The Red Cloud chief., 1892-07-08

trnctive rs she is, would help Clnud TO
begin n new life and n new love. But l
have never been happy about the mat
ter; and I see plainly that Claud cannot
forget"
"You have all behaved cruelty TO Miss
Villicrs." said the chaplain uncompro-
misingly. III this story is hushed up
before marriage 1t is sure to come ont
afterwards. And if I judge Adelinc
Villiers rightly she Is n woman who
would suffer acutely under the blow OF
such n disclosure. Besides this ill-used
girl may reappear?"
IL have thought Of that" Scaward
answered sadly. ''And yet I fancicd
that she would not live long after
Clnud's dcscrtion. Hers was the kind
Of beauty that one always associates
with carly decay"
''Thcn she was very beautiful"
"Would you like to SEQ her portrait?"
said Aylstone. II made q study Of her
head
The chaplain assented, ard Seaward
led the way upstairs TO the studio.
Then he turned up the lamps, and
went to o corner where two or three
unframed pictures were leaning against
the wall.
~ always meant to put her into q
group" he said. II had nm idea in my
mind, but I never carried 1t out, and
then she disappeared; and somehow !
have never cared to look often at this"
lie turned the canvas to the light, and
showed q pure delicate face, and n soft
mass OF golden hair, in which was a
spray Of jessamine. Only the head was
finished; some Almy drapcry, gathered
loosely round the shoulders, was put In
with q few careless touches. Blu IL was
q life-likc c~ountenancc that looked back
On tho gazcrs with beautiful melancholy
eyes and u faint smile.
II have not ilattcrcd her in the least"
remarked Seward, and then, without
further comment, he carried the picture
out Of the light, and put Il gently down
In tho corner once more. Only this
timc the face was not turned towards
the wall.
They went downstairs and parted
somewhat gravely In the hall.
ION Saturday afternoon" the chap
lain said, II will bring Miss Winfield"
Ic vent out into the London night,
and Seward returned to tho frcside
and mcditated, until the warmth and
quictness drew him away into dream.
land. In sleep he saw tho fair face
lowering near another, whose richer.
darker beauty vas always in his walk
ing thoughts. And 1t seemed to him
that the golden-haircd woman looked
at him with mute cntreaty as IL pray
ing that the brown-eycd girl might have
q happier fate than her own.
lie woke up suddenly with two lines
OF an old song ringing in his ears, and
and then nc remembered that the mar
who wrote that song was resting some
where under the green grass Of the old
Savoy churchyard. He went up to his
room with q firm step and u resolute
heart, singing George Witheg's we'll
known words in IN undcrtonc:
"If she love me. this believe,
would dio orc she should grieve."
Seaward Aylstonc had gone regularly
to the chapel on Sundays for years. lie
belonged to the crowd of deep thinkers
and earnest brain-workers who gath
cred round Mr.. Sidney. and found rest
and rcfreshment in his teaching. There
was q freshness ind quictncss in the
chaplain's sermons; his voice guided his
hearers TO tho green pastures and still
waters OF life, and Scaward, who was
an eager toiler, spending himself on his
art, felt the good of this rcstful infrr
ence
One day he saw Olive among the con-
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seen, TO her w door. Other Sundays
came, and he saw her again and again,
and he lonaed to speak To her and know
her. And then he opened his mind To
the chaplain
Mr.. Sidney already knew something
of Samuel Wake, and had gone to the