The Red Cloud chief., 1892-07-01
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CuApTEf, XII oNriYurp.

CHAPTER XI- CoSTiSurp.
Olive could not tell what hymn was
sung after the She vas still
vibrating TO the sound of the preachers
toncs--his strong sympathy, his perfect
knowledge Of all the needs of humanity,
Ind satisfied her ycnrning ut last. She
was no longer unsubmissivc to the will
of God: lie had spoken 10 her by this
human voice, and
1T iiniscd all pcrpicxcd meanings
Into one perfect peace"
The sunshine was still resting tran
gully on the grass when she came out,
and she asccnded tho stone steps with n
grateful glance ut the ivicd bank that
slopcd up to the churchyard. She was
going back again into the old world; but
II was not quite the same old world that
It had been In the carly morning. II is
q world that changes q good many
times in the curse OF ones lifetime
changes htc u hillside with the lights
and shadows always fitting over II.
The girl walked slowly along tho path
under the trees; she was In no haste to
leave a spot where she had found rest
unto her soul.
Some one saw her walking alone
down that path with n curious feeling
Of satisfaction. There was no light
haired young mar waiting for her Mt the
gate with a supercilious smile. Quite
alone she went up the sharp slope Of
the narrow street, passed through the
little crowd nj the print-shop corner,
and took her solitary way towards
Charing Cross. This was his way also,
80 that he was fully justified In respect
fully following her.
She stopped short at the door Of n
n shabby book shop and pulled the
bell. This movement brought her face
60 face with her follower, but she did
not see him. On her face was u new
look that told of peace; but the first
flush and radiance Of early youth were
gone. She had lived a whole lifetime
since the day when he had seer her sit.
ting under the larchcs. Vas she less
beautiful? lie did not think so, although
the delicate features were n little sharp
encd and the soft checks had palcd.
Olives beauty did not depend on the
bloom Of girlhood.
Seaward Aylstone had gone abroad fol
his summer holiday with that face i'm,
printed on his memory. lie was q
painter and was always looking abou,
for pretty faces; but this face possessed
some strange spiritual grace of it's owr
which escaped him when he tried to pu'
II On canvas. Yet he was u successful,
man and could write A. II. a. after hi.
name. People said he never failed IL
anything that he seriously undertook
nut then people never will understan,
that the lives Of all true artists are full
OF unsupported failures. The beauty O
the uncXpresscd will always haunt on
real painters and poets 10 their dyin,
day. Beside every finished work, frcsI
from the brain. stands the ideal of tn
worker with its gentle. hooking smile
Thinking constantly OF that one fac
In England, Scaward A~ylstone some
times lighted on other faces which r,
minded him Of II. Once 1t was a pea.
ant girl with her skirts gathered u,
and n load Of vine leaves lightly ba
anced on her head, who looked ut hi,
innocently with Olives brown eye
lie stopped her for a moment, Il,
cheeks crimsoned, she answered him 4
q few childish words; and 10! the lik
ness had Aedl Wherever he tested u r.
semblance II vanished; and this set hi
longing foolishly for another glimpse
the woman whose counterpart was n
where to be found.
Onthe very first Sunday after his =
turn he caught sight Of her In II
Chapel Royal, and followed her hon
after service. II was an omen,
thought, that he was destined to s
moro Of her yet.
lie had arrived ut his old-fashion'
house In Cecil street on Saturday nigl
and had found everything in due ord
there. The Ivy that was trained
over the balcony was kept So fresh
green that II was a marvel to Lond'
eyes; the shrubs In the huge majoli
Jars flourishing brnvcly. In tho stud
there were flowers arranged artistical
in an ancient china bowl.
$50 Miss v;lliers has been here?"
said TO his housekeeper.
"Ycs. sir" the old woman answers
.and che left word that she would cor
aud drink ten with you on Sunday q
ernoon."
'sThat means that Adcline wants
have q confidential chat with me-"
thought. what shall we do wi
granny II she insists on coming too?"
Adeline Villicrs and Seaward A.
stone were hrst cousins. While Sc