Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-06-10

the last moment did her no good with
him; rather it increased his passionate,
grieving anger that is tearing his hears
in two. False she was to hor very
core. And weak as false. False TO
both.
A heavy sigh breathing from his
companions white lips at this moment
wakes him from his stormy reverie.
He turns to her.
| A star or two have pierced the
heavens, dusk by this time. and there,
on the left, pale, still crescent Is
stealing TO its throne. Diana, very
young Diana. is awake at last:
'Wide the pale deluge floats"
Slowly up from behind the hill beyond
she comes, shedding glory on the
earth with each slow, trailing step.
'How like queen comes forth the lovely
From the slow opening curtains Of tho
clouds,
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne"
She gives Anketell the chance OF see
! ing how his companion looks
Cold, shivering, chilled TO her
| hearts core. Her pretty face Is not
enly sad, but blue; her little hands,
| lying gloveless (what had she done
with her glovesP) on the rug, look
| shrunken 10 eV0n smaller dimensions
than usual, and arc trembling. A
sharp pang contracts AnketelPs throat
you are coldn' says he, in ton so
! icy that no wonder she shivers afresh.
"No, no." says she hastily, through
clustering teeth.
you must ber' says he angri'y.
with only that little thin jacket on
you. Horer' quilting up with decided
violence warm plaid from under the
seat) put this on you"
Il would rather not" said she,
making an effort TO repulse him.
Put it on directly!" says he. so
flercely thai she gives in without
another word. In twining it around
her his hand comes in contact with
hers Your hands are like icev'
saws he. his voice once again breath
| ing fury. "What do you mean by it?
Was there no rug, that you shou d
thus be dy ng Of coldP"
II dost mind the cold; l don't think
OF it." says she wear ly.
Then think of il now! put your
hands under the rug instantly"
His manner is really almost unbear-
able; but Miss McDermot has got TO
such low ebb that she has not tee
courage to resent it. He pulls up the
rug.
''Cover them at oncew says he, and
she meelSly obeys him. What Goes it
matter?--it is all over between him
and her. 1t "a quite plain to her that.
even il ignorant OF this evenings work,
he still detests her. His tone. manner,
entire air, convince her of that. Well,
she will Civ. him an opportunity of
honorably getting rid of her. She
will tell him OF her intention of run
ming away with Eyre. That will do
it! He is just the sort of man to
stick to his wo through thi~k and
thin, however hateful the task may be.
But whe1 he hears that she deliberat :
ly meant to run away with some one
elsep Oh. was it deliberate? She
will tell him, but not now. To-mor-
row. perhaps. No (sternly)-Uo-mor-
row. certa My. He is coming to dine
with them, and after dinner. in thu
drawing room, she can then give him
the opportunity of releasing himself
from this unfortunate engagement
How glad he will bel how
Anketell moves uneasily in his seat
What is that little soft, sad, broken
hearted sound that las fallen on his
ears? Dulcinea is crying-so much Is
plain. Not noisily. mt obtrusively-
it is, indeed, a stiaed, desperately
stifled sob. that betrays.
AZ am afrai you are unh Rppy about
something" says he, unrelentingly.
He is frowning. Fretting for that
damned fellow, he tells himself, and
the thought does not throw oil upon
the waters. He seems to pause for a
reply. but none coming he goes on:
ITO fret about anything is folly" sa s
he hardly. There is a way out
most difficulties, dare sly you wi |
find one out of yours"
This lost lover she is crying for
this lover lost by her own fear of sac-
rificing too much for him may be re-
gained. No doubt, enchanted b. her
lovely face, he witl be glad to be re-
called. She can write to him. and h
will respond warmly. And he is a
man of means. Once The McDermot
had been told that he, Anketell, de-
, , clines to carry out the engagement
with his daughter, tao old man will be
pleas d enough to give her TO Eyre
who has INCIDENTALLY good prospects.
AS for Dulcinea, rer sobs h We now
ceas d entirely. AnketelI's last wor s
have struck chill t. her heart He
is not in touch with her. He feels
nothing for her. Her distress causes
him 10 PAIN. 1t is impossible he
should know OF her unfortunate affa I
with Eyre; and yet once again her
beart dies within ner. That terrible
doubt returns 1t was etched, I
killed Her tears dry upon hec no,
cheeks. This is no time for tears. II
lit he VS. at the sta ion when she al.
-iv-d. and had seen her meeting with
Eyre-without Andy! o. no, no! Any.
: thing but tat!
CHAPTER XII.
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