Dodge City times., 1890-05-23

because your beauty has iaded with tfu,s
Doesn't your bright Imagination see it Il
now! Ny old friend, Arabella, ready ant
poor fellows heart when he knew, II b
once lost the trace of you, he might lose
forever-there's the situation, Is they cal
/. Oh the stage. wish could say for nv
self what 1 may say for Mrs. Vimpapy
It's such pleasure to . clever woman {,
engage in little deceit-we can't blamt
her, can wes"
Iris protested gently against q code o.
morality which included the right Of de
ceit among the privileges of the sex. LORD
Harry slipped through her fingers will
the admirable Irish readiness: he agreed
with Miss Henley that he was entirely
wrong.
"And don't spare me while you're abou,
it." he suggested. Lay all the blame o
that shameful stratagem on my shoulders
1t was despicable thing to do When
had you watched acted in q mannef-l
won't say unworthy Of . gentleman; have
been a gentleman since first ran away
from home! Why, it's even been said my
way of speaking is no longer the way Of {
the company I've kept. All. well! I'm
off again. darling, on q sea voyage Will
you forgive me now, or will you wait till
come back, il / do come back? God
knowsr' He dropped on his knees and
kissed her hand. Anyway" he said;
whether I live or whether die, it will be
some consolation to remember that I ask.
ed YOUR par.lOn-and perhaps got it."
Take it, Harry; can't help fOrgivinp
your
She had done her kest to resist him.
and she had answered in those merciful
words
The effect was visible, perilously visible,
as he rose from his knees. Her one chance
Of keeping the distance between them, on
which she had been too weak to insist,
was not to encourage him by silence.
Abruptly. desperately, she made q COM
monplace inquiry about his proposed voy-
age Tell me-" she resumed, "where are
you going when you leave England:'
''Oh, to find money, dear, if I can-to
pick up diamonds. or to hit on a mine Of
gold, and SO forth"
The fine observation of Iris detected
something not quite easy in his manner.
as he made that reply. He tried to change
the subject; she deliberately returned to
it. Your account of your travelling plans
is rather vague" she told him. do you
know when you are likely to return,"
He took her hand. One of the rings on
her fingers happened to be turned the
wrong way. He set it in the right position.
and discovered an opal. 'Ah!the uulucky
stOnen he cried, and turned il back again
out Of sight. She drew away her hand.
Il asked you," she persisted, when you
expect to return."
He laughed-not so gayly as usual
How do know shall ever get back.'
he answered. Sometimes the seas turn
traitor, and sometimes the savages. I
have had SO many narrow escapes OF my
life / can't expect my luck to last forever" I"
be made second attempt to change the
subject. II wonder whether you're likely
to pay another visit to Irelandi My cot
taSe is entirely at your disposal, Iris,
dear. Oh. when I'm out of the way, Of
cOursei The place seemed to please your
fancy when you saw it. You will find it
well taken care of, l answer for that"
Iris asked who was taking care of his
cottage.
The Wild lords face saddened. He hes
itated. ross from his chair restlessly and
walked away to the window, returned and
made up his mind to reply.
My dear, you know her. She was the
old housekeeper at"
His voice failed him. He was unable. or
unwilling, to pronounce the name of Ar.
thurs farm.
knowing. it is needless to say, that he
alluded to Mrs. LewsOn. Iris warmly COM
mended him for taking care Of her old
nurse. At the same time, she remembered
the unfriendly terms in which the house
keeper had alluded to Lord Harry when
the had talked of him.
Did you find no difficulty" she asked,
sin persuading Mrs. Lewson to enter your
service:"
''Oh, yes, plenty of difficulty: found my
bad character in my way, as usual" II
was a relief to him, at that moment, to
talk OF Mrs. LewsOn; the Irish humOr and
the Irish accent both asserted themselves
in his reply. The curious old creature
told me to my face was scamp took
IAAw .,.xV L. = "A
OF a respectable person, like herself, to re-
form scamps: also mentioned that was
going away, and she could be master and
mistress, too, On my small property. That
sOftepei her heart towards me. You will
mostly find old women anienabie. II you
get at them by way of their dignity. Be-
sides, there was another lucky circum-
stance that helped me. Tho neighbOr
hood of my cottage has some attraction
for Mrs. Lewson She didn't say particu-
larly what 1t was-and never asked her
to tell me-"
surely you might have guessed Il,
without being told" Iris reminded him.
Mrs. LewsOn's faithful heart loves poor
Arthurs memory-and Arthur's grave u
not far from your cottage"
Don't speak of him."
1t was said loudly, peremptorily, pas
siOnately. He looked at her with angry
astOnishment in his face. "You loved him
toor' he said. "Can you speak of him
quietlyl The noblest, truest. sweetest
man that ever the heavens looked on,
foully assassinated. And the wretch who
murdered him still living. free-oh, what
is Gods providence abOut?-is there no
retributiOn that will follow him? no Just
hand that will revenge Arthur's deathi"
As those fierce words escaped him, he
was no longer the easy, gentle, joyous
creature whom Iris had known and loved.
The furious passions of tho Celtic race
glittered savagely in his eyes, and changed
to gray, horrid pallor the healthy color
temper. my temperI' he cried, a. Iris
shrank from him. "She hates me now,
and no wonder" He staggered away from
her, and burst into q convulsive fit Of cry.
ing, dreadful to hear. Compassion, d.