The Red Cloud chief., 1902-12-26

r"'. ."i'e h"tavius; and what mean
you, men In one word. sneak"
wen, then, Neil Semple and Gan,
hyde have fought a duel That, 20
wha' comes Of giving way to passion.
never fought a duel. No one should
MAKE me- 1t is a fixed principle with
me- WIN
was not"
Joanna Neil is nearly dead. If
ne had beer in the right he would not
De nearly dead. The Lord does not
Iofsake a person who is in the right
way"
IN the nall behind them, Katherine
s'oou' The palIor of her face. the
hopeless droop of her white shoulders
u arms, were visible in its gloomy
shadows. Softly as q spirit she
walked, as she drew nearer to them.
Ana the Englishman? Is he hurt?"
Killed. He has at least wenty
wounds. Till morning he will not live.
IL was the councillor himself who sep.
arated the men"
M good Joris, it was like him"
FOR a moment Kathcrine's con.
seriousness rcelcd. The roar of the
ocean which girds our life round vas
ID her ears, the feeling of chill and
collapse at her heart. But with a
supreme will she took possession of
herself. Weak | will not be. All |
viii know. All | will suffer-" And
with these thoughts she went back to
the room and took her place at the
table. In a few minutes the rest fol.
lowed Batavius had anticipated
madain's amazcment and shock. He
had felt a Just satisfaction in the suf.
iering he was bringing to Katherine.
But nothing had happened as he ex-
pected. The meal, instead of being
pleasantly heightened over such dread.
full intelligence, was hurried and 81.
lent.
II was some comfort that after it
Joanna and re could walk in the gar
den and talk the affair thoroughly
over. Katherine watched them away,
and then she fled to her room. And
oh, how she wept. She took from
their hiding place the few letters her
lover had written her, and she
mourned over them as mourn
in such extremities. In the full tide
of her anguish. Lysbet stood at the
door. She heard the inarticulate
words Of woe, and her heart ached for
her child. She had followed her to
give her comfort, to weep with her;
hut she felt that hour that Katherine
was no more a child to be soothed
with her mothers kiss. She had be-
come a woman, and a woman's sorrow
had found her.
Ii was near ten o'clock when Joris
came home. His face was troubled,
his clothing disarrarged and blood
stained; and Lysbet never remember.
ed to have seen him SO completely ex-
Lausted. Bran Is with Neil" he
said, "he will not be home"
And thou?"
81 helped them carry-the other. To
the Kings Arms we took him.
Live will he?"
His left lung is pierced through.
A bad wound in the throat he has. But
then, youth he has, and a great spirit.
end hope. | wish not for his death,
my God knows
Neil, what Of him?'
Unconscious he was when | left
him at his home. Does Katherine
know"
She knows"
How, them
20 Joris, if in her room thou could
have heard her crying. My heart
for her aches, the sorrowful one"
See, then, that this lesson she miss
rot. 1t is a hard one, but learn 1t she
must. If thy love would pass it by,
think this, for her good 1t Is"
The next morning was the sabbath,
and many painful questions suggested
themselves to Joris and Lysbet Van
Heemskirk. Joris felt that he must
not take his seat among the deacons
until he had been fully ex%onerated of
all blame of blood.guiltiIess by the
dominic and his elders and deacons in
full kirk session. Madam could hard
ly endure the thought of the glances
that would be thrown at her daughter,
and the probable sights she would
receive, so Katherine's piteous en-
treaty was listened to, and she was
allowed to remain at home.
The kirk that morning would have
been the pillory to her. She was I'M
speakably grateful for the solitude OF
the house, for space and silence, in
which she could have the relief OF
unrestrained weeping. About the
middle of the morning. she heard
Bram's footsteps. Bran had not
thought of Katherine's staying from
kirk, and when she confronted him,
so tear-stained and woe-begone. his
heart was full of pity for her. With
In the last t~wenty-four hours he had
begun to understand the temptation
in which Katherine had been; begun
to understand that love never asks,
What is thy name? or what country
art thou2 Who is thy father!' He
felt that 80 long as he lived he must
remember Miriam Cohen "a she stood
talking to him in the shadowy store
- ASx~l~,, ~naAo him