The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-08-02

.ore her, when he should have gone out
of it.
And she loved him so-she loved him so !
Never, perhaps, had she realized this fact
so thoroughly as at that bitter moment of
final separation.
81 am not good enough for you and they
are quite right to part us" he said, with q
sort of sullen resignation, "but it was my
only hope-my only chance
What will you do, Julian 2" she asked,
timidly, after an interval of sorrowful
silence.
''How do 1 know? Go to the devil,
suppose" he replied, with a desperate
brutality, born of much pain. For his
love had been the one good and true thing
in him; and now the sight of her pale face
and pleading eyes unnamed him and
made him bitter and savage.
If he could alone have borne the suffer-
ing it would not have been so uncomfortable
There was reason why she should be made
to smart.
But there was no justice in the power
that punished the innocent for the sins of
the guilty.
So the very tenderness of the man
helped to harden his heart. and to madden
him. But love lends insight, so it is pos
sible that Katherine understood.
When it was all over his people man
aged to raise some money for him, an d
packed him off to Australia, that refuge
for our scapegraces. Does that much i'll
used country thank US for making her
present of our younger sons and our ne er-
do-wells, l wonder2
Whether or no, at least it is convenient
that, if they have nothing before them but
starvation, they should do their starving
at respectful distance from their aristo-
cratic relations.
He had kept his word. He had said that
he supposed he would go to the devil, and
now 1t certainly appeared from his words
and looks that he had done so in earnest.
But, as for her, she had given herself
over to the good cause body and soul.
They might prevent her from marrying
the one love of her life, but they could not
prevent her from enlisting in the ranks of
the Lords army, much as they might be
scandalized at the low vulgarity of the pro-
ceeding. Had she turned Catholic now
and entered conventional would at least
have been a well-bred notion! Broken
hearts could be hidden in a much more
reputable manner within convent walls,
since the girl was so foolish as to declare
her heart to be broken by a worthless
scamp
But Katherine Villiers had no vocation
Tor the life-if life it can be called-of a
nun. There was a vein of wild tumultu-
Gus blood in her, along with all her good
ness and virtue; and this made her yearn
Tor something more thrilling and exciting
IMAM the dreary, gray monotony of perpet-
ual prayer and perpetual telling of beads.
better to die at once, she thought, than
doom herself to a living death.
just at that time there rolled a sudden
wave ofenthusiasm for the Salvation Army
across the country; and it carried back
with It's ebbing tide one eager, enthusiastic
recruit.
Once more her colorless existince became
infused with vivid tints; gold and purple
notony, and in the blare of trumpets and
waving of banners Captain Kitty forgot
for the first time her own private grief and
despair.
But she had never forgotten to pray for
him. And now? Was the answer to that
prayer come at last?