The Irish standard., 1897-02-20

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2siderately went on aAead again while
Philip read the letfeffa There was one
from Helen. and, yielding to something
like suggestion .3 ST moral cowardice'
opened it, he saw fhaift' It had been writ
ten on the same day as that about the
marriage portion. land the first words
proved that It :wass ansafter-thought.
81 have just malhd5nie letter to you,"
she wrote, !"and it was hardly out of my
hands before began to be sorry that
had sent it. AS remember it now, it
was all about the money, and ought to
have known that you would do what
was just and rightswthouta any urging
from me. What I want tossay now is
what I should have said then; that
cannot endure this separation much
longer-that the love which l have tried
50 hard to keep out Of my letters for
fear should make you come back to
your hurt refuses to be hidden under
meaningless and commonplace phrases.
ooh, Philip, if you love me, please
cont let this misfortune raise any bar
rter between usl You know what Aunt
Hellam left me-you know that it is
mine in my own right, and l entreat
You not to turn. my gratitude into.
misery by refusing to share this money
with me. But you will not. I know you
will not; and if we had nothing else, we
should still have each other, and what
more could we ask?
"In tsome respects, know you
better than you know yourself; and L
know that If you can have your health
you will yet win place among those
who have fought their way into the
foremost rank. Be good to me, Philip,
dear, and let me share the battle and
the triumph with you. Come back to
US if you are we'll enough, and If you are
not, please let me come to you"
Protheroe heard something between
q groan and an imprecation, and he
stopped and waited for Philip to come
up. "Did you say anything?" he asked.
Nothing worth repeating; think
was tempted to swear little at the
crookedness of things in general. I wish
that cursed horse that threw me had
broken his neck or mine, or BOTH"
! "Does your ankle hurt?"
Everything hurts"
Protheroe did not attempt to drive
the conversational nail any farther.
He was preoccupied with his own con-
Germs, and he had been trying to deter.
mine what he should do when he
reached Duncan's.s Would his part in
the affair be, ended when he had seen
Thorndyke safe in the house Of his
friends? or would he be expected to
help his rival in theafight with the COM
fpany? How would Elsie receive him
after his late transagesssion? How could
he endure to meet her in the presence
of the man she loyed?;
They were troublesome questions.
but the engineers Tperplexities were as
serenity itself compared with the
.tnmult Of conflicting 'cmotions which
had slain the peaceDf 1nind of his COM
panion.- Before hefhadread three lines
of Helen's letter, Thorndyke was sink
ing into the neither depths of self-abase-
;ment; and when. h Is had g, finished it he
felt that it would be q comfort If he
could get down INTO the road and strew
dust upon his head. This was the love
he had put aside for the sake Of nero
impulse born of a sick mans fantasies;
the fine gold that he had tossed con-
temptuously into melting-pot heated
!: blythe remainder of the simile was
drowned in a submerging wave of self
contempt. And now, at this present
moment, when he was cursing his reck-
less Inconsistency, and wishing from the
bottom of his heart that he had had the
decency to die quietly in the odor Of
good faith, she had his letter and she
had learned at his own hands upon what
After the storm came the calm Of
desperation. He had wrecked Helen's
life and his own, and Elsie's happiness
trembled in the balance. He could at
least save Duncan's daughter, and in
the riot of distracting thoughts this
was the only one that offered grain of
comfort. He would expiate his folly
by devoting himself, body and soul, to
the task of making Elsie as happy as
she deserved to be. And he would
speak to her as soon as he could find
, the OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES he had the
time to sink still deeper in the mire of
fckleness, he told himself. bitterly.
t By the time Thorndyke had reached
this conclusion, .Protheroe was leading
the horse down the trail on the Little
Chiwassee side of the mountain, and an
hour after dark the small procession
stopped at Duncan's gate.
you're heavier than you used to be;
I don't think you're going to die of
consumption" said Protheroe, femem-.
boring another time when he had
helped Philip dismount at the farmers
gate.
"No; more's the pity" rejoined
Philip, ungraciously. cit would be bet
ter on all accounts if should
AS not infrequent!y happens when
the probable course of events has been
carefully prefgured, nothing came
about during the evening to verify
Protheroc's fears or to add to Thorn
dykes misery. They were all unfeign-
edly glad to welcome both Of the wan
derers; and while Mrs, Duncan was
principally concerned in doctoring
Philips ankle, Elsie tried to induce the
young engineer to lay aside the shroud
! of reserve which he conceived to he the
proper pcnitential- garment for the oc-
casion. How had he found Mr.. Thorn