The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1909-08-27

Play would be q success. EsS SsSs s ssS
On It's success i good deal hun.
for him. Bonholt Hume had beer
down at Lendal, and from his repor,
It seemed evident that his cousin
Ralph was very much alive; TINT he
had every prospect Of living long az
ter the big race he had set his heart
on winning, and In that case Pride o
Life would run and would win. An
thongs own flly, Lady Olive. which
was entered, was not quite good
enough. he was afraid, to defeat Pride
o. Life. Esl Is.
Yes, Anthony strangways deyoutly
wished that this parson had not
turned up to exercise a disturbing in.
fluence over Olive vanstone. And
what did that odd. yelled reference to
the police signify?
"The act will be over in few min.
utes, now" he said.
He crossed the stage, spoke to the
stage manager-an irritable, red-faced
man with the vocabulary OF q ships
bo'sun-who seemed to be unable to
conduct the rehearsal without great
deal of explosive language, then spoke
to Olive Vanstone.
Presently he returned to Ruthen.
I'll take you to the managers
room. She'll see you there
In the room Stephen waited several
minutes; then the door opened, and
Olive faced him.
1t was moment that held a sense
of constraint both for the woman, who
had paused on the threshold with a
half-defiant challenge in her dark
eyes, and the man facing, her in
silence across the dividing gulf of a
love outworn-the man, whose clerical
dress struck an odd note of incon-
gruity against the room, with its med.
ley Of framed theaterical photographs
with f1amboyant signatures and the
sketches for posters and stage-cos,
tunes pinned against the walls.
Olive Vanstone was the first to
break the waiting pause. She closed
the door, but still stood just inside the
room, her hand resting on the knob.
"Why have you Gomez" she broke
out suddenly. ooh, 1 know treated
you badly, that I deserve any re-.
proaches you may heap upon me, but
that is a reproach," he said, quietly;
but his voice was not quite steady
The sight of this woman he had once
loved had touched SO many buried
dreams and memories, and they
stirred within him like an imprisoned
pain.
''The reproach that your silence i'm
plies, then," she said, quickly. half
deiantly. d.
She paused, looking at him, then the
lines of her face suddenly softened;
she made step forward towards him,
and the hard note went out of her
voice. ~ .4-4
stephen, don't think too hardly O,
me-" she went on, in low tone. "You
were always kind, far kinder than
deserved such a wild, hayward crea-
ture Of moods! And I treated you SO
badly. The thought of your kindness
that night came to you in the
! church, ill and almost beside myself,
makes me feel ashamed; made me
shrink from the thought of meeting
you again. Only"-she drew deep
breath-''I had. to do what did; I
couldn't stay in the. rectory, where
everything reminded me Of the hor.
ror Of Philips death. I knew that you
and your sister had conspired to help
his murderer to. evade Justice; and
that made me angry and lsbitter-it
seemed as though you we're siding
with my enemies-made me more de.
termined than ever to go away from
WildfeIl, free and 'unquestioned. Can't
! you understand :. how. I felt-that I
must snap every, link that ;fettered me
to the place associated with that hor.
ror?" And a little shudder ran
! through her as she spoke. Then the
offer of a stage career came to me:
knew that if told YOU. you would
try to dissuade me. It seemed, a
chance of finding new interests, OF
living for the present and, future; ]
wanted SO much to shut the door on
the past and its sorrow < 5H;5
| He had listened to the woman's de
Tense so far in silence; now he broke
in with sudden vehemence: sf'
But there's no key that will locl
that door, or keep it fast shut! We
don't leave the past. behind; it fol
lows us-it always follows us! It's
about that very crime, Philip Hume's
murder, that have sought you out
now" he cried because felt that
after keeping silence 80 long It would
be less Of, q shock to you to hear the
truth from ma ther than from the
police:',' {
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