The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-07-10

Sackville."
Her words were more than an
empty convention, and the minister
felt it, His heart had gone out with
great pity towards the girl whom
he had baptized as a baby, whom
he had romped with as a child, and
whom he had received into the
church in after years. He loved her
almost as much as John Castlemaine
himself and no one had sympathized
with her more deeply than he.
Thank you. Olive he said. DO
you know what I've been thinking
about all the morning.
The girl was silent.
Il am sure it is right he said,
God never makes mistake
But We do" replied Olive.
Yes, but it's all right. | am
not an easy-going optimist, as you
know, and | don't see how what
have said can be true. But 1t is.
1t helps me to bear my own sorrow
to say it. God bless you, my little
girl"
/ He went back to the hotel, leaving
! father and daughter together. In
! spite of the sad news he brought, in
! spite of the fact of his going away,
his words comforted her There is
always help in the words and pres
ence of good man.
IF | were sure did right" she
said presently.
You could have done nothing
else" said John Castlemaine.
She did not answer for some
time, neither did she turn TO the
letters and papers which Mr.. Sack
vile had laid by her side. She
was thininkg of the words which
Leicester had spoken to her. She re
membered how he had said that if
there was a God He had used her
as means of his salvation, and
she wondered how much truth there
was in what he had said. Even yet
she did not understand her own
heart; all she knew was that since
she had read the letter which had
: destroyed her hopes, life had been a
great pain. Anger, pride, disappoint
ment, and love, had each in theiI
turn fought for the mastery, anC
her heart had seemed to be broken
Z in the struggle.
NO" she said, 81 suppose l could
not"
, I'VE see what his reformation
was worth" said John Castlemaine
Evidently he was playing you false
l all the time"
Olive was silent.
+ Now, honestly, Olive" said he
= father, suppose you had chance
of altering the past, what would yol
do? Would you marry him.
No"
| The word came from her lips be
. fore she knew she had uttered il
: 1t seemed as though her heart spok,
;. for her. John Castlemaine breathe,
"A sigh of satisfaction.
He was a bad, selfish, cynica
man all the time, Olive" he said
In no possible light was his con
I duct eXcusable A drunkard | coult
have forgiven. if that were all, al
though you could never have mar
ried a drunkard--"
No" said Olive quietly.
! But to-no, | will not repeat il
The man forfeited all right to re
I spect."
+ Il want to get back home. father
| | want to take up my work. | was
cowafd to come away; let us g,
r back with Mr.. Sackville."
, impossible, my dear; still, viii
not keep you here against you
( will. Perhaps tomorrow but rea
your letters, Olive"
Almost mechanically she turne,
to her letters, and read them. The
p We're OF no Importance, and sh,
g skinned them carelessly Then sh,
l unfastened the wrapper of one o
the newspapers and began to read
e minute later she uttered cry o
pain as it fell from her hands.
t What is it, my dear?"
t She did not speak, but looked
r away with stony stare towards tn,
= shining sea in the distance.
Tell me, Olive, what is the mat
ter?"
She pointed to the newspaper.
I He is dead she said.
Go be continued)