The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1903-03-05

ing; there was look almost of agony in
her face. The whistle sounded. the train
moved off, their eyes were fixed In one
long, last gaze, and then they were parted.
June leaned back in the carriage and
closed her eyes. Madge made some gay
remark, but her cousin did not answer.
and Madge took the hint and left her
alone. Her own pleasant thoughts were
company enough for her; the msunder-
standing between her and Mr. Carslake
was at an end, and he had asked her to
marry him.
The time was drawing on, and June
had not yet found courage to tell her hus-
band of her intended visit to London: she
felt instinctively that he would not be
pleased. And. whatever happened, she
could not no she could not, give up that
cherished idea. She must see Dallas once
more.
One morning, four days before the an
nounced departure of the Guards, she said
to Tom, as he was about to leave the
breakfast room:
Il am going up on Saturday to stay
two nights with Mrs. Trevanion.'
oh" he uttered, and stopped short.
Have you not had enough of London
YETI"
There was something unusual in his
voice; it had a ring of distinct displeas-
ure and dissatisfaction.
There was no mistake about his dis
pleasure. He scarcely spoke to his wife
during the days that preceded her jour
ney to London. He half hoped she would
understand that he did not wish her to go
nm Il s,.x Il
June was most acutely conscious of his
displeasure, she felt that, unless he for
babe her in so many words, go she must.
And now the evening, to which June
had been looking feverishly forward, had
arrived. She was sitting opposite Dallas,
who appeared to be in the highest spirits,
and thinking every time she looked at his
handsome, CHEEKY face that it was for
the last time. Her heart was like lead
within her breast; she knew she should
never see him again. She tried to smile
and talk, but when she opened her lips a
choking sensation rose in her throat and
made her feel as if she must burst into
tears. There was a wistful look in Dial
las eyes. as though he were asking her if
she was really sorry he was going-if she
would miss him.
Mrs. Trevanlon made superhuman eff
forts to talk brightly; she would not allow
herself to dwell on facts, but insisted on
putting the most cheerful face on the ex-
petition and on making the very best of
everything. 1t was quite likely the whole
thing would be over before they got out,
she said; but Dallas Indignantly protested
against the idea of their being made fools
of for nothing. What should he bring
them back from Egypt?-he hardly knew
what the specialties of the country were
But Mrs. Trevanion babe him bring him
self back safely, and they would be quite
satisfied. His sword belt had arrived just
us he was starting for dinner, so he had
brought it with him to try on. And, with
the help of his hostess, he proceeded to
equip himself in it, while June, icy cold
with burning cheeks, sat looking on. Dial
las. however, seemed pleasurably excited
He drew his sword from the scabbard,
and, hourishing it in the air, wondered
laughingly how many Egyptians he
should STAY with it, Then June shut her
eyes, and horrid picture came across her
imagination. She saw him, still grasping
his sword, but falling, staggering under
his death wound, his now smiling face
convulsed with agony. Oh, it was moth
ing short of murder to send out boy like
that! And in what a cause! Overwhelm-
ed with agony, great sob rose in her
throat-a sob that would not be stifled:
and then, struck with sudden horror at
having thus betrayed herself, she rose and
fled from the room.
Dallas stopped short, as if paralyZed:
the color left his cheeks, and he stood
staring at Mrs. Trevanion, who affected
not to notice what had happened, and
went on arranging the belt.
But Dallas put one hand on her arm
and said, in voice stammering with emo
ton:
do you really think she cares about
my going?"
do we not all careT returned Mrs
Trevanion, evasively.
'Yes, but | wish had known beforer'
uttered Dallas, leaning against the chin
ney piece and putting one hand over his
eyes.
''Why do you wish you had known be-
fore2" said Mrs. Trevanion, reproachfully.
Would you like to go away nursing a
dishonorable passion in your heart? Do
you think il would be any comfort to you.
supposing," and her voice faltered-"sup-
posing you had TO look death in the face.
TO remember that you had brought unhap-
piness and doubt into the home of an hon
est mana man whose peace of mind you
have every right To respect? And, be-
sides, you are wrong in attaching any i'm
portance to Lady Nevirs agitation She
is very sensitive; she has seen a great deal