Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1890-05-16

ncctcd thought being:
/ Il was fool to expect to find her tho
first day"
! Without dreams, without waking,
slept on I'LL the dawn of my second
days search. The days that followed
/ seemed To he sapping at the citadel of
my life, with their harassing vexations;
their false, fluttcring hopes; their con-
tilual miserable defeats There was
this moment the eager, absorbing hope,
almost a belief; then the instanta-
neous sinking. Could she be there
and not find her-I, in whom tho de-
sire, the longing had now become web
nigh ungovernable? 1t Is Victor Hugo
who says that love. while it consumes,
Eliminates st this period, felt only
the devouring; was not conscious Of the
light
When had been In Montreal a fort
night, | received letter from Mrs. Jer-
dan. saying that Gilroy was getting on
slowly, but safely. That comforted me
greatly.
Four weeks Of this life. I determined
on going to Boston and seeing Miss
Clares uncle. It was in tho afternoon
that l resolved to 60 by the evening
train. 1t happened to be the day conse-
Grated to patron saint Of the city.
Crowds Of people were moving in the
streets that led to the cathedral Since
my stay in Montreal, had made one of
every gathering. So, sauntering from
my hotel, l joined tho stream Of human
beings. The instant was fairly with
them I became alert, my glances falling
rapidly on each lady that was near, and
prying with persistent search over the
heads to those at q distance.
Borne INCREASINGLY by this living tide,
entered tho cathedral and leaned
against pillar. Becoming insensibly
affected by the organ and tho chanting,
closed my eyes and gave myself for the
moment into the arms Of that ineffable
ecstasy which music only can invoke.
Still with my eyes closed, still with my
soul infused by the harmony, gradually
upon my senses there stole faint per-
fume. peculiar and rare-a fragrance
which knew only by It's being insepa.
rable from Miss Clare. Thrilled with
unspeakable happiness remained an in
slant longer with shut eyes, transported
by that music and that vision.
The last melodious flute in tho organ
died away in sweetness. okedaround.
; In all that crowd ! saw only q woman
who knelt two seats in front of where
stood. Her back was toward me. She
was dressed in black. A long veil fell
down and almost encircled her. In her
form. in her position, there seemed that
indescribablo air. that high bred grace
which is innate, and never acquired.
My temples throbbed. my whole frame
quivered with suppressed expectation.
Miss Clare was in Montreal: this must be
Miss Clare. This was the only woman
| had ever seen who resembled her. As
l watched her she raised her handker-
chief to her face. Again that exquisite
| perfume. Icould not see her face-not
the slightest outline of it-but her figure
was the same; there seemed the same
supple elasticity.
Patiently waited. hardly conscious Of
the pushing, vibrating crowd around me.
| At last the mass was said, the procession
! formed and winding out from the gothic
entrance. The unknown lady rose; she
leaned with careless elegance over the
railing, ono hand by her side, holding a
shining. purple bound prayer book. At
sight OF that book shadow darkened
me. Miss Clare might come to high
mass, but would sho have Il prayer book?
She slowly turned her head; my fingers
frightened over my walking stick. saw
the profile Of handsome face. with
beautiful eyes. but it was not the face of
| Viviane Clare. turned and fed. lean
use no other word for the hcadlong speed
with which / left tho church. Ivan.
dered with blind rapidity; l thought /
was trying to find my hotel. but when I
reused myself l was in o different part
Of the city. My hurried walk became u
slow plodding with downcast eyes.
only reached tho hotel in time to
start for the depot. l stopped ut the
town where Mrs. Jordan lived. Mr..
Gilroy was still confined to his room;
he had been severely wounded.
did not venture upon an interview with
him, but posted to Boston. was right
in feeling sure that Gilroy would never
mention how he became hurt. He mag
ined q revenge sweeter than that.
In Boston l found Mr.. Clare, by the
aid Of the directory. Ho lived in hand
some house, in fashionable locality.
and instinctively hated him for it Us !
mounted the broad steps.
My powers Of observation and penctra-
ton oil rallied to my help when Mr.
Clare ut last came into the parlor to see
me. Il must be mistaken in my idea Q!
this man." said to myself as l looked
at him when he returned my bow.
| A man somewhat past middle age, his
dark hair whitened. his mild eyes lighted
only by an expression OF courteous in
quiry. This man has been duped by
Gilroy." thought.
He looked at my card and said:
Mr.. Pcrrom. pray b. seated"
sat down again. did not like his
voice: 1t was not in accordance with his
face. was going to surprise him, for !
thought should then discover moro.
should thus disarm him for moment.
"You will, hope, excuse me. but will
| YOU VciI UlC Will ~ the IstSL ucW6 ITOKD
your niece. Miss Clare!"
He looked ut me with the sudden,
quick bristling Of cat.
"VivianeY" he cried. in tone SO harsh.
and at the same time SD trcacherous,
that could hardly refrain from motion
Of rcpulsion. It was that mans voice,
not his face. that betrayed the tiger.
| I -
answered. carclessly.
do you bring any news from herr"
he inquired. with an anxiety that | saw
WINS intense. notwithstanding iis effort
to conceal it. In those words and that
manner he had revealed to me that
which l came to discover, unless, indeed,
he was a more consummate actor than
thought him.
His search. too. had been fruitlcss; he
did not know. any more than l. where
viviane Clare had gene.
ION the contrary. came to hear from
her," said.
He looked ut me scrutinizingly. but he
did not ask me any questions, as seemed
natural He resumed his polite air and
said:
unfortunately. can give you no In
formation"
"In that case. will not intrude
longer" responded, rising.
At tho door he said. with o peculiar
laugh:
I'VE do not learn much. do we. Mr..
PerromT
1T appears So" replied, and went
down the steps. I no longer wondered