The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1907-07-13
CHAPTER XXIII.'

"She Is gomez The words struck me
with dismay. I concluded at once that
old Peter had succeeded in capturing poor
Psyche. He was not q man who threat
ened Idly, as the Inurderous attempt upon
the girls life had already proved.
spoke my fear 10 Sir Henry as we ran
to the cottage. You have nothing to
fear from him." be replied. with conf
dence. 1T Is more probable that she has
left tho house az she did the other day
when she found you gone
This view was partly confirmed In my
mind when I found the back door I'M
bolted. After taking a hasty glance in
her room and round the garden we re-
turned % the Chase 1t was there she
sought me before; she knew we were to
dine at the house; it was natural to sup
pose that she had taken the same path,
and had wandered from the open drive
into the deeper shade of the park Yet
my heart sang with a fearful misgiving
that the hope was delusive. We went up
to the house; then separating we search
ed the alleys of the park, calling Psyche"
as we went. But no answer came.
found myself on the spot where
had asked Ethel to be my wife and taken
her into my arms. Then, noticing close
thatched hedge and remembering the
sound of a stifed sob that had reached
my ears, l felt convinced that it had
ocme from poor Psyche's wrung heart
and that she In seeing me embrace Ethel
as had never embraced her, had learned
for herself what had not found courage
to tell her-that loved Ethel more than
loved her.
my poor little sister j. l cried, and
waited with the last hope of hearing her
sweet voice echo poor little sister ~ Not
breath broke the awful silence. Alone
| went back 10 the cottage. l called her
again and again in the garden. and went
Tito the house to search in every room
with blank hopelessness. Opening the
door of my own room. l found a trace
Of her that crisped the hair on my head.
The room was strewn with fresh-cut
flowers There were flowers on my pill
low, and beside them the ring thIt Ethel
had put on her finger.
sat down. unable to go farther, for
this touching souvenir was too signif-
cant to be misunderstood. Our CONVERSE
ton of the night before came back t.
me. What she had said il speaking Of
the impossibility Of Ethel living with US
applied unto herself-"She could not DO
that-it would be too much pain, more
than she could bear. She would rather
live alone than SEQ that you are mine,
and not hers And she had found that
IT. was for her TO go away and live alone
But where had she VANDERBILT" | asked
myself, starting UP as / realized the ne
cessity of finding the poor girl and sooth-
ms her agita:ion at once. / did not fear
suicide. Psyche scarcely knew what death
was: the possibility of seif-destruction
was beyond her imagination. Had she
simply gone along the road, on and on.
with no other object In view but to get
away from the place where 1t was too
much pain to live? No. In her room
found clew to her destination. There
was cupboard in which she kept with
strange love the relics she had brought
away with her from the cave. The rough
serge sack In which she worked BY my
side in the burrow, the shoes she wore
when the days work was done, the NECK
lace of shells that | had ground on a
flint and threaded together--they were
gone, and beside her bed lay all the
clothes ! had given her In her new life.
I felt sure she had gone back 70 the
cave 10 live alone there with sbs memory