The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-06-05

Strangely She paused q moment, and
then continued with flushed cheeks and
wild eyes: "Ahi to what will not my un-
governable temper lead me Il I am
tempted too muchi try to control Il,
but sometimes am not mistress Of my.
self II Is very humiliating to think Of
IT,"
She put the pistol In her cloak pocket
with gesture Of disgust and looked up
at me with eyes In which there was Q
strange, unconscious, beseeching look
that thrilled to my soul
Miss Clare" | said. in a low, steady
voice, "the unaccustomed solitude Of
your life has made you morbid. The un-
healthy impulse you mention Is common
10 sensitive minds, particularly when the
surroundings favor It. Pray. has your
demon presented himself In tangible
tormH Has he an eye Of coal and q
tongue Of fameT'
She turned away her face with q look
Of relief.
~ know I am childish sometimes.
did not use to be So" in o faltering
voice. "Do trouble and persecution
make one grow imbecileT she asked sud
denly, looking at me-
They do sometimes" ! answered.
But they never would have that effect
upon you-it would be q worse effect,
am afraid"
"Worsei How Is that" she asked,
coming step nearer mo In her interest
mako you cynical and unbelieving-
make you doubt the existence Of faith,
love and purity In the world. God de-
liver you from such fate. for there is
none worsen
uttered the last words with all the
fervency / felt. took the hand that
hung by her side. She did not withdraw
it Immediately. She looked down and
said with unutterable sadness:
Il have distrusted everybody, every
thing; l have almost lost faith In God
himself. Such treachery, such vile, In
human wretches as l have known-and
10 think that once blindly believed and
trusted In themi Can you, Mr.. Perrom.
after your years Of battle with heworld,
can you still tell ono to believe In human
nature-to believe In trustworthiness once
moreY
Her voice changed from the cadenceof
sadness to the clear, impetuous question
ing that will be answered.
Ihesitated for q moment The power
full, fiery love within me pleaded hard for
utterance. Ibroke out with rapid words:
Miss Clare, offer you my lie to oshow
b,k -. - all L.. ka sS4.s-l1
to you, one man will be true"
All my soul was in my words. could
have died, gladly and worthily for an
assurance Of love from Viviane Clare
She averted her face, but saw the
dropping lid, the quivering mouth. For
a moment she did not speak--at last she
said:
my last words were not said to ex.
tract that expression from you, Mr.. Per
rom; you do not know what fate you
seek"
She walked away o little distance.
When she came back, her face was quiet
her manner that indescribable min
Cling Of the utmost cordiality with the
utmost reserve.
Il trust 10 youI Mr. ferrom, 70 point
out my faults Of position and aim; for
in this shooting l must rival friend Of
mine who has declared thata woman's
nerves are not steady enough to hit
target"
Could I give up thus easily my happi-
ness for life1 l could, at least, control
my face and tone. The voice In which
Irplied to Miss Clare was the same in
which might have spoken to Mrs. Jer.
dan.
She raised her pistol for another trial,
when her hand was stayed by the sound
Of rapid footsteps on the frozen ground,
and the appearance Of o man walking
toward US from few yards behind the
target. The hand fell to her side with
her finger still on the trigger. Instead
Of looking toward the man, / instructive
ly, and with feeling Of dread, looked
at Miss Clare. An the color that the
sharp air had called to her face gradually
left Il. Her very lips paled and seemed
TO grow moveless.