The Red Cloud chief., 1892-06-17

In high good humor. Edward Batters-
by had mot him, and had invited him
to dine Mt q fashionable restaurant thas
evening. -
"Men orc made Of tougher materials
than you fancy" Uncle Wake replied,
with q reassuring smile. HE looked
well enough when I saw him. Take
my word for IL, that headache was an
excuse for ill-temper. Don't be fussy
about him, my dear. He will find his
way back to you whom the tit is over"
Then he brought n Of tho books
that were piled upon the table, and be-
gan to read n poem aloud. The verses
were we'll chosen, and his voice was
pleasant to her ears. So the afternoon
glided into evening, and when Mrs.
Wake came home, more pcnsive and
shadowy than ever after her visit to
Jessie, Olive was able to meet her with
checrfulness. IL was hard to see Mich
ael's vacant place at the supper table;
but Uncle Wake encouraged her with
smiles, and talked quito openly of tho
absent lover.
"If he does not come in on Monday or
Tuesday, 1 shall go and look him up"
| he said. "Ah, Mrs. Wake, how unrca-
sonable you used to be II / ever dared
to have q headache! II Is only women
| who arc allowed to be invnlids. A lover
ought to have I'm iron constitution"
"You always had" his wife remarked,
''but Michael Is not made Of iron. and
he looks Us II he had nerves Perhaps
he is n little irritable sometimes. I
know he has Il short manner, but what
is manner when n man is handwriting
and steady? When l looked mt our poor
Jessie to-day, Icould not help thinking
Of Olives good fortune"
For years, everybody had been talk
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
Bile and grateful, and she was humble
and grateful still; only q subtle change
was stealing over the humility and
gratitude. She did not think less of
Michael, mol was she less lowly In
mind, but she had begun to use GER
oped in her village home.
She had learned lately that there are
certain aspirations which cannot bc
stifled, even Mt loves command, with.
out sclf-dcgrndation. Truly he who
fndeth his life in this world only, shall
lose it,; tho worship Of things that per-
ish in the using destroys all spiritual
life in the worshipcr. Olive had found
out this truth.
When she lay down to rest that night
she fell into n 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. lie was once more the younger
and simpler Michael Of the past; they
we're happy in the old-fashioned way OF
rustic lovers. Then Jane and 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 q
London day, with that granddaughter
ringing in her ears. And then all the
bitterness Of yesterday came back like
n flood, and she remembered that she
and Michael had drifted apart.
But downstairs there was the every
day life awaiting her, full Of its whole
some work and cheerfulness. And
there was n note from Michael, nd
dressed to herself, and written late or
Sunday night.
dearest Olive" Ut ran), "Do moi
wonder Mt my absence for n few days
I hope to bring you good news when
come. My'head is better.
yours as yer, M. c."