Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-02-02

the young lady-whom / must mention
with respect, since she is unknown
knows of this shameful bargain with a
man chained with many debts, tell her
i that would rather go to prison than
accept her hand, or do her theinjury of
| wedding her to a hu band who can not
/ love her.'' '''
20 "Very) well-very well, Mr.. Cover,
GAS for yourself, ami suppose I
ought to be-obliged by your offer but
I am not obliged by your threat. You
can at once comm encean action for the
recovery of your Gains. My family
solicitor will see to that. | dare say |
can endure poverty; but, according to
your own showing, it will not be for
longl'Ia8d Aa s. !.
The white eyebrows and eyelashes of
Mr.. Tabernacle locked whittier than ever
as his client spoke. When he had fin
ished, he dashed his knife into his blot
ting-pad, and cried out: 4ao
"Stay, Mr.. Cover, if you please-jjust
stay moment. So you reject my daugh-
ter?"
"I-" returned Percy.
| But before he could finish the sem
tence the door opened, and Myra stood
between them.
"Spare yourself the trouble, Mr..
Cover" she said, very calmly and very
softly. :" reject you. have heard all.
l admire and honor your behavior, and
like you all the more because you are
true, even to one to whom you are not
pledged. Thank God that have been
offered to an honorable man." -
care you-are you" cried Percy,
utterly bewildered. .F
I" Let me say all have to say-for l
am weak and wound ed-and then let
me 90. l forbid"-she stamped her
foot here, and her eyes flashed fire on
her father" forbid my father to make
you the victim of my refusal. beg
him to wound me even more than he
has, but not you;; and give you to un-
derstand, Sir, that / had no more know
ledge of this shameful offer than had
that my father dealt in money--as Jews
| have done for centuries. Speak, father,
and tell him this is true" tsss.. .
~. " 1t is true, Mr.. Percy Cover, Sir"
said Tabernacle, disconsolately.
all His little game seemed "up'' for the
| present. Generally, he could make
men pliable as wax by money. This
| one had failed him.
Z, sand now, goodbye. Forget that
you have seen my humiliation; forget
my fathers. base proposition and think
at least that among our people there is
one who would not stoop to do mean
action! Let me take your hand. /
like your true, frank loyalty, though"
Her eyes fell as they met his, and filled
with tears. He was her beau ideal-the
one man she could have loved. She
raised his hand to kiss it in her humility
when, suddenly, she found him at her
feet. fq.r~s .t W
"Miss Cavendish,' he said" dear
Myra, forgive me. | did not know,
really-I am half bewildered-"
He did not say more, as she raised
him up, and with glad surprise looked
at him with eyes so full Of joy that he
could not mistake their import.
! He drew her to him, and kissed her
lips, murmuring, 1ay r" -t5@t
"Myra darling, you love me, and |
adore you |" ......--- .t.tt
"Hallo p cried the bewildered Taber-
nacle "what's up now? / say, Mr..
Percy Cover, Sir p q
~ beg, pardon, Mr.. Tabernacle; but
allow me to say that | accept your Offer"
"Then it's all right, after all-and
didn't put the pot on for nothing!"
Mr.. Tabernacle jumped up from his
chair, and whirled, dancing, into the
next room, through the green baize door.
Percy, seeing bright brass bolt at
his side, cleverlys bolted him out. - -T
"My darling he said, running to
Myra, "my heart is almost too full to
speak. I love you so much-oh, 80
much more than l did before this morn
ingl Will you take me now am penni-
less ?'' --...- e.
"Percy," she murmured, II would
marry you were you the poorest of the
poor. But you will not be so always.
You will raise me. Did you not know
me?"
"Not bit, my dear one. | thought
your name was Cavendish."
$50 it is-Myra Cavendish.'
"And Tabernacle, too ~ said Percy,
slyly looking at her, with his wide blue
eyes full of love. ...5.,......
"But I hope it won't be SO long, dar-
ling" whispered Myra, in voice heard
only by her lover. Ills lmperlous eyes
had seemed to demand that confession.
Percy Cover put a great red seal,
manufactured by four red lips, upon the
contract, and felt that Myra was his wife
indeed. 81
"I say, Mr.. Percy Cover, Sir" said
Tabernacle, coming in through another
door, "you might have kicked me out,
you know, safely. Lord Arabic is just
dead and, by jingol you could have
paid me off when you liked, and"
"Hush, father y said Myra.
"But you won't go from your bargain,
Iknow. You're an honorable man, Sir (;
and as soon as you like you can have the
money, and make that young woman
Lady Arable.p = ay.d a.l,ie,r.a ,e5s.
s"But," said Percy, looking down in
his kindly, noble, naughty way, with
which he lextinguished the solicitor,
"she will be Mr.. Tabernacle's daughter
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