Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-03-15

EHoU you are surprised 70 see We'
''Do not distress yourself" he said gravely,
recovering his self possession. Was this his
| first visit of coincidence, and so soonl
at was about Miss Bertha" Then she
| caught her breath and went on as if she were
afraid he would interrupt her, he started so
violently II know what lover you are-if
mine had only been like your she dropped
her eyes and went on without looking at him.
''but the girl you liked so much that you
were blind to how mean she was, she never
loved you; she never cared anything for
| you"
Philip had moved uneasily in his chair as
she began, but now he sat still as death, with
| his eyes fixed, as if in some fatal charm, on
the girls face She grew pale as she talked,
all but one bright spot in either cheek.
81 could tell it when your name was spoken
before her; women notice things like that
and when she expected you-and when she
| expected the other"
His eyes fell in shame. He wished noun
tain might fall on him to shield his hurt face
from even this poor girls scrutiny. But she
hurried ON as if she took pleasure in his winc-
ing nerves. "If you could have seen how her
face warmed at his coming, and her voice, so
cold to you, shook and stumbled when she
welcomed him. And how her hands would
nestle like kitten in his-at look. You
never saw her like that, did you! And there
was no pillow SO soft, you would think, as his
shoulder, andn-
II cannot stand this, he cried, starting to
his feet. "Do you think l am made Of
stone!'
| Wasn't it pretty sight9 I used to love
to hang out Of my window to see it, or follow
her out on Sunday walks. Her kind Of
women make the biggest fools Of themselves;
so cold and lofty like you would think them
angels; when all of sudden they lose their
heads, and there's nothing too wild for them
to do for some man, till they get over it. +"
| Her eyes were all ablaze with hate but
Philip hung on the scornful lips as if it were
not poison he drank from them.
''But she did not get over it," he faltered
when she stopped. He raised his hands to
cool his beating temples; his fingers were cold
as ice
'That is it; it lasted longer than counted
on I thought she'd come to her senses be-
fore she could do anything rash. And then
supposed he wouldn't leave the village and
what he was doing here, just yet"
''But why didn't you tell meg'
"What could you have done. She cared
lothing for you. But was doing the best l
knew, if they hadn't been too quick for me.
was waiting till thought she was just mad
| over the man. l never supposed they would be
SO quick; y her bosom rose ard fell as if it were
hard for her to catch her breath. II knew
one thing was sure, and when it would hurt
her the most was going to have tried it. If
had only hurried" She rose, sobbing
violently, but she shed no tears. Philip had
no consideration for her emotion.
"What wasits oh, why didn't you do it!'
His form trembled as if he stood in winters
blast, while drops of perspiration gathered
OH his forehead
"I-I-hated so toto break his heart II
knew he would-woulG never get over it. He
atn't the kind that"-
''Curse him!' cried Philip, "what is he to
mer'
II was going to tell him that she was en-
gagged to you. knew he would never for
give her for deceiving him."
"And he didn't know itp'
"Ah, if he had, he was that honest-you
don't know him. But was too slow, and
now, my God, my Godw Then she rose to
her feet and tied her veil tightly about her
face and moved toward the door. But Philip
Breton was there before and held it.
''Tell me first what you came here for to-
night" The answer came sharp as knife
because wanted to make you hate that
woman too 1t made me mad that You
should think her SO pure and good"
'But why should you hate hers I never
could-nevern His hand loosened on the
door knob and he leaned back. Jane Graves
could have gone if she would.
'And don't you hate her nowp she almost
screamed at him, ''when have told you how
she kissed and fondled him."
"Hush!''
swell. hate her, because she stole away
my lover. May his love touch her yet to dis
gust; may his kisses turn bitter on her lips.
The door closed after his visitor, and Phihr
glanced at the clock, which pointed to ~
Only half the night gone then! He sat dowr
and dropped his head on his folded arms
again.
ITO BE coNTINUED.1