Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-01-16

81 TELL YOU Nop'
into Miss Cazalet's pale blue eyes hardly 10
be admired. She has been overthrown in
public favor by this her foe.
"You have tIiumphed to ~ in this
matter" she says in a soft tone, looking
with smile into Norah's large, dark eyes.
cit is sign, you think, an indication that
you will triumph always But tell you
no"
The delicate flush dies out Of Norah's
cheeks. She grows very pale. 1t is i'm
possible 30 misunderstood what has been
ga d, what has been meant Has this girl
WHO towers above her like her evil gen.
ius, white and fair though she be-can she
have guessed her cruel secret; has she pierced
into her soul and read there the love tE2:
was reared in pain, and yet thrives with q
vigor that de1es al hope of death. This
sudden fear b anches her cheek, but through
it all runs horror of the coarseness that
has permitted such words to lie spoken.
"Always to triumph Nc" she says
codly, and with admirable self-possession.
THAT Is given TO few, to none perhaps.
And there are days, l confess, when my
serving is a very lamen;able failure"
''Miss Cazalet, | think Madam Delaney
wants you'll might be permitted" says
Sir BraGtlrum at this instant, who general
ly spoke in half sentences.
katherine moves away with him, that
curious light still within her eyes, and
Norah, feeling tired, dispirited, heartsick,
turns round and walks aimlessly in the
other direction.
In the center Of the path she has chosen
she sees Denis, and as he moves a little to
one side to let her pass he looks full at her
a, L., -,..sI. II. q a.
makes no response to it, and only ac-
knowledges his presence by little faint
bow. Then she has passed him. And then
a second later she knows he is beside her,
bending down little as if trying to look
into her face.
''May we not be friends my little cousin?"
asks he gently. She can see that he is
pale, and that there is great WEAKNESS in
| his miserable eyes.
"Friends! Why, that we arc surely"
replies she, her glance upon the ground,
after that one swift upward look that is
now hurting him so fercely.
81 think not. i fear not. Everything"
sadly, as so changed. AT home, there, in
Ballyhinch, where first we met, you were
| so differe at
"Ah, there was in my fathers house."
with a desperate effect at serenity. Then
|
| guest. " The words fall from her like
stones Oh why must they be saidS What
evil fate has thrust this burden on herI
But pride, pride-what is it q woman will
not sacrifice for that
''What do you wish me to understand"
asked he, growing, If possible, O shade
| paler. That all those sweet days were a
mere wearying of the flesh to you? That
| you suiTe-rd me, indeed but that no honest
feeling - friendship towards me-that
feeling" holly, too which / would have
sworn-ever existed in your breast. Norahl
Is that the TRUTH Is that your meaning"
''Take it as you will, ;" says she icily,
although her lips are trembling "You
should not have asked the question"
They had stopped in the center OF q
grass plot, rather deserted at the moment,
and now she looks restiessly past him, and
from side to side, as If seeking mutely a
way Of escape.
he says, unuttcrable despair in his tone. AS
he speaks he moves little to one side, as
though to let her pass
'No, no. You must not think that, I"
murmurs she family. She lifts her gaze to
his, and he can see that, all at once as it
were, the comhative look has gone from
her eyes. Riven as he Is with counter
emotions he can see that.
''Norah!" he excla ms, in a low piercing
tone, catching her hand.
And then it Is all over, and nothing Is
left him but the remembrance Of the
frown the passionately contemptuous
glance of those gray eyes-the naughty
curl of the lips. She is half way across tho
lawn now, moving qui ky, as if little
frightened to where Kilgarrif is standing.
There is something in her whole air that
seems TO Delaney standing there white,
angry, stricken, suggestive of n desire for
help, for protectionl To protect her from
him In that lies the sting-the bitterness
oft. And to 60 TO Kilga riff of all meni
What after all, IL that old friendship was
ripening into something warmer if-even
| as she had refused him-the divine spark
that lies in every heart had broken into
fame? How often does foolish child,
frightened, puzzled, 10y some strange, new
experience, answer at random, scarce know
ing its own mind
And yet-and yet-how could he forget
Once again she stands upon the stepping
stones-once again she sways and trembes
and once again-alas! alasl for the
mourntnl sweetness of a past moment never
to be known again-she is within his arms
She LES upon his breast; willingly, he feels
and knows; against his heart her heart
beats And then the pretty head thrown
back, the eyes-such eyes-looking with
that swift, shy rapture into his. II is a
momentary glance indeed-a fash. But,
OIL what world of tender love it holdsl
Yes, she loves him. That one sweet
glance has betrayed her. Though twenty
thousand demons yelled the contrary in his
ear he would not believe 10. So fair a
building could hold within no blot, no
falsity. A thrill of passionate joyousness
strikes him, as memory holds km captive
at her will; and then all at once she releases
him, and the present stands cold and bleak
before him, without hope or chance Of
escape from the thralldcm into which he
has sold himself, OF knowing; there Is
Norah little way OF, smiling into Kill
garriff's face, touch Of positive relief on
her lovely face. He feels stunned, mani
mate. How can he go on like this
To BE CONTINUED.