The Red Cloud chief., 1892-07-15

cnapCI On sundays lncy HiWeys
talked TO each other in a friendly fash
ion; yet on her side there was n little
reserve, on his n great deal Of defer
ence. Olive was not n girl who wore
her heart upon her sleeve. IL was u
very faithful heart, its deep rounds
were even now scarcely healed, and
she carried II securely locked up in her
own bosom. AS to Scaward. he had nl-
ways been rather n grave young man.
who had chosen 70 live his own life
md work hard ut his profession. But
it had never been Il selfish life, and tho
fame that he had won had not been
gained at the cost of better things.
Their talk about Lucy had brought
them ncarc together than anything
else could have done. Her portrait
was hanging now on the wall of Olives
little room, and It's presence there gave
her n sense of quiet companionship.
All was quiet in Olives life now-
thoughts, friendships. hopes, were nll
of the most tranquil kind. The calm
that had first fallen on her spirit within
the chapel walls had lever passed
away, the chaplain's voice still led
her forth beside the waters of COM
fort;'' and day after day she proved that
II was:
Better TO have o quiet grief than q h~urrying
delight:
Better the twilight Of tho dawn than the noon.
day burning bri yht."
One day Aaron Fcnlal;c came 10 see
her again. lie had found work to do,
but the wages were small, and he looked
Ill. ,.... ..l ..l u1N.. ,.n. .,A
need to tell her that Michael was mar
ried; she had seen the announcement
of his marriage I'm the paper, and no
further tidings of him had cver reached
her cars. But Aaron had watched OPP
portunitics. and had eve hung about
old Mr.. Battcrsby's great house ut
hampstead To find out how things went
on.
"Why are you anxious to know"
Olive asked. IL think IL Is best to be in
ignorance. Let him alone; we nave
nothing more to do with him. Aaron"
II van to SEQ whether the wicked
will always flourish like the green bay
tree he answered Friinly. ~ am
waiting for the time when he will be
withcrcd up, roo and branch. Hasn't
he spoiled your life and minc?"
NO" she said; lit is our wv fault
II II lives are spoiled, not his. We arc
fools, Aaron, IL we will not build n new
house because the old palace is u ruin.
Are we TO waste ~ time in sitting
among the fragments of shattered hopes
and mourning ovcr thcm?" .
That is just what | am doing every
day." replied Aaron.
"And that Is just what you must not
do. Aaron, why can't you leave of
brooding over your wrongs? Is your
heart so full of hate that there is no room
for love in it?"
He was silent, and she went on.
Have you forgotten Jane? I hear
that Robert Steel is expected home in
the spring. Aaron. the most faithful
heart canno wait and trust for ever II
no sign is given
His gloomy face flushed, and n sudden
light CLEANED in his eyes. The little
shaft had sped home Mt last.
'Instead OF waiting to see Michael
withcred up root and branch-a thing
which never will come to pass, ! hope
why not make sure of one good thing
while It, may still be he'd? Why not GO
back to the old village and revive the
old love? | wish, Aaron. that you could
get some worl; to do in the country"
II have never thought Of trying" he
said, struck by the idea.
ut would be good for you TO get on,
of London. Promise me, Aaron, tina,
you will write to your old acquaintance
in Pctersfeld. There may be some.
thing for you to do"
81 will think of it, Olive he replied
mo, don't think of it do it. Some
how your thinking always ends in 6
kind of melancholy dreaming. Write &c
Jane, and tell her that you want t.
come back to the old shirc.'
lie looked irresolute. She spranr ur
and got pen, ink and paper.
There" she said, dipping the pen IL
tho ink, and putting it into his hand
~ will stand over you resolutely til
the letter is written"
And she l~aughcd--a soft, merry laugh
that seemed to come ringing back from
the past.
lie had never heard her laugh since
she had como to London, and the sounl
recalled their early days us nothing els.
had ever done. Once morc he was Z
shv lad ronm;pr tb-,,nl, ,lJ -oalz.,.