The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-02-14
ERICA'S SACRIFICE
A QUESTION OF
forgiveness or Dishonor.
XII.
WHAT THEY SAID IN THE CLUES

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CHAPTER XII.
WHAT THEY sAID IN THE CLUBS.
"There goes a man." said Archie
Proctor, 'sfor whom Fate seems to have
reserved all her whips and scorpions
l fancy all the fairies but one, as ONE
one says, assisted at his birth"
The remark was made to two or three
men who were in the smoking-room of
the Norfolk and they one and all
looked up.
"Who are you talking OPP asked one,
with a half smile of surprise at this
solemn assertion.
"That man there replied Archie,
waving his hand towards the window.
Cheshunt-the one on that splendid
horse?n cried Greville, the writer.
why, that's Philip st. John, the mar
of the day. You might single out some
other unlucky dog for your ~sententious
observations
Zone of the luckiest fellows said
another. 1.-The mans famous, and isn't
above two OF three and thirty. Wish |
were he, that's ALL"
Then" said Mr.. Proctor, grimly,
'syou wouldn't say so if you as much
about him as | do. l wouldn't change
places with Philip st. John with all his
gifts of mind and person, and his fame"
whats up, them" %laconically asked
Captain Cartwright, who was popularity
supposed to know everything, but clear
ly didn't know this.
81 wonder he's never married, put in
Greville, still watching the grave and
handsome hterdteur, who was chivalrous
in his courtesy to all women. but had
never singled out n above the other
for more than the ordinary attention of
a gentleman.
SHe is married" said Proctor, "as
far az l know, at least"
"Married!n they all echoed. "Never
knew it till this day: never saw his
wife. BY the way, wasn't there some
thing about a brother who was muir
dered about three or four years back?''
His brother Walter-yes, a young
fellow in the Lancers," answered Proc
salient quality. mot like this one, Oh.
dear, no. A good sort of young fellow
clever, too-but not much backbone
in him. He got drawn into betting and
all sorts of ~games-that he never said 4
word about, of course. to st. John, who
"a then away from London. 1t came
out at the inquest, | remember. They
have never found the murderer. And
them added Proctor, after a pause, 'ht
came bacA laton his brothers. funeral tC
find h. wife gone off with someone, AZ
old y rs,t, | suppose. Young thing she
was-such a beauty"
There was a moments silence. The,
all knew Philip st. John to acertain eN.
tent, and this page in his past life re
vealed to them was sorrowlul enough tc
fo1lrh tho mpCt paralnca thnra
And so deuced proud as he ISL sale
Greville, at length, as if uttering alout
the conclusion to a train of thought.
"Hush!' said Cartwright, quickly
"he's just dismonnted and is coming
In w.
These three years have s%carcel,
changed him. In the brilliant eye:
there lies the deathless acknowledges
graver, perhaps; the lips are set more
sternly, and it may be there is some
thing now about him that chills and re
pels, yet still he unconsciously draw
men to him by the brilliant gifts thai
compel homage and reverence.
But not N could read the daily am
soul, torture scarcely dulled by time
for what time can ever skin over hon
or's wounds? Who could guess TIL
eternal conflict of the love that woul,
not, could not die. with the indomitabl
pride that could never Stoop to forgive;
deadly wrong to honor.
Once among his letterS-many Their
We're; some dainty scented pink note
that were tossed unopened aside-thert
came ore the writing on which sent
lightning thrill to his heart that seemed
to stab him with a desperate pain. III
had taken it up and looked a brief mo
ment on the characters, traced he conl,
think in what anguish perhaps; then
with lips close pressed, and hand tina
never faltered, he had put it unopene,
into an envelope. and sent it back L
that little cottage OH the cliffs at Grayle
The man would know where to send i
probably. And then he had sat TIL
long night through, his head bowed O
his hands, without once moving.
Three years of such suffering, and
lifetime lay before him. What wo!
drous power is given to man to suffer
And vet the whole world of intellec
was at his feet. He wa sought by al
Society welcomed him and would hay
opened its doors to the famous Herdteitl
He came in now to the smoking-roor
and glanced round. shaking hands wit
Proctor and the others.
lie turned to Greviile.
"You are the man l wanted. 1kne'
I should find you devoted to cigars a
three o'clock"
YOU'RE too bad, st. john said Gre
vile, laughing and coloring: don
ggudge a poor devil his cigar: I've bee
working like Il galley-slave all til
morning. and a man must have a Smoll
after luncheon
Luncheon from m to two: cigar
from two to three" said Philip, and tn
men laughed. for Greville's devotion t
cigars was a joke among them; but
did not come TO take you to task. but t
give you an invitation from the editc
of the Circle He has a dinner-part
to-night-cverybody you ought to kno'
will be there. l spoke to him to-da
about you"
, 'You are too kind, st. John sal
Greville, earnestly; "how can | than
, you for troubling yourself?'
II want a clever man for the Circle
r mon cher" answered Philip, without
/. smile; ''toila tout, there is no room fl
thanks"
and you wouldn't believe ! meaI
them if l gave Them Greville sal,
with a sort of manner with which
r man makes Il venture Cn.tntrted groun'
! But Philip only smiled a little, I'll
: half sarcastic smile that was yet NJ
r unkindly, as he turned to go.
My faith would last as long as you
gratitude. l dare say. must go now,
! nave a MAJ to see IN hampstead some
; where; if you have a moment to-mol
row. Greville, You can bring your cfga
to my chambers, from two to three an
tell me how you Jared with llarrint
tom
Aren't You going tonight, then:
t asked Greville.
mo: | shall not have time. | ha.
i work to do. ] shall see you tomorrow.
d CHAPTER XIII.
c '"FoRGIyENEss Or DIsHoNoR."
Along the white dusty road, chequere
with the shadow of sweet-Sccnted !;
n burnlms and chestnut trees, a hanson
$ cab came bowling along at a swift pac,
1t was one of those pretty suburban IT
8 treats upon which the advance of bricl