Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-02-21
CHAPTER TX-Continued.

Glthl' NV 4 A--NOlJlhuVbs
Reaching the Reyn'er5 door, Roder-
Ack did not offer to ter. In truth,
be felt that the usual social evening
you'd b. as impossible to him as to
Biionco. In their present crisis of pain
khoy needed either to be quite alone
Nth each other or entirely apart
still, when he saw her next morn
lng, looking deadly pale, bat assuming
h faint smile Of welcome, and sitting
Aown beside him in the old way
though he noticed, with slight he l.
ation, a. OF doing as duty what had
before been so natural and sweet, Rod
bricks heart sunk, He waited in u
fever OF apprehension for what she
hal to say, or rather he tried to pre-
vent her saying, by talking about
Whnt he had been writing In the mat
Dor OF Blackhall. To all OF which she
answered only by a pale smile, then
baid, gently:
"You forget, my friend, the matter
We had to speak about this morning "
mo, do not forget-but yesterday,
whom spoke Of our marriage, it seemed
10 pain you.
1T will not to-day, for have been
hinkirg it all over, and -"
"You are trembling. You are Ill, my
Darling"
-Oh, no" gently putting aside and
then Gliding to his tender car9ss
"Ibout mind me, am not i'll but lay
awake the whole OF last night, and it
1 trying when the morning breaks
npon one and there is no rest, no diyis-
BOA between two days-two such dread
Enl days"
~Dreadful! Why? What do you
meRn?"
She took his hand and stroked 1t
with gesture almost motherly.
Listen to me. have q good deal to
nay, and you must listen. You will? L
Rhall not hurt you my Roderick-not
very much! And that l love you-ah,
Sou know it-only too well, If that
were possible. But 1t Is impossible!
We're you a vain man, or o tyrant, or
Gsliish, 1t might harm you, and should
be afraid but you are none OF the
Ghree. You are Roderick, my Rode
rick shall never love any man in
&his world but you"
"Oi course not, it would be very
wrong" But suddenly his attempt at
smile faded In vague terror. Why
0eh me this? What do you mean?"
Il think"-she spoke very slowly and
bOltly--"I think we ought to part.
For moment Ro lerick was com
blotely stunned. Her whole manner
was so quiet that stranger might
have lima yined she felt nothing that
pho had no feelings at all. A slight
quiyer about the mouth, atigh or com
preston OF the fingers-she had taken
her hand away from his and claspe |
them together on her lap-that was
all. Shal ow people might have
wholly mis- judged her; even her lover
did, o little.
~Anl-you say this quite calmly
~ II you did not care
Not care Oh, mon Dieu, mon
Dieul"
Then she turned imploringly to Rod
1rick. ado not be angry with me, L do
mot deserve it; only lis, on, it is for your
good speak. Yesterday believed
you ma 10 me believe-that 1t would be
She best thing in the world for you to
MARRY me. Now, doubt.
Now it Is over. have made up my
mind-that is, so far as, being fiancee,
/ hS a right to make up my mind, l
think it would be best for you to go
home at once, an tell your mother
shat we have parted, that wo thought
Ut best to part"
ROderick sat dead silent.
otherwise, think what will happenl
You will be comparatively poor
IA fuoiA IF fty9N
The moment he had said the words
Nc felt their meanness, their utter UNI
trueness, and pa5sionately begged her
pardon.
sWhat need?" Silence answered, half
sadly. ~The question is not whether
yUu hurt me, or | you, or whether we
Vox one another, but whether we do
what is right, absolute ght That Is
aho real heart OF love. II thought a
ching right, | would do it, and help
YOU 10 do 1t, though it killed me-ay,
oven though 1t killed us both"
Il understand you, he said, with q
Quietness that was marvel even to
himself. "Eut it Ia very difficult
matter to decide, and we must decide,
Gor our whole two lives hang in the
ont alone-quite alone.
He 70 with grave, sad air, and
vent to the door, then came back and
kissed her hand
MY Lowell my only lovel Yes, have
found you. 1t is not every mans lot SO
20 find you. Whatever happens,
Anank God"
Without more words he went away
10 his favorite thinking place" a
fuiot walk along the lake shore. Many
an hour had he spent there within the
last few months, but never such an
hour as this.
He would go back with the fat Of
Life or death in his hands. Byron, who
wrote so many false things, wrote one
true one:
Mans love is of mans life thing apart
IT'S WOman's whole existence
AZ least, this is true OF most women
and she of whom 1t Is not true Il
scarcely woman at all Though al
Che time Sophie sat chatting beside
her Silence neither wept nor com
planned, asked no sympathy, and be
Srayed by no word that anything wa
Rmiss, still, when the door opened anC
she saw her lover appear, SILVER rar
through her, which made the kind
hearted sophie, with troubled ant
RuxiOus look, Immediately disappear
MY love" he said, 81 have beef
thinking over everything, trying t.
See the right and VIZ ng OF things
w;ynyla rirht oud UrnOU without rala