The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1860-04-26

tween you and my son is what never
could-never will agree to. The title
(and the new baronet drew up his little
person with much dignity I cannot
prevent his having, but shilling of my
money goes not with it, unless he mar
ries with my perfect consent. Forgive
me, young lady-I esteem your char
acter; FL" He raised his eyes,
and the deathlike hue of Margaret's
features seemed, for the first time to
give him the idea that he spoke to a
beiiny>sadpwcd with feeling.
s'Aliss Sunderland I was not prepared
for this. Mkboped matters had not
gone so far. Fken you really love
Ernest ?" ~
Whatever my sentiments, SIP, may
be toward your son. she replied-all
the proud woman reused within her
81 would never entail beggary upon
him.
"Well spoken, faith and 1 am sure,
Miss Sunderland, that had you-in
short you must be aware this is a very
delicate subject; but had you fortune
equal to my hopes of Ernest, / would
prefer you-upon my word would
though lnever saw you till this moment
to any woman in England. You see,'''
he persisted, assuming the tone of low
bred confidence, 81 have, as mercan-
tile man, had many losses; perhaps
you know that ?" He paused for re-
ply, which Margaret could not give.
"These losses must be repaid, and there
is only one way TO do so. If Il had not
the station TO support which | have, it
would not signify; but as man of IT,
tie, the truth is, l require, and must
have, ten or twenty thousand pounds
within a very little time-there is but
one way to obtain it; you would not,
land here the man of wealth, and the
man of rank, forgot himself in the
husband and the father,) you would
not, l am sure, by persisting in this
love affair, entail ruin upon me and
mine. Ernest has two sisters and a
mother, Miss Sunderland"
Margaret's breath came short and
quick, the room reeled round, and, as
she endeavored to move to open the
window, she must have fallen but for
the support that Sir Thomas Heathwood
afforded her.
81 will never bring ruin on any one, .
she said at last. "What is it you re-
quire of me ?''
'"ro write and reject, fully and en-
tirely, my sons addresses, and never,
never see him more"
''This, sir, | cannot; l will see him
once more, for the last time this eve
ming. l will practice no deceit, but
will tell him what is necessary. There,
sir, you have my word, and may the
Almighty ever preserve you and yours
from the bitterness of poverty ?"
We'll might the old baronet dread
the effects of another interview between
Margaret and his son, when he himself
experienced such a sensation Of awe
and love toward this self.denying girl
yet such was the holy truth of her re-
solve, that he had not the power to dis
pute it. He left the cottage, after var
ious attempts to give utteranee to hil
contending feelings.
" Margaret - screamed her mother,
as she was passing to her room; "de
Margaret, Just come here and see how
well-how young look with my wild
ow's cap-a conceit of my own, thi.
trimming-when you are married te
Ernest l shall dress in white. should
like to know what sort of man hi.
father is, and if he is likely to live long
or die soon: dear Margaret" added
the poor woman, in all the pure yulgari
ty of mind. Z" should so like to heal
a child of mine called 'my lady p'
This was too much for her poor daugh
ter, who rushed into her little cham
Der, and burying her face in her hands
yielded to emotions which, for time
were too powerful to submit to tn,
control of reason.
The evening of that eventful da,
was clear and balmy; the flowers 0
Of the early spring disseminate thei
fragrance over every little weed ani
blade of grass, till they were alIimpreg
mated with more sweet odor the few
insects which the April sun calls int
existence, clung YEARLY to the young
tendrils for support, and the oak.leave
of the past autumn still rustled beneatl
the tread of the creeping hedgehog, o