, and hastened into the boudoir.