Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-07-07
Gerald soathw,ck. T.a.Trader, China.
H. H.

Al 1oAS suttCu VI VSlfcl lawn. UdlllCu
in delicious golden sunshine. Four peo-
pie finishing game of lawn-tenn1s, and
as many looking on with kind of lazy
interest. On either hand shady shrub
berries, bordered with brilliant flower
beds; at the end of the lawn little
brook; i'll the distance the long sweep Of
the Cotswolds
Fifteen" courts Captain Hall, trium-
phantly, as vicious stroke of Gerald
Sorthwick's racket drives the bail beyond
bounds Gerald has played badly
throughout, almost in silence, with a
grave face and compressed lips. 1t does
not matter, for hisspartner, Maud Conway,
has exchanged with Captain Hall enough
merry badinage for dozen people. The
young lady is nettled now at an ignomin-
ious defeat.
II could wish you victor in a better
contested fight, Captain Hail.
at is my highest ambition, Miss Con-
way" There was nothing in the words,
but the meaning, tone, and low bow
gave them point Maud bit her lips, and
Gerald threw down the racket, his face
a little sterncr than before. She turned
to him, an angry glittering in the violet
eyes:
Your play has been wretched, Mr..
SorthWick; 1t was never worse. For the
future we dissolve partnership.
'Can we? can we, Maud2' He speaks
meaningly now, and it seems strange her
| name can come with such tender inflec-
ton from so hard and firm mouth
Maud to my friends, sir, Miss Con-
way to YOU"
He leaves her, and saunters into the
shrubbery, following little winding
path until it reaches the brook. Then
he throws himself at full length upon the
| soft moss, and thinks bitter things of the
girl who has befooled him. Half an hour
later there is rustic among the boughs
and he sees her in the act Of retreating.
II am sorry disturbed your slumbers,
Mr.. Sorthwick. l thought you were
gone"
''You disturb my life, Maud, waking
and sleeping. Come here
He spoke with such command, she in
stinctively obeyed, but her whole SOU
rose in rebellion. Itwas novel expert
ence to the spoiled and petted beauty
He pointed to a low, rustic seat, anc
she took it. AS though to measure
strength, they look into each others faces
his pale, determined; hers passionate
resentful. Then Gerald turns his heac
away. lest resolution should fail. His
tone is low. but full of fierce, suppressed
energy:
sYou have not played with my love fol
months, Maud, without learning what i
is. 1t comes between nae and all othe1
chance Of happiness"
He pauses few seconds, wherein sht
plucks a wild-fower, and picks it tt
pieces. Sweet and pensive she look
now, and unwontedly thoughtful; bu
his ewes are on the distant hills
'sfrcm time to time, when | woul(
have spoken, you silenced me, and
thought it glrlish coyness. You mad
me believe you cared, Maud"
| If only he would look now, and Sc
how the girl mobile features answer tn
sorrowtul wall in his voice. But he doe
not
81 saw you flirting continually, but
was your nature, and | did not mind, TO
l thought you gave me more. So yo
fooled me as you fooled Others"
ssFortune- hunters all of them" sh
broke in.
: Possibly" and his proud head VA
!. thrown back little. {" I am free fraa
, that imputation. Rich as you are, Mis-
Conway, the Sorthwicks Of Sourthwic
, are richer"
IS 1t was true, as she knew we'll. Gen
eral Sorthwick, the elder, had the repu
, tation of being the wealthiest landowne
7 in the country, and he was the only sol
cit is time the farce were ended, h
| continued. 81 have been too long the will
ing slave Of your caprice. 1t is not fttin
| the woman l honor above all the worl
, should be on terms of free and easy il
r timacy with such man as Capital
1 Hall''
t A contemptious curl Of the lip emphs
sized the words.
2 Maud started as though they had stun
]. her; her hasty temper in arms immed
3 ately.
.By what right do you venture t
g critcise my friendship, sir?''
, "You shall give me the right" he re
$ Joined, hotly," or from this day wi
: never willingly touch your hand nor Sc
r your face. Friendship! what is that be
side such love as mine? Choose betwee
$ them, Maud: his friendship or my low
1 l will never ask you again"
e This desperate earnestness almo
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