Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-28

was sunk to the shoulders in the narrow
groove it had taken women centuries to
struggle out of Had she ever been proud
of him? Impossible! He was unjust, con-
temptible, mean! Why-why-could he not
be like Jolh Darrach? There was a man,
strong, fearless, a politician. He had not
lost his grip. If she won. it would be be-
cause of his earnest support.
She went into her private office and laid
her head upon her desk, and wept passion
ately.
Presently a knock came upon the door.
She did not hear. The door opened, but
she did not hear that either. But she felt
a hand close firmly around her wrist; and
then she heard a voice say, why, what
does this mean?"
She lifted her head and looked through
her tears into John barracks eyes.
There was unmistakable tenderness in
the look and in the pressure of his strong
fir gers. A warm color famed over her
face and throat. She controlled her feel
ing, and smiled through her tears, slowly
drawing her arm from his clasp.
Forgive me-" he said, instantly, return
ing to his usual manner toward her.
when I saw you were in trouble, for
got"
ut is nothing" she said. with an exag-
gerated cheerfulness. only, sometimes 1
fear this campaign is making me nervous.
1 hate nervous people," she added, pas
sicnately.
my carriage is at the door, said Oar
rach. He looked away from her with a
visible effort Shall we drive out to see
that piece Of property now?"
"Oh, yes, indeed: 1 had forgotten that.
How good of you to always remind me. 1
am afraid depend upon you too much
MOT as much / WISH" he answered
her in a low voice. He stood holding the
door open while she rapidly drew on her
her face again, he added, grimly--'I must
earn my salary as your attorney, you
know"
That was a delightful morning. The road
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Vancouver. The perfect blue of an Oregon
sky bent softly over them. The long silver
curves of the slow moving river wound be-
fore them. There We're green fields, and bits
Of emerald wood, and picturesque islands
Farther away were the heavily timbered
hills, purple In the distance; and grand and
white and glistening against the sky were
the superb snow mountains majestic in
their far loneliness.
The air was fragrant with wild syringa
which grew by the the roadside, ainging
long, slender sprays Ct white. gold-hearted
flowers in all directions The soft, caressing
winds let free about them a breath from the
far ocean.
Mrs. Dawson leaned back in the carriage
and forgot domestic cares. Forgot Il-bred
servants and over-done roasts, STABILITY
dressed children and an unreasonable, fault
finding husband. She loved the soft sway of
the carriage, the spirited music of the horses
feet on the hard road, the sensuoIs, COM
pelling caresses of the wind on her face and
throat.
Darrach stopped the horses in a shady
spot
I'VE must have some Of this syringa" he
said, putting the reinS in her hands He
broke a great armful, swapping the stems
almost roughly. He bore them to the car
riage and piled them upon her knees until
they covered her bosom and shoulders with
their snowy drifts-Some of the scented
sprays curling even about her throat and
hair.
DO you know" said Darrach, looking at
her, these cool. white sprays always make
me think of a woman's arms" He reached
for the reins, and for a second his hand
rested upon hers. She turned very pale
by the way" said Darrach, instantly, in
light tone, lis the canvass going on salts
factorily?"
Not quite as l could WISH" she replied
"As l expected, the lower classes are solid
for-my opponent. 1t is bitter thing to run
against such a woman. 1t will be more bit
ter to be defeated by her."
You must not be-
81 cannot help it. How can 1 get-such
votes?'
Darrach shrugged his shoulders
Put up more money! he said, coldly, but
in low tone.
"Ah,'' said Mrs. Dawson, with deep con-
tempt. 1T is Observation-Disclosures Sell
my birthright for a mess of pottaye?"
Nonsense" said Darrach. He turned
and smiled at her. Am l to be disappoint-
ed in you? Have l not guided you with a
careful hand through dangers and pitfalls?
Have 1 not helped you to success? Il is
wrong to spend money for such purpose
[ confess 1t, of course. We want all that