The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1895-08-02

and perhaps of hers for him, was an
unconjectured element herein which
might not render less transitory the
most transitory of sweet things. Thus
hopefully she stepped out of the com
monplace home that would, in one
sense, be hers no more.
The raw wind whistled up the street,
and deepened the color .on her face.
She was plainly dressed in gray, and
wore a rather thick veil, natural to the
dusty day; it could not, however, con-
ceal the sparkle of her eyes; wells,
even thick ones, happily, never do.
Hailing a hanson, she told the driver
to take her to the corner Of the EN-
bankment.
In the midst of her preoccupation
she noticed as the cab turned the cor
ner out of Eaton place that the bony
chestnut horse went lame. Rosalys
was superstitious as well as tender
hearted, and she deemed that some
stroke of ill-luck might befall if she
drove to be married behind suffering
animal. She alighted and paid off the
man, and in her excitement gave him
three times his fare. Hurrying for
ward on foot she heard her name
called, and received a cordial greeting
from tall man with gray whiskers, in
whom she recognized Mr.. Durrant,
Jim's father. 1t occurred to her for
second that he might have discovered
the plot and have lain in wait to pre-
vent it. However, he spoke in his
usual half-respectful, half-friendly
tones, not noticing her frightened
face. Mr.. Durrant was busy man.
Besides holding several very important
land agencies in the county where
Bosalys lived, he had business in the
city to transact at times He ex-
planned to Miss Ambrose that some
urgent affairs he was supervising for a
client of his, Lord Parlzhurst, had now
brought him up to London for few
weeks.
Lord Parkhurst is away?" she
asked, to say something. 81 hear Of
him sometimes through his uncle, Col.
Lacy"
Eyes. A thorough sailor. Mostly
aAoat," Mr.. Durrant replied. well
we're rather out of the way in Por-
chester terrace. Otherwise my wife
would be so pleased if you would come
to tea, Miss Ambrose? My son Jim,
lazy young beggar, is up here now, too
going to plays and parties. Well,
we'll it's natural he should like to
amuse himself before he leaves for
Burmah, poor boy. Are you looking
for a hanson? Yes? HiP and he
waved his stick.
THANK you so much, said Miss Am
brose. and will tell mamma where
you and Mrs. Durrant are staying"
She was surprised at her own COM
posure Her unconscious father-in-
law elect helped her into the cab,
took of his hat, and walked rapidly
away. Rosalys felt her heart stand
still when she drew up at the place Of
meeting. She saw Jim, very blooming
and very well dressed, awaiting her,
outwardly calm, at any rate. He
jumped into her vehicle and they
drove on city-wards.
You are only ten minutes late,
dearest" he said. DO you know. I
was half afraid you might have failed
me at the last moment?"
you don't believe it, JIM"
well / sometimes think ] ought
not to expect you to keep engagements
with me SO honestly as you do. Good,
brave little Rosalysw
They moved on through the press of
struggling omnibnses. gigantic vans,
covered carts, and fcot-passengers, VINO
darted at imminent risk Of their lives
amid the medley Of wheels, horses and
shouting drivers. The noise Jared
Rosalys' head, and she began to be
feverishly anxious.
The church stood in the neighbcr-
hood of a great meat market. and the
pavement was crowded by men in blue
linen blouses, their clothes sprinkled
with crimson Stains. The young girl
gave 8 slii1er of disgust 'Hey revolt