Arizona republican., 1904-10-30

eS, lt would be nice she said slow ly, refecting. T don't suppose could go"
 "Oh, cant you?" he cried eagerly. hope springing up where he had thought there was no room for hope.
 T must go away now" she said. jumping to her feet. She turned as she reached the door. I'll see" she call ed back.
 He would have followed her, except that that would not have been good" and he knew he would lose everything unless he were good. It was an un- fair game; she could move swiftly away from him without attracting at tentiOn; while he could not move af-. ter her at all, though really a better walker than she. But then, he had SD much more to gain than she By prac- tice he had become philosophic, which is a good thing if one become not so philosOphic as to seem indinerent-and even that has it's uses
 He went away into the parlor ana danced with the bride. They were very good friends, and. had his mind not been filed with the heroine, he would have regretted that so nice a girl should be married. The guess dwindled away, few at a time, ex- ! cept some of the more intimate friends who were going to stay until the bride went to the train at 2 o'clock. By and by the dancing stopped and some one began to play plaintive airs from Hel- ! ler's Studies" and Martha" and part of the 'Patheti- Sonata" which fitted in. The people sat down on the sofa and on the chairs, then on fOotstools. and the men on the floor. The bride nestled down at her fathers feet and leaned against his knees, arranging her dress around her in the way girls have to keep it from getting soiled, until she appeared like a fluffy nautilus.
 Some listened to the music. and some | talked softly of the wedding and of the ! brides chances for happiness. They
 were those who had married and lived | unhappily ever after; yet the woman who had suffered most was the most optimistic. To the hero it seemed a long time that the heroine required him to be good. He was really more unhappy than if she had not given him the hope of driving in with her: he kept telling himself that there was not | inc faintest chance-he was Polycrates throwing his ring into the sea At last she came and stood beside him. 'I will come If l can," she said in low tone; then moved step away from him, and raising her voice spoke of othe Tmatters, for the room to hear. She asked him one or two questions without getting an answer; stopped, and looked inquiringly at him.
 You may as well go on talking for the gallery he said; 'I am paying ab- solutely no attention, except to what you said first; there is nothing else care for nOw-if it is only true"
 
 stopped down to examine the ferns on the nlantlepiece. Please don't look at me like that" she whispered, its such a-such a giveaway."
 He dropped his eyes to her hands nerVously arranging the ferns. T must be good with my eyes, too, must !? But 1t Isn't polite to gaze at the cell ing while talking with-nOw don't give the obvious retort that in that case 1t would be wiser not to talk"
 They were standing very close to- gether, as people who examine ferns sometimes do. She raised her eyes to his; she who could preach so well had bette~ practice, for her soul was in her eyes. and much protestation would be ed
 She left him standing by the ferns and the candles, in front of the man uepiece. To him it was all back ground to her eyes. it and the people and the lights, and further back the music, ana even the wedding ceremony itself He felt as though he had been lost and drunk in her eyes-as though there remained but the husk of himself now that she was gone.
 Next came the getting ready to drive to the train. Some men who had wait ed' half sentimentalIy, to go down with the bride hustled about cheerfully, glad of the nearer prospect of sIeep. One of the girls called to know in which carriage the heroine was going, and the hero's heart stopped as he waited 10 hear her answer. certain that 1 she would not dare, before them all. To say that she was going with him. But the heroine was upstairs, and the | hero kept on telling himself that at the