The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1888-05-12
latter appeared on the evening of the fourth
of January rather later than usual.

IN wild, reDelllOClS thrODS Whlcn WOulQ nOt
be Guelled.
Then the morrow was the wedding-day
The thought of all he was losing came over
him anew. It he could only do something
if he could see her once again!
Once, in his doubt and misery. he had
written to her, but his letter had been re-
turned unopened, directed in Lyman's; firm
hand. but the Enclosure bore theword5 "By
Carols own writing.
The rebuff was complete. Yet as that
last evening wore on, his restlessness car
ried him to the vicinity of the Childer resi-
dence. He did not expect to speak to her;
the most he hoped was to catch a possible
glimpse of her before she gave herself IT,
retrievably to another.
Even that much did not seem likely to be
granted him. The shutters were closed,
and scarcely a CLEAN of light stole out along
the entire front.
He walked past for some distance: then
turned and repassed, trying to imagine
what they were doing within, how she was
enduring Ingot's fulsome attentions. Gould
it be that she was finding pleasure i'll his
admiration. that she was passing counter
felt Of love on herself!-for that she had
taught herself any real regard for the man,
he did not believe.
He had passed and repassed thus twice,
and was approaching the house for The
third time, when the door opened and the
two men came out. Not wishing to be
seen, Norris paused in the shadow of the
next house while they stood chatting for a
moment together.
"She has no doubt OF you?" Ingot asked.
"Not q doubt. Why should she? have
never failed her yet. She relies on my
word, and have passed it more solemnly
than she has ever heard me declare any
thing before. Rest easy; there will be no
withdrawal on her part before the time.'
Well, you are d cool one,'' said Iugot, in
almost disguised tones. "Ive q streak Of
the rascal in me- but [ can't match you. I'll
ave TO look out for you as brother-in-law
o. you'll be getting the best of me. Well,
goodnight; see you tomorrow, Of course.o
''You will see me tomorrow, >; assented
Lyman, and the two parted going their sep.
arate ways.
Norris was still lingering there when the
door again turned on its hinges. A slight
form stood on the thrcshold, with white
shawl over it's head, looking into the dim
obscurity OF the street. He stirred, and ~
low VOICE called tinaidly: "IIynaan!"
lit is /, Hiss Childer!' he replied, adj
vancing 'You would not receive my let
ter, will you give ue word now for the
last ti1ne?'
Ell had something to say to Lyman,H
she tnlterea.
"He is gone beyond recall. Pray, do not
deny me this chance. II is only to tell you
what you must know, that I love you, love
you, and would give my life to serve you if
I could Oh, why were you in such haste to
bind yourselfwhy would you not give me
time to try!''
"Hushl" she said, scarcely above a whis-
per. sob, hush: I must not listen"
"Why note Because your heart plays
the traitor: Because, oh, Carol, you might
have been taught to love me? Is it toe late
too late forever, my love, my Darlington
will you break from those hateful bonds
yet and come to me9 Do not go. Let me
persuade you by all the might and power
OF my love to be true TO yourself, even
though you may not be kind to me. Do not
marry that man. Do what you will for
your brother except that He is urging
you TO ii, is he noe? But he has no right to
ask SO much as that"
The little, tluttering hand he had caught
and was holding closely in his grow cold
and slipped out Of his clasp.
g Y OIL are wrong. Lyman would no more
urge me Toto that, against my will, than
You would. He wants me to be happy in my
own way. Indeed, it is tlue.''
"Wn it make you happy to marry 1ngot
than?" asked Norris, incredulously.
Faint as the light WAS, liz could see tbs
rich color which dyed her cheek the shy,
wistful look in the eyes that met his.
XII expect TO be happy-af5er Tomorrow"
she whispered. ana so saying was gone
The door closed, leaving hun standing alone
on the steps.
How foolish he had been! How needless
ly he had worried himself in his fears for
her, and yet, poor child! was she not de-
ceiving herself2 He could not be angry
with her, though he tried, but in his disap-
pointnent he vent straight through tho
streets home aud to bed, to the infinite SAT-
isfaction of Mrs. Bates, who knew nothing
OF the storn Of grief and desolation which
kept him waleful far into the morning
hours.
While no walked and fretted, Carol was
sleeping the sweet and peaceful sleep Of
care-free girlhood. Whatever burdens had
pressed upon her, whatever fears oppressed
her, were all gone now. The cold winter
daylight was streaming iu at the windows
when she awoke, flushed aud smiling, from
some pleasant dream. She sprang up at
once, alert and eager.
+" The day at last. Oh, am glad, so glad,
that it will all soon be- over
She dressed herself and ran down to Ly-
mans den. He was not there, but slip OF
paper bearing the words ''Iwill be in tin1e'
lay upon his desk.
'Dear BROTHER" the girl murn1ured, as
she bent over it. 81 am glad for his sake
as well rs my own that it is nearly over"
Very fresh and fair looked Carol in the
simple white dress she had chosen. There
were white roses in her belt and at her
throat, but they failed to make her look
bride-like to the eyes Of Mr.. Ingot when he
appeared, full half-hour before his time,
making his way to the den, where Carol
was still waiting.
sRoses, cha" as he looked her over.
+" Why, ] sent you orange blossoms. I
thought brides always wore them, and vail
OF something of that kind fimsy and cloud
like, you know One wouldn't suspect by
the look of you that you were all ready to
be married"
Carol moved away from the arm with
which he encircled her.
81 thought heard Lyman come in with
you,'' she said, hrrriediy "Where is he?"
ssYou heard 6, more important person, my