The Red Cloud chief., 1893-09-01

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CHAPTER xv.-coNr,NuED.
Mechanically she gSva hln, all tn,
sSsdreary particulars of Those last days
e~Thcy stood on opposite kidss II th,
still form, scarcely less Responsive nov
s.than 1t had been oil these years.
but oh, Sib," she burst forth. sob
ssbinAy, "itt swful BOT To he able e
,'rnis1 him. ,pdfc! ] feelaslfhc hadbceu
de- deal all sss4e vars lyteklher %,yaitine
SStircd Of my loneliness. OF my horrible
ofeeling of responsibility for everything,
$50 tired of having no one but Dido and
csCato tn consult with. Sometimes, but
sthat was before Nincttc came, I have
e%sNwondcred how ! managed u keep SAN
Cd have cnvied the negroes in the cabins,
sssbccause they worked in gangs and sat
apabout. their cabin-doors of evenings, in
s%gro'ps. friendly groups who helped
leach other To talk and to sing and to
%elaugh."
e"My poor, poor little Ida!' lie came
esround TO where she stood and folded
her tcndcrly in his arms.
w. Her eyes grew luminous. II was so
sweet 10 be careascd, TO be cared for. To
be- piticd even by ones very own.
hut IL will DC difficult uow-now
q That yoht have como back to live. Oh,
tSib. have wanted you so. all these
year! ! feel rs IL n mountain were lift
,"ed from my breast. Poor, poor fathcry'
She turned toward the shcctcd face
with u passionate gesture of sclf-re-
N-proach. 1T sounds as il ! were finding
&fants with him, Sibicy; but it's not
that--not that; II is the great Joy Of
having You back once more. of know
ing that You are here to stay that a
t~nirhanks is once more at the helm"
Let us GO into the old school-room
and talk, Ida" he said, with sudden
b~rusquencss. ct will bc easier there
than here" lie drew her away with
him in the sunny little room in the
wing where he and she had spent so
many hours OF their home school life.
Ida smiled us she opened the door.
1T is Nincttc's room now. But you
do not need to DO told that. She per-
vades the atmosphere"
Through a litter of childish belong
ings, scattered toys, pictured puzzles,
dolls in every stage of dilapidation.
they picked their way To a sofa against
the wall.
1T is of Ninctte I want to talk" said
Fairbanks, dropping among the faded
%crctonne cushions with a heavy sigh;
"of Ninette, and Of something else"
Dennis Lorimcr, owing to n slight
mishap to the boat he and Rafc had
taken, reached White Cliffs the day
after Ames Fairbanks funeral.
Ills first evening was given To his
mother. The next. all impotence, he
started for Glenburnic. There was no
n there hut old Cato. To his vollcy of
surprised questions the old man gave
one answer:
This note will make it clear, eff any
thing kin"
The note did not make 1t clear. II
was full of love and full of mystery. II
was from Ida, who called him her dear
Dennis" and begged him to fc rgivc her
the blow IA was compelled to deal
him. Fate" she wrote, still seems
to pursue rs with malicious intent.
'Sibiey Is IN trouble-grcat trouble. lie
needs me every moment. l have gone
back ITO New Orleans with him. Until
the awfnl cloud that hangs over him is
dlssipated, there is noroom in my heart,
even for you. Oh, Dennis, my love. Won
will hear it all q enough. The news.
paper vultures arc already lowering in
sight. They have scented u fresh dis
grace to tho name of Fairbanks.
1T is AL so horribly incomprehensi-
bic hat cannot bc any clearer. am
cropping, myself. The one clear idea
that has taken fnll possession OF me is
that You will thank God that this blow
descended before your name was indis.
solubly linked with the unfortunate
n which | will drag with me, all
stained as it is, to my grave.
believe one thing, always. love
you. Ina"