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CHAPTER XVIII.
The Recall Of the Wandersr.

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CHAPTER XVIII.
The Recall Of the Wanderer.
did not come down to breakfast
next day, and when luncheon was
served Miss Carney remained away
to be with Miss Weston, who was
confined to her room. if not to her
bed.
At dinner, which was formal af-
fair in honor Of the rector and HIS
wife, Miss Carney greeted me cordial
ly and unaffectedly, but, beyond an
evanescent flush that lighted up her
face, and vanished as quickly as 1t
came, she gave no sign that my te-
merity OF the night before had made
the slightest impression upon her
mind. She was superbly gowped, and
her manner, while natural and entire
ly unconstrained, Impressed me az
being in q way, unusually thoughtful
and serious; yet at times her face
fairly glowed with the contented. sat
isfied expression OF one whose cup
Of happiness was filled and overflow
ing.
l knew what It meant, for I could
no longer hide the truth from myself
If l would, and yet even then stroye
ito devise plan by which could
take myself away and out Of her life
so that in time her heart would again
be free.
/ did this in good faith. for. really
ing my unworthiness as ! did and
knowing well that many circum-
stances had conspired to give her an
exalted opinion Of me and my ahil
tiles, which. otherwise she never
would have reached, l felt it my duty
10 step. aside and not stand in the
way Of the far greater conquest that
she was surely destined to make.
No tongue can tell the extent to
which regretted my act Of tempo
rary weakness on the previous even
ing, and cursed my indiscretion IN
taking advantage OF her hour1of sor-
row and despair when / should have
been strong enough to withstand the
tempter, IL only by virtue of the great
and ever Increasing magnitude OF my
devotion. That she knew 1t now there
could be no doubt, and knew with
equal certainty that she returned my
love with all the ardor Of her great
warm heart.
Mr.. Arthur sedgewick. the rector.
proved to be jovial sort of an indt-
vidual, OF the norid type and port
wine complexion, while his wife was
demure little woman who regarded
him with unconcealed admiration and
whose greatest satisfaction In lie
was derived from half-stifled exclania-
tons OF mock horror at his constant
unconventional sallies and jests..
$50 you saw all the plays. in New
York;" he asked, as the conversation
imperceptibly took q theatrical turn.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Miss Carney.
in almost her, childish enthusiasm.
I'VE went every night and to all the
matinees, too. We had not been in
an English-speaking country in SO
long that we fairly reveled In the
alter and we even saw Maud Adams
four times" st
You like her. then" I remarked.
for want Of something better to say,
but feeling 1t my duty to show an in
tsrest clearly at variance with the
true object of my thoughts.
Now, Mr.. Ware, that is altogether
too bad!'' returned Miss Carney, in
an obviously assumed tone OF bad
image. You said that In exactly the
way that the traveller at sea greeted
his roommate one morning, when he
observed politely, but with about as
much enthusiasm Is you yourself have
just shown, Good morning, old man.
Il hope you are we'll; not that I care
. rap, but Just to start the converse
tion!'p
The restor's wife looked properly
, shocked. while her liege lord laughed
uproariously and cried:
Y Il heard that story when ! was in
college. Miss Carney, but unless my
memory fails me, the wording was
somewhat different"
81 expurgated 1t for your especial
benefit, sir" returned Miss Carney sol.
EMMY and then. in reply to my ques-
ton, she added:
81 think Miss Adams is gust too
sweet and dainty for anything. Is IL
really true that she Is married."
i at has been rumored that she is
married to her manager" replied,
"but hardly think it possible, for
they are almost never together. You
/ know, she spends her summers In
Massachusetts while he is in Lon.
!. dan, and. just as soon as he re.
turns in the autumn, she always
starts for the west with the Little
Minister"
IS Mercy" exclaimed the rector's
wife, in unfeigned establishment,
while we all laughed in spite Of our.
selves, and the reverend gentleman
fell into a violent At Of coughing
and dropped his fork on the floor.
When the general levity caused by
my remark had subsidized somewhat,
and he was able to speak, he explain.
ed: "The Little Minister my dear
is play, and not man. / music
take you to see 1t the next time we
are in town"
rs it biblical play?" asked Mrs.
Sedgewick with interest,
ooh. dear, no." replied Miss Car
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