The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-12-03
CHAPTER XXU.-coS1rSurp.

CHAPTER XXII.-coSIISuEp.
That's not respectful way to speak Of any
gentleman" answered. 'lf you wish to In.
quire for my lady's nephew, you win pleas,
mention him as Mr.. Franklin Blake
She limped step nearer TO me, and looked
a. if she could have eaten me alive. '.Mr.
Franklin BlAker she repeated after me. Muir
derer Franklin Blake would be = filter name FOR
him.
Nv practice with the late Mrs. Betterelgs
came in handy here. Whenever woman tries
TO put you out Of temper turn the tables, and
orally prepared for every effort you can make
in YOUR own defense but that. One word does
ms well as hundred; and one word did II with
I.impins Lucy. looked her pleasantly in the
face; and said-'Pooh
The girls temper famed out directly. She
poised herself on her sound foot, and she took
her crutch and beat II furiously three times on
the ground 'IIe's murderer he's q mur-
dercr! He has been the death Of Rosanna
Spearman!' She screamed that answer at the
top Of her voice. One or two Of the people at
work in the grounds near US looked up-saw Il
was Limping Lucy-knew what to expect from
that quarter-snd looked awsy again.
slIe has been the death Of Rosanna Spear
msnr repeated. What makes you say that,
Lucy!'
what do you care, What does any man
care, Oh II she had only thought Of the
mcn as I think, she might have been living
now =
she always thought kindly Of NE. poor
SOUL said; and, to the best Of my ability,
always tried To act kindly by lar
Ny answer melted Limping Lucy. She bent
her head down, and laid il on the top Of her
crutch.
4 loved her. the girl said softly she hal
lived miserable life, Mr.. Bettervlge-vile peo-
pie had ill-trcatcd her and lei her wrong-and
Il hadn't spoiled her sweet temper. She was an
angel. She might have been happy with me.
had . plan for our going to London together
like sisters, and living by our needles. That
man came here, and spoiled Il all He be-
witchcd her. Don't tell me he didn't mean IL,
and didn't know IL He ought to have known
Il lie ought TO have taken pity on her. Il
can't live without him-and, oh Lucy, he never
even looks at me- That's what she said. Cru
cl, cruel, cruel said, NO man Is worth fret
ting for in that way And she said, There
ars men worth dying for, Lucy, and he Is one
Of them.' hsd saved up . little money. |
had settled things with father and mother. |
meant TO take her away from the modification
she was suffering here. We should have had a
little lodging in London, and lived together like
sisters. She had good education, sir, as you
know, and she wrote q good hand. She was
quick at her needle. have good education,
and write good hand. I am not as quick at
nv needle rs she was-but could have done.
We might have got our living nicely. And oh!
what happens this morning, what happens this
morning, Her letter comes, and bids me good
bye forever. Where Is her cries the girl, lift-
ing her head from the crutch. and flaming out
again through her tears. where's this gentle
man that mustn't speak Of, except with re
.pcct, Ha, Mr.. Bstteredge. the day Is not far
off when the poor will rise against the rich.
pray Heaven they may begin with him. pray
Heaven they may begin with him.
what do you want with Mr.. Franklin Blake'
Iasked.
II want b. see him.
For anything In psrticulsrr
Il have got letter 10 give him.
Prom Rosanns Spearmsn"
YES
sent to you in your own letter.
YES
Was the darkness going to lin, Were all the
discoveries that was dying tn make, coming
and Offering themselves to me Of their own &C
cordf was obliged 20 wait = moment Ser
gcant Cuff had len his infection behind him
Certain signs anu tokens, personal 70 mySu
warned me that the de'ecu'e-'e'er was oeS'h
ming to set IN again.
'lou can't see Mr. Franklin, sam.
Il must, and will, see him.
lie went TO London last night
Limping Lucy looked me hard In the iace
AMI saw that was speaking the truth. With
out word more she turned about again IN
stantly toward Cobb's Hole
stop ," l said. Il expect news OF Mr.. Frank
lin Blake tomorrow. Give me your letter. ane
III send u on 10 him oy .he Pos.
L'mping Lucy sfesh'cd hsrset ON ner or"'on
AMI 'ookei o~ek AZ me over ner 'aou ris -. 4;
Am " gV ~ i,V"' my Mann !, Nv 49," -.
hands, she said. And am 10 give 70 MN
IN no other way.
shall write and tell him "hat you M"
sahr
Tell him hate him. And you VIII tel MN
the truth
Yes, yes. But about the Letter"
'lf he wants the letter. he must come bach
here AMI get Il frum me-
With those worls she limpel of on the way
to Cobb's Hole. The de'ective-feyer burned ~
all my dignity on the spot ! followed her and
tried TO make her talk. All In vain. IL wa'
my misfortune TO be q man-and Limpins Lucy
cnjoyci Disappointing me. Later IN the day
tr'ct my luck with her mother "ood Mrs
Yolland could only cry and rcccommend droI
Of comfort out Of the Dutch bottle. | fcunc
the fisherman on the beach: He said t Was -
bal job, and went on mending MS net. NeI