Arizona republican., 1894-11-17
''As you wish, then; will you call to-

AS you wish, then: VIII you Call uo- morrow"
 ''Yes, in the morning, at eleven" He bowed and withdrew just as her next partner came hurrying up.
 1.-The cotillon is about to begin, Miss Alton," he said, taking Manning's chair, ''but I think we have time for short chat. You don't mind talking to me for few minutes, do you?"
 ''Why, mo-" she answered, for she liked the lad not only for his own sake, but because of his friendship with that other, whose image was never long absent from her mind.
 By the way" he said, as if reading her thoughts, ''I got a letter from Agnew to-day I thought you might care to hear from him; you always seemed such friends"
 "Yes," she responded, idly. "How is he?'
 ''very well; but growing homesick. Think of itl He has been away six weeks"
 No doubt he is enjoying himself"
 'Oh, Carl will always get the best out of life; that's his way, you know"
 "Yes, know" The answer was given so carelessly, with such appar- ent indifference. that he was about to speak, to tell her the tidings that his letter. contained, and which SO far some instinct had made him with hold, when his hostess appeared in the doorway.
 Come, you two," she called ''the others are waiting for you.''
 "Dear Mrs. Danton," said the girl, rising, ''Mr Lane and I are such old friends that we sometimes forget how time 1ies.'
 You young dissembler," laugh ed the older woman; you know Herbert Manning was in the con servatory with you"
 A sudden blush stained Edith's cheek-she hated herself for it, it was so apt to mislead-but Mrs. Danton seemed in no way surprised.
 ''There, child; don't look so fright ened," she said. No one wishes you happiness more than 1.''
 But, Mrs Danton-'
 Really, Miss Edith," put in Lane, who had been a puzzled and uncom- fortable listener, T don't like to hurry you, but we shall surely be late"
 She turned away; after all, what did it matter; by tomorrow the world would know the truth. Manning's face would tell the story of his rejec- tion, and few hours misconstruction could harm no one. But late that night, when she stood in her own pretty room, she felt vaguely dissatis- fled with herself; she could not put the feeling from her.
 II have not acted honestly" she said aloud. q should have answered him; it was not kind to put him off, it may lead him to hope he may have misun- derstood me-" She was silent mo- ment, then went on still contritely: And do like him. He is the kindest, truest friend, but love" She arose and crossed the room. When she came back she carried a 1oSN the face of one who knew the world, and was perhaps not on the best of terms with it.
 But for you," she said, gazing into the unresponsive eyes, ''I had loved that other man; if you had not shown me so clearly that I was dear to you, I might still care for him, for he loves me dearly; but it is too late now-too late to talk of what might have been. :" She stopped and laid her lips on the pictures.
 The next morning she was idling over her fire, when the maid brought up a bunch of heartsease and card: "Mr. Manning's compliments, ma'am, and will you see him?'' "Yes: say to him that I will be down in moment"
 When the door closed she lifted the heartsease tenderly; a mute appeal, they seemed to her, from the giver.
 Poor fellow" she thought regret ebo,1J ,oro him. bo1,--