The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1877-11-22

mere, IN a soothing voice.
Mother, | know YOU are only
talking lightly, but it does provoke
me when YOU speak Of love between
Herbert Talfourd and me. If YOU
only knew how | detest him. and
| will not submit to his lnterfer-
ence any longer"
'.Mv dear Sibyl, / understand
how YOU detest him better than
YOU do YOURSELF" and Mrs. Rem
mere smiled quietly, But what has
happened now"
s.Whv, / was driving alone in
the Park Yesterday, when he came
to me, said it looked anything but
ladv-like out alone driving a pair
of fast ponies; took the relns dellb-
erately out of my hands and drove
me home"
"And, my dear, he said what
was perfectly true. | never drove
out in such a style; you are setting
a very bad example, Sibyl. Al
ready | hear complaints of Julie
Slome, Elsie Harrington, and sew
eral others driving a fast pair, and
all because they have e C you do
ing it,
sWhy, mother, | eve ask any
one to follow my example. do as
| please. and | have a perfect right
to. so long us | know IN my heart
| do nothing wrong, and this day
puts an end to it: if Herbert Tai
fourd interferes with me again |
shall certainly offend him."
"My dear, you must remember he
is an old friend of the family, and
at present II guest. If he were
not very much interested in your
welfare he would not speak at all to
you, for I'm sure your conduct and
speech have often given HIM Of
fence"
"Well, l will not be dictated to
bv him, and he a hereafter take
an interest in some one that will
appreciate it don't. There"
"Sibyl's "there" must have set
tied it, for Mrs. Renmere said no
more, but succumbed, as she had
| done all her life to her wilful child.
81 do detest him and | won't put
up with it." murmured Sibyl, as
| she made her way to her own room,
with an angry flush upon her beau
tiful face.
AS she opened her room door she
saw her maid sitting weeping, and
instantly the anger died out of her
face, and a look of sympathy was IN
it's stead.
"'Is your little nephew any worse,
Marie?" asked Sibyl.
ooh, no, Miss Sibyl, he's not
worse, but | could not keep back
my tears when | came home. am
crying out of pure gratitude. Your
kindness has saved his life, Miss
Sibyl. Can | ever do enough to
repay your
s'The little fellow is much better,
then?"
And the society belle turned away,
and, with a quick movement,
touched her eyes with her handker-
chief.
Gle will be no time in recover
ing now, the doctor says, and he
owes his whole life to you, Miss
Sibyl. Oh, how can | ever repay
you?"
"You can repay me in II way,
MARKEDLY never saying anything
more about it. Have you been to
the Atwoods??'
eyes, Miss Sibyl; | took the
wine and the fruit as You told me-"
land how is Mr.. Atwood?"
Mr.. Atwood was the husband of
Sibvl's seamstress, Il man who had
very prosperous at one time, but
who had failed in business. and
also in health. until his wife had to
take in sowing for the support of
him and their two children.
Everybody knows what support
the needle Of one frail woman can
give a family.
They We're on the direct road to
starvation when Sibyl Renmere's
maid found out their condition, and
reported the same 10 ner mistress.
Very low, indeed, Miss Sibyl;
he cannot last many days" answer
ed Marie.
is there anything else we can do
for them, Marie?:'
.'Bless your tender heart. my
mistress, you have already supplied
all their wants. The doctor SAYS
nothing more can be done for his
patient
Order the carriage early to-mor-
row morning, Marie, and we Will
call there"
"Oh, you are so good, Miss
Sibyl!'
Sibyl suppressed a sigh as she
said:
eff those who have enough and
to spare of this worlds treasure do