Arizona republican., 1894-12-30

And Olivia dreamed only of future with the man whose image had been ever in her heart, of time of love and joy, and freedom from sordid money troubles, and shabby frocks and semi genteel lodgings. And so, except when now and then they exchanged some conventional phrase, there was silence between the two who had so much to say.
 After dinner it seemed perfectly nat ural to Olivia Abinger that Sir Angus Ferrers should seek her, and, in- ! deed. she had chosen a quiet corner behind one of the tall, rose-shaded lamps for their conversation. | It was she who talked the most; tell ing him of her great trials and disap- pointments, dwelling on them with the insistence of one who is drifting towards happier things He sat and l listened, and as he listened looked; and as he looked was conscious of a vague thankfulness that he, still young man, was bound by no chain to l the woman who sat before him. He 1 tried not to see the lines about her I large, dark eyes, the dragged hardness 1 that marred the sweetness of her mouth. He knew instinctively that her heart and her love were as fresh as the first day they were given to him, but for the life of him he could not repress guilty thankfulness that she was-only an old friend.
 By and by he rose to go, but held her hand long in taking leave. ''Now that we have met again, Olivia, we must not lose sight of one another. When may l come and see you?'
 She looked into his eyes and a happy smile curved the corners of her lips.
 "Whenever you please, Angus Will you come tomorrow"
 And he bowed low and left her be- hind the glowing lamp, her heart beating high in her bosom with the surety that tomorrow he would speak and ask her to be his wife. | Lady Arlington's voice reused her.
 "Olivia, come out of your hiding place at once. 1 want you to come to Birmingham next Saturday. Will you?"
 Olivia smiled ''yes," thinking what would any plans matter now. After tomorrow her life would be Angus to do with as he would. Most likely he would want her to go to some quiet river place, where they could be alone.
 In happy, dreamful silence she drift ed across the great drawing-room to- l ward the group gathered about Lady Arlington, who was chatting volubly to half dozen women at once.
 What did you think of Mira Bert rams hair? She changes the color every month, declare. Lady Susan was quite angry about it; but then, you know, she thinks it quite indecent to touch up at all. 1 was so awfully vexed, by the way, that Lady Ferrers her gowns-all fresh, ot course, for she's only bride-are so very smart :"
 Lady Ferrers! Is Sir Angus mar ried?"
 Olivia Abinger did not know whether she or another asked the question. She only waited for the answer
 ''Oh, yes; six weeks ago. She's such a dear little thing, and so nice. Her fathers place matches with his own in Scotland"
 Olivia Abinger did not cry out or faint, though the shattering of her dream and the breaking of her heart were beyond all mortal agony. She said: Good night" and drove in frowsy four-wheeler to her shabby lodgings.
 Still silent, still enduring, she went upstairs to her little sitting-room; but when she had lit the gas it fared upon face marked by the anguish of life time
 She stood by the table, her hands hanging at her sides, her eyes, which could not weep, staring before her.
 Married! rich! happy! While L who have hoped and longed and loved am"
 She flung her white arms above hel head, and great cry rent her throat a cry of all woman's pent-up passion of all hearts bitter disappointment.
 Tt is too much," she cried aloud tc the shabby walls and cheap furniture q cannot bear it. Tonight l have dreamed of other things, cannot go back to the old ways. My heart is dead within me-dead.''
 She paused; a gray shadow stole over her drawn face, somber fire burned in her eyes. For moment she disap peared into her bedroom, then returned to where the gas fared. She looked about her and, with the careful method of a poor woman, picked up her cloak from the floor and folded it away on g chair. Then she lowered the gas tc the blue and flung open the window II want my soul to be free to go tc him if it can,' she murmured, leaning out over the street "This will m loose my bondS-and bring me peace