Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1906-02-05

nate in the past. l can see you are IN
happy; and. in an indirect way. l am
the cause of your unha happiness. l would
give a great deal to make things brighter
for you. II you would let me-"
She was touched by the earnestness
Of his manner and tone.
You are very good" she said; land
I am sorry l behaved 50 badly to you"
She stood silent for a few moments,
Polling watching her quietly; while they
so stood the clock on the mantelpiece
struck L.
"You must 20 now" she told him
hurriedly. II have an appointment to
ride with some friends. Come again at
this time tomorrow"
| He did not attempt any outward dis
play Of affection, but passed down the
stairs. He met Babette half way down.
with whom does your mistress ride
to-dayT he asked.
with the Baroness de Belette"-a
woman well known for the pertinacity
with which she had chung to the extreme
edge of respectable society for the last
five years. They have a wager a. to
who will ride the greatest distance on 4
horse belonging to Monsieur Crevin
which has always refused to carry q
lady"
| Polling went on with a little unac-
knowledged anxiety in his heart. He
would 60 back and try to dissuade Pau
line from this mad freak. but that he
knew 1t would be useless; and any show
Of authority on his part just now might
perhaps undo the little good he believed
he had accomplished.
| He drove straight back to the hotel,
and sat with his chin resting on his
hands at the little table in the window
of his room. He was In a strange state
Of mingled hope and dread. He did not
know what he wished: he only knew that
he meant to do what he conceived to be
his duty; the rest he must leave in higher
hands.
While thus musing over the past, he
was brought back to the present by the
sight Of his wife cantering by in com.
pany with several others; and, following
them. he noticed fdgety chestnut horse,
with side-saddle on, which was being
led by a groom. Pauline looked up and
bowed gravely; he returned the greeting
How handsome she looked! How well
she sat her horse! How proud he might
have been of her il she had never allow.
ed the love Of riches to crowd the wom-
anliness out of her heart! He leaned
forward and watched her as far as he
could see from the window.
An hour later Polling was STOPPING
over his wlfe's poor crushed body in one
Of the little chatlets in the Bots de BOu-
| logne. She had been thrown and tram
pied on. and was dying Of internal hem
orrhage. Her voice was very low. and
her words came slowly, with many
pauses.
ut is heavens justice! After you
had gon" this morning l made up my
mind to do as you wished. l thought
l would try to love yOu-you were 80
good-and we should be-happy togeth-
er. had no right to be happy-after
my wickedness, and heaven has-settled
| it,"
| my poor mistaken girl"'
Yes. that is true. I've been mis-
taken all-my life. No one ever-tried
to make me good. I was always left to
servants-when was-a child Heaven
il just, and the great Judge will re-
member my-great temptations. VIII
YOU kiss me-just once, Alec? Say you
forgive met will make my mind
easier"
In spite Of his efforts not to disturb
her last moments by any show of feel
ing. large tear dropped upon her face.
She looked at him wonderngly, and put
up her finger to his cheek.
For me-" she said very softly-"you
cry for me. do not deserve-to have
one mourner--at my death bed. have
1 >,,se h,,k Tn IL,
him my No. l will not leave mes
sages; they might bring a curse"
Another spasm seized her; and. when
1t had passed. the hue Of death was
creeping over her face. 1t was all fin
ished now, and the strong young life that
had been 50 misused had come to an
end.
Polling took out a card and left 1t
with the people Of the house, and then
went straightway to see that all the
necessary arrangements were made for
the interment of her who had once been
very dear to him. He wrote a short let
ter to Sir Godfrey that night. 1t ran:
Dear Sir Geoffrey-Your niece. my
wife. was killed by a fall from her horse
to-day. We were reconciled at the last.
Tell your daughter can never express
my gratitude to her for sending me here;
it will always he a sour e Of thankful
ness in my heart. The family jewels
are intact. Babette tells me. and they
will he sent by special courier. When
the funeral Ia over, think l shall join
Dornton in Italy, and toward the spring
we may WORK our way homeward in
company. A Miss Ethel to keep us
ever green IN Ter memory. I've set my
heart on sec y our young friend Jack
Royal Ac" irmician before many years
With his tn mt, he wants only a little
judicious pushing. and l mean to devote
my time to pushing him.
always your sincere friend,
ALEXANDER PELLING."
Ethel was greatly affected by this let.
ter. and she went about with a very
sober face for some weeks. until the
preparations for Christmas absorbed her
and left her no time for thinking OF
handsome young artists or anything else
But, even in the midst Of the excitement
of Christmastide. there was always q
craving in her heart. a dreary sense OF
emptiness, which grew and grew unit
she was compelled. with many bushes
to admit its presence, and to acknow
edge to herself that only one person il