The Washington times., 1894-07-29

and mounted the stairs to procure II. As
passed Mr.. Grey room l heard the sound Of
a low sob. l could not bear TO think Of hi:
suffering ali alone and tapped qlietly at his
tue traces Of grief upon his countcnance. He
looked Ehastly and careworn.
MIR. Grey I exclaimed, don't worry
yourself like this. No woman is worth it.
Besides. it will all come right in time"
1t will never come right, Miss Maitland,
he said but It must come 10 an end. ! shall
speak to her tomorrow"
''Dol and then You will find that Cissie's
heart is really yours. l feel sure OF it. / have
almost made her confess it.
lit is very good OF you to try and comfort
me. but / am afraid the circumstances (if
true) would only argravate the matter in my
eyes. OF what value can love be that can
take pleasure in torturing its victim?''
But she doesn't know her power" I in
sisted: " doesn't know that she is torturing
vou Mr. Grey She is like her namesake
Butterfly, without a thought beyond the
pleasure of the moment"
1T is pity" he said, wearily, "and some
day she may regret it.
FELT SO sorry for him. He looked so utterly
hopeless and miserable.
''She will regret it all her life IL It is the
cause of her losing your affection. But try
and make some excuses for her youth and
natural thoughtlessness, and bring matters to
crisis between you as soon as possible. That
is the best advice can give you
"Iesi l will settle 1t one way or the other
tomorrow" he replied in the same hopeless
manner. as he wished me good night and
closed his door again.
went down stairs utterly disgusted with
Cissie Stanley, and when towards the small
hours OF the morning she returned home,
escorted by her (so-calledl friends, and flushed
and excited by n champagne supper. l spoke
to her very sharply on her behavior, and said
that il she was going to adopt that sort OF
better. 1t was very unlike me to find serious
fault with her. and Cissie opened her big
eyes in amazement.
Here's a row about nothing" she e1-
claimed. "If you don't like sitting up for
me- why do it? Nobody asked you. and I
could just as easily have slept at Miss Arnott's.
l shall do so next time. And there's really NO
encouragement to come home"
Not when you keep such hours as these,
certainly. 1t is past o'clock"
'Well! l couldn't run off in the middle Of
supper, could 1? That would not have been
very polite to my hostess. And / don't see
that it makes a difference to any one but my
SELL"
"You have made Mr.. Grey very unhappy"
said. taking up the candlestIck."
Unhappy. Rubbish, What business is it
Of his? And if he is going to sit down and
cry like n molly-coddle every time am few
minutes later than usual, we'd better come to
an understanding on the matter"
II think you had. However, run of to bed
now, Cissie, for can keep my eyes open no
longer"
she kissed me good night in her usual
fashion. and had not the heart to repulse
her, for believed her to be simply thought
less. and nothing more.
As soon rs breakfast was over the next
morning I went out and left tho lovers to
themselves. l thought they would come to
an explanation better without me, and was
the housekeeper for the party, and had a
good excuse to go marketing. When re-
tnrned found Cissie alone, looking flushed
and angry. reading novel on the sofa.
Where is Edmund?" asked, cheerfully.
81 really don't know" she answered.
Dinner time came but be had not appeared.
"Shall we wait for him?" said.
"You can do as you please" replied Cissie,
"But he knows that we dine
at three"
saw that something had occurred, but It
was not the time to question her. After wait
and had our meal. 1t was finished and car
ried away. Still Edmund had not joined US.
"Cissie!" commenced, have you and MIR.
Grey been quarreling?'
saw her lip tremble, but she laughed a
she replied
"what makes you ask that?''
"Becauss he told me he intended speaking
to you to-day about your behavior with Lord
Philip Freeland."
''Oh, we'll. if he told you so far. you may As
well hear tho whole story. Yes, he has
spoken to me, ana in the most impertinent
manner. He dared to question ny actions