The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1877-05-19

$50 that's all over, and am free again, and
wU can go homo tomorrow" said lIary, wher
she had read the letter twice, feeling as light
hearted as 4 bird.
The lawyers letter camc In duc course, al.
testing the gcnuinGneSs Of tho recent will, and
Mary began to think whether she should al
olcU return England, or, as It was the height
Of the summer, travel little first, now that ono
burden, ut least, was removed which had made
travelling, and all things else under tho Sln a
wearinesS. But, to her surprise, II was Frau-
leLn who now cast obstacles in the way. There
was this reason and thnt reason why thOy could
not possibly leave Seuenthal at once, and whom
Mary ovCrrtilcd them all. poor Fraulcin Naxetl
fearful and nervous, and had headaches, till
Mary, perreiving Some mysterious cause, prom
iSed to stay "a little longer In the spot which
sh0 hsd almost begun TO hate aS prison.
| II was very wGariSome to her, however; she
was longing for home, and rock and flood bore
10 her the aspect Of iailOrs. She had wandered
alone one afternoon to the edge Of that chAsm
wliere We saw her first. The new path was
made; tho wOrkmGn were all gone; there was
silCuce but for tho yoice Of the river. Fraulein
WAS at home with tho headache. Again Mary
wore that same wh.te dress In which her grace
full figure showed 10 well, and the soft pIaits Of
her brown hair were rich In shadow under her
simple hat. young pedestrian Of tho true
British type, a sunny-haireti, frank-eyed NOR
tai, who came swinging down tho river side,
thought that lo had never seen o picture
more pleasing or more welcome 10 hts eyes,
She did not rAiSo her head at his tootstop, until
he stood close behind her, stopped, and said,
softly:
"Mary"
She staSted and looked at him, trembling.
III senS Of loneliness, the tears had been
ready before, and now they came brimnlinS
over.
"Oh, Tom" she cried. "How-how-how
could your
There was no one to SEQ how he soothed
her, nor how glad he WAS to have her In his
arms at last, nor (truth to tell) how glad Sle
was 10 he there. Dut when Me surprise and tho
CRYING wero over, Mary felt that she was forsak-
Ing all her principles, and began TO gather back
some shadow Of reserve.
"t was startled" she said. "You should not
have come like That. have given you no rea-
son."
"Look here, Mary" said Tom Derby, In
| straightforward, manly way thRt there was no
withstAnding, ~ want 10 know what Il Is that
has come between us. know letters would be
OF no use, 70 cHmO TO lind you at the frStmo.
ment had my holiday, Just to ask that one
qUeIion."
She looked IN his face and blushCd; slle was
ashamed Of her wretched wisdom.
~ love yOu, and ! do bOlleYe you love lne,
aud what hindcrs us from being happy"
No answer.
AZ have been thinking anu thinking day and
night, and all ! can think lN this, liary-that
, old Mr. Mantol has put his old world suspicious
into You, aud taught You to believe was LOOK
Ing after your money. Was that III BE hon
eat and truO with me, Mary"
ale used 10 say 10, certainly" said Mary,
bending her head low over flower shc was
plucking to piecoS. "H He said 1t va" the way
at may be the way OF tho world, but It is
not my way, ho answered, earnestly, pCrhaps
tritle panied, but not offended. ado you not
know nle better than that2 Iwish your money
were at the bottom Of tho sea, II Il is to stand
between iis Money IL n good thing In Itself,
part two people who love one another y
The last dying spark OF Mary's wo. Idly Wis
dom shOne ont In her next speech. 90 40 8
/ at cannot do that now, Tom. a new will
has becn found, and Mr.. MAnton has loft his
property to the heir, after all, to keep up tie
estate" a... ...-. 90
{ ,''Aud you are az poor asa church mouse n
She nodded. Tom throw his hat into the
air. 'f4l4. III
: "IIurrah !! Then that is all right. You won't
mind snug cottage at Twick6nhAm or somo-
where, where we'cAn boRS happy as turtlCdoves
on my Ave hundred year, Heaven bless the
old gentleman and his second will !" y
Mary turned upon him belming, yet thor-
oughly ashamed Of herself She felt sense OF
rest and deliyerence, and as they walked homo
at last ho talked blithOly Of that TwickenhAm
cottage sho reserved mention Of her annual
threc thousand which still remained, that he