The Red Cloud chief., 1888-05-18

was an expression Of fear and loathing on
her face, then b stood clear n erect,
pouring q level freezing look into his eyes.
"No," she said, Il ant ven thank you
for such an offer, much less accept it. I'd
rather go into my grave than enter the
filthy debasing union you hold out to me-"
In an instant Parley's heavy face was
purple. Tut! tut!' he said, coming near
er and putting cut his hands in a notifying
way, '.yOur gOIn' too far now! What l Offer
you is the best place in the neighbcrhood.
It's accordIn' to scriptures, and the Prophets
Endorsed it. tell you you'd better a K up
with it on more accounts than one"
"Stand back! don't touch me-" and the
girls face was white with anger. There
is the gate. sir. I Am mistress here; you
have invited me to q life of shame; gO!"
and with a curse the Bishop turned. and
viciOusly grinding the gravel of the walk
under his heels, passed out the gate and
down the lane.
He seemed to grow shorter in stature,
and to widen out with venom like a toad,
as he walked along sinking his freshly-pol-
ished boots deep in the dust and muttering
angrily. His little eyes had a muddy,
blOodshot cast, and the lower part Of his
face seemed to settle upon his thick neck
in a way that made it look pulled and
swollen. His anger changed him, not as
some are changed as by a white fire, but
as if he had taken poison. His blood seemed
to run thick and turbid, and the evil
awakened in his nature darkened and de-
formed him. When he reached the Tithing
House he locked the door after him. and 60
ing at once to the cupboard behind the desk,
added further fuel to the evil that en-
venOmed him. Then for q long time he
walked up and dow the room with fiery
eyes and livid features, revolving such
thoughts and laying such plans as are sure
~ common only to the underworld.
That evening when he went to call upon
Orsou Beam he still looked roily and un-
settled, but his disordered feelings were
collected in a purpose, and he was pursu-
ing it with an eager if rather unsteady aim.
When he paused at the door of the cottage
the young man. still white and weak from
the previous days awful struggle, was
pacing slowly to and fro within. His mother
was sewing in the lamplight, and. saying
that he should soon return, he walked out
with Farley into the moonlight.
After they had gone a little way IN silence.
the Bishop said, III a lOw voice: What
success.' Beam had his hands behind
him. and he drew the fingers together in a
quivering knOt and swallowed as if his
throat We're parched; then he said, huskiiy:
Il failed"
'.ToO bad" said the other: then after a
moment: "Weil. We'll get him yet. You
wasn't discovered. l 'spose.' The young
man's fingers unlocked as if he would throt-
tie the man by his side. but he replaced
them again. and. looking straight before
him. answered in the same husky tone: Il
know: l think not
well" and the Bishop had all but said.
there's another job to be done: the other
party must be disposed of. when he changed
his mind. and said: .YOu may've been
seen. Any a. l spec: you'd best 90 South.
or to the old country, IN a mission for u
year or two
The young mans hands fell to his sides.
'Yes. l would like to CO." be said, and
drew a deep breath OF relief.