The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1908-05-15
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peratlvely commanded silence. 81 y;

YET non0rS n lteolk u molly thlnI s1Ms
peratlvely commanded silencs.
All these things were passinE
through her mind with the; speed Or
lightning at high pressure the mind
either fails utterly or works with In
credible swiftness-while she. and
Norman were talking. .s.. y. q / Z!
!. at was very sad" said she, In that
mechanical manner. Yes. it was. sad.
far sadder than Norman dreamed, far
worse than he imagined, but he must
never know the truth from her. MUIR
der and wrong cried to, heaven for
justice and retributfon, for the right
and restitution, but SO far as she was
concerned they must cry in vain.
But there was great struggle with
in her, and 1t was small wonder that
she became pale and faint as the con-
test between love and honor ragged
within her breast.
ct was very sad" she had said, in
that unusual manner, looking away
from Norman as she spoke the words,
and hoping that he would not observe
the great change that had gradually
come over her as he unfolded his
story.
She wondered whether, knowing
what she did, she would ever be able
to meet his eyes again in the old way.
And yet he loved her, and she loved
him! She knew that assuredly he
would ask her to be his wife, and If
she married him, lived with him day
by day, and shared all his thoughts
and hopes would she possess the
strength to keep back the truth from
him? Only few moments before life
had seemed something set to divinest
music, and now the notes were Earring
discords that wrung and tortured her
SOUL
Norman had already noticed that
TIE story Of his fathers fate had made
her pensfve but. somewhat absorbed
in the telling of it. had scarcely per-
ceived how deeply 1t had affected her
until she uttered the words, ut was
very sad," in forced and strained
tone so completely like her own that
he was startled. He now saw how
pale she was, and, entirely unaware of
what had been passing In her mind.
cast about for reason. He knew
that she was Of the tenderest sensibtl-
ity, but the old story hardly seemed
to account for her appearance. Still
there was nothing else, so far as he
knew, and he blamed himself for hav.
ing referred to it at all.
Il hope you are not feeling III, ;" he
said; but you look as if"
"Oh, no; am quite WE'LL" said
Christabel, quickly, trying to rally her
powers The room is little hot,
perhaps"
Yes, it is warm" he agreed, and he
called TO waiter to give them more
air. do drink mouthful Or two of
your wine, and that will revive you.
You look rather white, Miss Joyce"
he went on, solicitously,. "and Il was
afraid that you were taking too much
to heart that old story about my faith
er's death. l should not have men,
toned it at ALPHABETICALLY on a
festive occasion like the present, but,
as 1 told you, thought saw; some
thing curious in your acting as nurse
to old Sisterson, and that made me-
speak of it. 1t was stupid of me-"
"Of course" answered Christabel,
with some confusion; IL was inter-
ested in hearing about your father"
Then more collectively she said, "The'
room is hot-it's warm evening, and
1 did perhaps feel little faint; a sip
Of wine will drive it away" And she
touched her glass with her lips.
Feeling a little faint?" asked Philip
Joyce, hearing Christabel's last words,
which, had been spoken somewhat emf
phatically. How is that, Chrissy?''
'sThe heat of the room," replied
Christabel. Don't you find it bit'
trying?" she asked Ada Addington:.
1T is" answered Ada, politely,
though she had not noticed it herself.
There hardly seems to be any air"
said Norman. Il was telling your sis.
ter, Philip he continued, about my
father, and how he and Sir John Sis
terson were partners long ago.
(To Be continued.)