The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1876-06-07
ed alone, for Grandma Peverill was al
ready far away.
A few 1zeaks later Milaa Rond and

ed alone, for Grandma Psverill was al
ready far away.
A few weeks later Miles Bond and
MIR. Helper were engaged looking over
the private papers of the lat Mrs.
Peverill, as her executors. That modest
portion of her fortune which her sons
speculations had left intact she had be-
queathed to. Agnes. Presently Miles
raised his eyes from the paper he had
been inspecting. GA rascaily piece of
business, he groaned, between his teeth.
Should he quietly light his cigar with
the paper, bury its contents in oblivion,
and marry Agnes, and go on his way
rejoicing ? No: perish the thought 2 A
Bond, of the Bonds of Bondholder, who
could trace their lineage to the Con-
queror2 A thousand times no! He
made a desperate resolve, and passed
the sheet to Harold, 1t was merely
letter from the late Mrs Peverill, set
ting forth a certain family matter, which
she had deemed it wise that they should
know, not as executors, but as lovers
"Of course this will not affect your
interest,"" said Herold, filing the paper
away, quite at his ease.
cit might not" sneered Miles, elf
I were not a Bond, with family credit
to sustain"
"And yet," said the other, Shakes
peare tells us that
60 Love is not love. which alters
When it alteration finds"
"Shake ,pelre be hanged :" quoth the
quondam lover.
The following week, when Mr.. Helper
dropped in to pay his respects to Agnes,
he found her watering her beds of mig
nonette and pansies.
ooh, she said, presently, and half
shyly, "the oldest thing has happened!
L must tell somebody! How dear grand
mamma would laugh if she were here,
aud say it served me right. I received
note yesterday (you could hardly call
Miles), and what do you think2 He
says in it-there, turn your eyes away,
don't look at me 80 while I tell you-he
bsgs me to release him from an engage
ment which, upon close examination of
his heart-under the microscope, I sup
poso-he finds himself unable to fulfill
Now you must know that there never
WAS an engagement at all between us !;
he just teased my soul out of me to
marry him, and I promised. Only to
think Of it | A Peverill, descendant of
one Robert Peverill, who figured in the
Crusades, Tilted by Miles Bond 1t
must be that grandmamma's jointure
disappointed the poor youth. Motto ::
Never appoint as your executor the man
whom you wish to marry your heir"
"You don't seem to take the affair
much to heart" said Harold.
Because my heart wasn't concerned
it it."
"What under heaven were you think
ing of, thenp'
"I was thinking whether or no you
you had changed your mind, sir
whether you would ever again dare -
''I dare do all that doth become a
lover" asseverated Harold, inclining to
the level of her lips. "Will you recon
slider the question asked you year
ago, darlinga"
And Agnes reconsidered.
Mrs. Helper had been married n year
and better, when it occurred to her, in
an idle moment, to overhaul Grandma
Peverill's papers, now that they were her
own possessions; and when she heard
Harold calling her she went slowly out
to meet him, with one of them crushed
i'll her soft hands.
"What have you there, darling2" he
asked.
"And you knew it all the while |" she
answered, irrelevantly; "you knew 1
was not Peverill, descended from the
Crusader; you knew that I had been
adopted from foreign founding
asylum And yet you loved me /! and
yet you married me. Agnes Nobody /"
and Mrs. Helper begun to cry, and al
lowed herself to be clasped in tho arms
of stonecutter's son, and found COM
fort in it.
Glove is not love, which alters
When it alteration fnds,'"
said Harold.
"But may be the daughter of cob
bier, of pauper, or worse," she
sobbed.
"You are my wife, and love you"
"Then I would rather be your wife
than the daughter Of king" said she,
smiling through her tears.
Mr.. Helper had forgotten to burn the
letter which Grandma Peverill had
written to her executors, aud 80 pride
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