The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1909-11-25
Thank you. but lam leaving tho

avenue a block or two up
"Ah, too bad! Bless me look at
this, pray! Here is Cecilia now-my
cousin Miss Streeter, you kuow-and
the bishop" &
"The bishop?" 1 echoed. what
bishop?"
She laughed gaiiy.
Il don't wonder you are surprised
she said; Bishop Winstanley," and.
as we turned to look at them, she
could not help the complacent little
tuck her lips took. l did not blame
her for it.
How she fits her name, doesn't
she?" I exclaimed.
"Cecelia? Why, yes, I suppose AZ.
Oh, and the bishop is such a uea.s
Cecilia is an ardent horsewoman. and
when he found we had no good mount
in our stable-1 never ride, you know
what does he do but insist upon
bringing her n of his. Splendid
fellow"
"The mount?" I inquired.
"And the bishop" she smiled back
at me. "Now, if you will, you may
hand my dog up. l almost forgot him
in the excitement of the minute"
I chased him over the grass and
captured him finally, tongue out.
Poor dear, you must forgive him
the exercise. he made you take. He
is so playful. He doesn't know how
tiresome playfulness is"
I handed him up with q carsss. I
was remembering the turn he had
served me.
Il do believe you like him." she do
clared.
Il do. But I am killing a little time,
if I must acknowledge the truth; 1 am
waiting to see the bishop and Miss
Streeter 60 by. How slowly they
comet"
"They look we'll together, don't
they?". she murmured critically.
"The ensemble is perfect" 1 said.
How quaint you are!"t she laughed.
We turned with smiles and bows to
the bishop and his companion. They
were indeed imposing. The Sistine
bowed g%uardedly, as If abe feared to
disarrange her halo. and the bishop
heamed, a little guilty, it seemed to
me. Later l found it to be another
case of the nous and, The absent cat.
Mrs. Ankony whirled along in the
opposite direction after they had gone,
and in a blur of emotions I hurried
down n avenue, not sure where ]
meant to bring up. but presently find.
ing myself ascending the Winstanley
steps. l was not clearly conscious OF
my reason for wanting to see Henri.
eta Winstanley just then except that
she always clarified things for me-
and certainly they had never needed
it worse than nov
To my great disappointment, l found
that she had gone out of town to join
an invalid friend, and that her return
and destination were not known at
home, depending as they did upon the
caprice of the friend. Her servant
thought it probable, however. that she
would not be back in town for several
weeks, perhaps q month.
I turned from her door in the deep.
est regret, but my tumblihg Thoughts
had already begun. to steady them.
selves into something resembling
calm, and I saw things a little r1ore
clearly: One thing l perceived with
startling clearnees, and that was that
Barbara had .given herself for l3an,s
liberty and good@nEme.
What it meant to her drove away
for the moment, all thought of what il
meant to me, but later my own retAel
lion arose and rioted-to no end. Il
was indeed the "hopelessness of it I'll
that smote me from the beginning. ]
felt like a paralyzed man in a fire
But he listens for the sound Of Ma
rescuers, and for me there could be
no help. There had been but one wa
to save Dana way so hideous it hcd
not even suggested itself to me, brt
Barbara, loving him as she did and
determined to save him.; hati thought
of it at once and had not hest:ated ia
take it, monstrous as it waa in its
cruelty.
That Dan could accept so high a
price of her astonished me, but
knew that she dominated him in the
affairs of their everyday life, ard ]
could understand that, sick as he was
with despair and remorse, he would
yield to her fierce persuasion, with.
out at first realizing just what ST.
was Offering for his honor.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
The Height of Praise.