The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1895-11-08

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ter had been originally built with the
view of affording picturesque glimpse
of the handsome old brick house,
wherein the Ambroses had lived for
some three centuries.
You might have found a more live
ly scene for what will be, perhaps, our
last interview for years." Jim went on.
Are you really going so soon?" she
asked, passing over the complaint.
Next week. And my father has
made all sorts of arrangements for
me. Besides, he is beginning to sus-
pect that you and are rather too in
innate. And your mother knows, some
how or other, that have been up here
several times of late. We must be
careful
Il suppose So" she answered, absent
ly. looking out under the log roof at a
chaffinch swinging himself backwards
and forwa ards on a large bough. A
sort of dreary Indifference to her sur
roundings; sense ofebeing Gagged and
trapped had begun to take possession
of Rosalys. The present was full of
perplexity, the future objectless. Now
and then, when she looked at Jim's
1.-THE figure and healthy, virile face,
she felt that perhaps she might have
been able to love him still if only he
had cared for her with remnant of
his former passionate devotion. But
his Indifference was even more palpa-
BILE than her own. They sat and talked
on within the dim arbor for little
| while. Then Jim made one of the unfor-
tunate remarks that always CALLED her
to the quick. She rose in anger, an
swered him with cold sarcasm and
fastened away down the little wood.
| He followed her, a rather ominous
light shining in his eyes.
Your temper is really growing in
siderable, Rosalys!" he cried, and laid
his hand roughly on her arm to detain
| her.
How dare your said the girl. ''For
Gods sake leave me, and don't come
back again! 1 rejoice to think that in
a few days it will not be in your power
to insult me any more!'
Oh it, am going to leave You,
am not? 1 only want to keep you
here for a moment to come to some I'M
Outstanding! Indeed, you'll be sur
prised to find how very much am go
ing to leave you, when you hear what
mean. My ideas have grown consider
ably emancipated of late, and there
fore tell you there is no reason on
earth why any soul should ever know
of that miserable mistake we made in
the spring."
She WINGED little; it was an unex-
pected move; and her eyes fingered un-
easily on a copper-colored butterfly
playing a game of hide-and-seek with
little blue companion.
Who" he continued, sis ever going
to search the register of that old East
London church? We must philosoph-
ically look on the marriage as an awk-
ward fact in our lives, which won't
prevent our loving elsewhere when we
feel inclined. In my opinion this early
error will carry one advantage with it
that we shall be unable to distin-
guish any love we may feel for another
person by sordld matrimonial knot
unless, indeed, after seven years OF
obliviousness to one another's exist
ence."
'I'll-try to-emancipate myself like
wise," she said, slowly. st will be
we'll to forget this tragedy of our lives!
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we are not even sorry that we don't
love each other any more!"
1.-The truest words you ever spoke!'
''And the surest event that was ever
to come, given your nature"
"And yours"
She fastened on down the grass walk
into the broad graveled path leading
to the house. At the corner stood Mrs.
| Ambrose, who was better, and had
come out for q stroll-as an invalid as.
suming the privilege of wearing a
singular scarlet gown. and q hat in
which a number of black quilts stood
startlingly erect
''Ah-Rosy!" she cried. ''Oh! and
Mr.. Durrant? What q color you have
got, child
Eyes Mr.. Durrant and have been
having furious political discussion,
mamma. have grown quite hot over
it. He is more unreasonable than
ever. But when he gets. abroad he
won't be as he is now. A few years OF
India will change all that" And to
carry on the idea of her unconcern she
turned to whistle to bold robin that
had fitted down from a larch tree,
perched ON the yew hedge, and looked
inqpiringly at her, answering her
whistle with his pathetic little pipe.
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