The Red Cloud chief., 1892-06-17

in high good humor. Edward Batters-
by had met him, and had invited him
to dine Mt q fashionable restaurant that
evening.
"Men are made Of tougher materials
than you fancy" Uncle Wake replied,
with q r~cassuring smile. "Hc looked
we'll enough when I saw him. Take
my word for 1t, that headache was ON
excuse for ill-temper. Don't be fussy
about him, my dear. He will ind his
way back TO you when tho fit Is over"
Then he brought n Of the books
that were piled upon the table, and be-
| gan to read % poem aloud. Tho verses
were well chosen, and his voice was
/ pleasant to her ears. So the afternoon
glided into evening, and when Mrs.
| Wake came home, more pensivc and
shadowy than ever after her visit to
Jessie, Olive was able to meet her with
cheerfulness. II was hard to see Mich
acl's vacant place ut the supper table;
but Uncle Wake encouraged her with
smiles, and talked quite openly Of tho
absent lover.
"If he does not come in on Monday or
Tuesday, / shall go and look him up"
he said. "Ah, Mrs. Wake, how unreal
sonable you used to be II I cver dared
to have q headache! IL Is only women
who arc allowed to be invalids. A lover
ought to have IN iron constitution"
"You always had" his wife remarked,
''but Michael is not made Of iron, and
he looks as II he had nerves. Perhaps
he is n little irritable sometimes. I
know he has n short manner, but what
is manner when n mar Is Woodworking
and steady? When I looked Mt our poor
Jessie to-day, / could not help thinking
Of Olives good fortune"
For years, everybody had been tallk-
ing to Olive, about her good fortune.
Who was she, that such q clever young
man should have set his heart upon
her? The girl had always been hum
bic and grateful, md she was humble
and grateful still; only o subtle change
was stealing ovor tho humility and
gratitude. She did not think less OF
Michael, nor was she less lowly in
mind, but she had begun to use GER
tam faculties which had been undevel-
oped in her village home. =
She had learned lately that there nrc
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stifed, even Mt loves command, with.
out sclf-dcgradation. Truly he who
fndeth his life in this world only, shall
lose It; the worship Of things that per.
ish in the using destroys all spiritual
life in tho worshiper. Olive Ind found
out this truth.
When she lay down TO rest thnt night
she fell into q peaceful sleep, and
dreamed of tho old downs and fields OF
her childhood. Michael was roaming
with her through those calm meadows,
rich with the purple and gold Of sum
mer. He was once more the younger
and simpler Michael Of the past; they
were happy in the old-fashioned way Of
rustic lovers. Then Jane md Aaron
Joined them, and they followed the
course Of the rivulct through the grass,
and laughed for very gladncss Of heart.
She awoke suddenly in the light Of
London day, with that dream-laughtel
ringing in her ears And then NIL the
bitterness Of yesterday came back like
q food, and she remembered that she
and Michael had driftcd apart.
But downstairs there was the every
day life awaiting her, full Of its whole
some work and cheerfulncss. And
there was n note from Michael, nd
dressed TO herself, and written late OF
Sunday night:
dearest Olive" Ut RAM, "Do moi
wonder Mt my absence for o few days
I hope to bring you good news when
como. My'head Is better. r