The Red Cloud chief., 1900-11-02

man might give all his worldly bliss"
to possess.
The childhood in the face is gone;
earnest In It's womanliness. And the
expression in the dark-gray eyes, as
they meet his for one startled mo-
ment, and then drop away, Is one
which thrills Paul Enderby, stunned
and shaken as he still Is, through and
through.
"Jasmine!" he signs, and, putting
out his hand, takes hers and holds it
my little Jssmine!"
The white flower now becomes .
crimson m
we did not know-you did not say
you were coming" Jasmine faiters.
Are you hurt? Oh, you must be! I
saw you coming round the curve,
though l did not know you: and I
tried to call, but 1t Was o late. Oh.
I Am SO thankful II Is not worse!
She s%huddered. Tell me what I a
do for your"
81 shall stand up, and then we'll see
II there any broken bones. May I
lean on your"
Paul puts his hand on the slender
shoulder, and stands up. shaking his
limbs like a wounded lion.
my arm is bruised a bit, I think;
otherwise I seem sound enough. Hal
10! what's this?" as a drop or two Of
blood falls on his hand.
"Oh, it's your arm! Let me look
at it," cries Jasmine, turning pale
again. "Sit down. and | shall try to
bandage It,"
He does 80. and rolls up his sleeve.
There is an ugly jagged rent in the
fesh, where a sharp stone has torn
through his sleeve; II is bleeding pro-
fusely.
Jasmine says nothing. but he sees
her lips culver. She makes a bardage
Of her own dainty little handkerchief,
and rolls it tightly round the wound,
then very gently draws down the
sleeve over 1t, and lifts her face, but
with lowered eyes, to Enderby's.
Does II feel any better?"
1T feels quite better" he answers
with unnecessary fervor.
Then shall we go on? l suppose
your machine is broken?"
I'm afraid So" says Enderby, ris-
ing.
He stands silent; then, suddenly put
ting out his hand, he takes Jasmine's.
JASMINE must tell you'll heard
what you said when you thought /
was unconscious. Did you mean 1t,
Jasmine?"
Again the soft color rolls up, and
the lips grow tremulous.
Because I hope you did. Jasmine,
Jasmine! my own dear little girl! do
you know why l came to Calder's
Knowe just now? 1t was because l
couldn't stay any longer away; be-
cause l felt that life would be unen
durable for me without knowing my
fate. I came to tell you | love you,
Jasmine, ! love you with all my heart
and soul. Will you come to me dar-
ling-that is. II you can love meas
my wife?"
The pretty head sinks lower; the
lips grow more unsteady. Enderby
feels the little hand tremble and pal
plate.
II think I have loved you since
irst met you, only I didn't know IT,
he says. smiling. 81 knew II after
your father died, and when you came
here than ! was sure OF II. Darling,
l am far older than you, and I am,
perhaps, grave and quiet for my years;
but you have known sorrow, and I
don't think you wish for much gaiety.
Even II you do, l shall try to give you
IT,; I shall try to make up, II I can,
for the past"
"Oh, don't say more!" she cries
TREMENDOUSLY. And she lifts her face,
and he sees her eyes, glowing with
the light that was never on sea OF
land" raised to his. You have been
so good-so good! Who In the world
ever did for another what you did for
him, and for me? But I am not hall
good enough for you. l am q poor
portionless girl, and l don't know the
great world. You should have some
one clever and beautiful, who knows
society, and will help you on, not hin
der you"
The moors and roads are as desOlatt
and lonely as II there were no othel
beings In the world but these two;
and Paul, with his uninjured arm
draws her very close to him, an(
holds her against his breast.
Dear little girl. you are the onl,
woman in the world l want for m,
wife; isn't that enough? Jasmine
you haven't said you love me. though
DO 1t now, won't your"
The little murmur is breathed int
the pocket of his cycling jacket; blu
Paul il content. He bends and kisseI
her tr~iumphantly.
You have made m as happy a.
king, darling! l shall never cease I,
thank God for the strange event tina
brought me cross the Westminste
bridge that night" To himaelf n,