The Wichita daily eagle., 1894-11-01

her heart and her love were al fresh
as the first day they were given to
him, but for the life of him no could
not repress a 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 / come and see
you?"
She looked into his eyes and a happy
smile curved the corners of her lips
Whenever you please, Angus. WIZ
you come tomorrow"
And he bowed low and left ber be-
hfad 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. want you to come to
Hurlingham next Saturday. Willyou?"
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-
ward the group gathered about Lady
Arlington, who was chatting volubly
to halt 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. was 30 awfully
vexed, by the way, that Lady Ferrers
couldn't come. She's quite pretty, and
her gowns-all fresh, OF course, for
she's only bride-Sre 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
fcur-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 a life
time.
She stood by the table, her hands
hanging at her sides, her eyes, which
could not weep, staring before her.
Married. rich! happyl While 1.
who have hoped and longed and loved.
am"
She flung her white arms above her
head, and great cry rent her throat
q cry of all a woman's pent-up passion,
of all hearts bitter disappointment.
1T is too much" she cried aloud to
the shabby walls and cheap furniture;
Il 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; gray shadow stole over
her drawn face, somber fire burned
in her eyes. For Q 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
chair. Then she lowered the g as to
the blue and flung open the window.
81 want my soul to be free to go to
him if it can," she murmured, leaning
out over the street. This will un-
loose my bonds-and bring me peace
and rest, and, perhaps, q little sigh of
regret from him"
With cold white fingers, that vet did
not tremble at their task. she drew the
stopper from tiny phial she held in
her hand. A thick, sweet odor as Of
almond flowers floated through the.
room. 1t dominated the faint per.
fume that breathed from Olivia's gown
and fair hair, and even tainted with
its insidious SAVIOR the outer air. With
dilated nostrils she caught the subtle
scent and smiled little. "Peace-and
ACS ohSC, SiAC oiS hcts
then raising her hand to her lips, with
one movement Of her slender throat
she swallowed the few drops of liquid
contained in tho small blue bottle.
Her hand dropped heavily on the win
dowsill and her fingers relaxed.
The tinkle of fallen glass rose from
the pavement below.
She fell upon her knees before the
open window and raised her ashen face
to the star-lit heavens.
Her fingers twitched in agony above
her bursting heart; her pale lips strug-
gled to cry but once to the man who,
for the second time, had plunged her
into the darkness Of despair.
But only whisper came from her
burning throat and poor, twisted
mouth.
"Angus-my love-pray for mere
member me sometime"
Her head fell forward on the win
dowsilL
They found her dead at dawn. Most
people said she couldn't bear poverty.
But one man sometimes wonders il
there was not another reason for her
Enthusiastically.
A. are families, so is society. II
we'll ordered. well instructed and well