The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1886-01-07

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friends. So he took it very quietly, and
stayed near her till came. and then he
found out he only cared for her like broth
err, but for me in quite a different way. He
says she is very good, but i hate her. lam
frightened of her; she is SO pretty and
sweet, and I'm such rough, undignified
baby!"
"Do you mean that you are going TO be-
gin by being jealous?" asked Mary, quite
coldly.
81 have told him he must never let me
see him near herl" declared Estelle pas
sionately.
Mary's first impulse was to be indignant,
but the memory of Estellcs training came
into her mind, and she resolved to be very
patient and gentle with her. For the mo-
ment she dismissed the subject lightly.
As to Arthur Rivers, he walked away,
too full of the happiness Estelle had con-
ferred upon him to think seriously of her
confession of u jealous disposition. In
the consciousness of his single hearted de-
votion to her, he thought it impossible but
that she must quickly learn to trust him.
There were other considerations that
seemed TO him of more importance, and es-
pecially he had on his mind the difficult
letter that must be Immediately written to
Madame Verries. But gradually he became
aware that Estelles distrust was far deeper
seated than he had conceived possible, and
it is hard TO say which of the two suffered
most: Estelle, alternating between jeal-
ousy and remorse, or Arthur, under the con-
tinual necessity of behaving not only to
Eva Charlesworth, but to all women, with
unnatural familiarity, and of demonstrating
with his angry betrothed. Estelle honestly
strove to crush the unworthy feeling down,
but their deep roots in her temperament
and education put forth fresh shoots as
soon as the old ones were killed off. At
last a crisis arrived.
Eva Charlesworth had long ago promised
to marry Hal Armitage as soon as he should
be able to keep wife, but her parents
would allow no open engagement, as Hal
was a harum- scarum fellow, with great
distaste for hard work, and corresponding
ly little prospect of making sufficient in
come. The poor girl was beginning to suf-
fer from the effects of long waiting, and to
feel, though she never doubted her lovers
affection, that he was not doing all he
might to forward their marriage, when il
was mentioned before her one day that Ar
thur Rivers had a voice in the appointment
of manager for some engineering works in
New Zealand. Eva resolved to make an
appeal to him on behalf of the man she
was ready to follow to the end of the world,
and an opportunity presented itself shortly
at the Cotterells', where she was spending
the evening.
Il want to speak to you in private pres
emily, Arthur" she said in low voice, al
most as soon as they had shaken hands.
Arthur bowed with the stiffness required
OF him by Estelle, but his words were cor
dial. Whenever and wherever you like.
Eva"
"In the conservatory, then, while Estelle
is singing" she replied, indicating by a
nervous little laugh her comprehension of
possible difficulties.
Soon Estelle was called to the piano. AT
the end Of her first song she missed Rivers.
but it was not till she had finished second
that she discovered that Eva had also alb
scented herself. In moment her indignant
jealousy surged up, and. trembling all over
with suppressed fear and anger, she went to
the head of the steps which led down into
the conservatory. Two figures were stand
ing below her, half hidden by a tall palm.
You know / will do all / can for you,
Eva," said the man.
II know YOU have always been better to
me than / deserve" said the woman, her
voice hardly under control. "You will
keep my secret now, Arthur"
81 will keep your secret and serve you,"
said Rivers, with just that strong gentle
ness in his voice which Estelle thought ne
had no right To use to any one but her.
The miserable girl clenched her hands and
teeth in the effort to restrain herself, con-
scious of the unfitness of making n scene,
but self control was not to be learnt in a
and passion asserted itself.
Arthur" she said, In low, choking
voice, and stepping down toward him,
"you are n traitor-you have deceived me-
you" she could hardly speak, and now
she put one hand to her head, while the
other, extended, forbade his approach. SO
she stood for a moment, then her figure
swayed, she missed her footing, and he
only caught the words, "Ah, you have
killed mel" before she fell at his feet sob
bling, crying, raving, flinging herself about
in violent Mysteries, like one possessed.
Eva, shocked beyond measure, called
Mary Cotterell to her aid, and, with as lit
tie fuss as possible, they got Estelle up
stairs, where she continued all night in a
state of half-delirious misery and rage.
The only thing she was distinct and per-
sistent about was that she would never see
or speak to Arthur again. He left the house
in despair, pinning his only hope on Mary,
who promised to bring the poor girl to rea-
son. Leave her to me for few days"
she said and Rivers obeyed, devoting all
his energies to getting Hal Armitage the
post desired for him by Eva.
Estelle, sorely ashamed of herself by
now, heard the news of his success from
Mary. who added an explanation of the part
played by Arthur.
"Are you satisfied now?" asked the latter,
with the sternness she found more salutary
than gentleness.
"Why hasn't Arthur been to see me?"
asked Estelle, looking down.
"You went too far this time; you forgot
that he has his pride.
Estelle sprang up and dropped on her
knees beside Marys chair. Let me go to
him! Not to his house, don't mean that,
but somewhere where / shall meet him!
Oh! my dear Mary, do this one thing more
for me, implore you!"
II don't think you deserve anything of
the Sort" said Mary sharply, and nothing
like promise could be extorted from her.
1t was, therefore, of course, only singu-
lar coincidence that the following day
Arthur should be walking through Coppen-
ham Wood just when Mary and Estelle
happened to be nutting Thereon, rather,
Mary was nutting, while Estelle stood by
in her Frenchifed dress, and never so much
rs took off her gloves. 1t was lucky, too,
that just when Arthur came upon them
Mary should be high up from the ground
in n thick bush, and quite out of sight and
hearing behind the leafy screen which COM