Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-20

she would have to lift him out of it. Marry
him Pa rustic Esculapius! What finale to
her grand career which she had always intend
ed should terminate in amarriage of splendor
She refused to see Mr. Mer7gne the h' nexi
time he called, and then spent the evening in
regretting it.
i After that she said, "No matter.n Her night
of torment oyer, in which she debated the
point with herself, tossing on her uneasy pil.
low, and found out that ambition must Weld
to love, she rose up comforted
~ have plenty for both, if it must be so,'
she said, abiding to her large income "He
has talent to get on, and we will make him a
career. Butt doubt if it ever comes to that
in reality; he Will think of that first before he
thinks of me. He is fascinated now:
bEt-well, let the future take care of itself.
We are in our summer; let it have its way,
Perhaps the Autumn winds will end it.''
And so gave herself up to the bliss of the
passing moment.
Thus came Maria Leigh's unhappiness,
Judge what it was for her to watch these two,
she felt Do not blame Edgar Mervyne too
harshly. He had never told his love; diff
/ dent of his power to please, he had never pre-
sumed that he would be accepted by Captain
Leigh. And when this flood tide Of passion
overwhelmed him he found it stronger than
he was, and he strove to comfort himself with
the hope that Maria had not cared for him.
And so the weeks of the summer went on and
on undemonstrative was her lover that
Sophia Mortimer repeated over and over
again to herself. 81 doubt if it ever comes to
! that.n
It did sscome to that.n When the harvest
moon was filing the nights with glory Edgar
had spoken. All Sophia's doubts vanished in
| wild whirl of delight. She surrendered alb
solutely, accepted him Internationally, and
confessed how much she loved.
! Another week or two of lovers bliss during
L fha 1ar,fy do
then Miss Mortimer had to go back to town,
| recalled by her aunt, with whom she lived
The young lady had no parents living, and
her fortune was already her own. Mrs. Stra.
ham had heard a rumor OF her niece's doings
at Candelford, and sent her a peremptory
young fellow, vain and well off, with whom
| Sophia had enjoyed many days firtation
| opened the ball as soon as they were alone
after her arrival.
Whats this we have heard about you,
Sophia THAT you have gone ard got bound,
hand and foot!'
"Why not as well as another?" she lightly
answered, with rush of color.
Because it always seemed to be your fate
to lime the twigs for others rather than to be
caught yourself"
well, it's true, Hubert"
"But surely not that the fellow is village
apothccary!'
You must choose your own terms: Mr.. Mer-
| vyne is young medical man, with talent to
carry him to the top of the tree"
"Oh!' sneered the handsome Hubert cody
! Does he patroniZe a Savlle-row tailor or
some rustic Pool! Who makes his boots? Pro-
fessional ones, such as rhubarb and pepper
ment?'
"Hold your tongue. You can't ridicule him.
He is superior to you.''
Thanks. It's gratifying to know that"
II am glad you think So"
| "You mean to carry it of, I see, with a
| high hand. But am not blind0
tBlind!n
| eyes. You are repenting already Oh, So
| phia | blush for you! What a sequel to all
your previous conquests! Think how many
desirable men you might have had at your feet!
1t must be savage country down there, or
YOU never would have done it. i'll had known
! you were so hard up for proper suitors
would have taken compassion on the place
and come on myself !"
"You were not needed. There were sever
| al c-similes of you within reach"
"How amusing! And when will this prince
ly cavalier be trotted out for the benefit of adj
miring friends!"
Hubert, you are very dsagrepable. What
| have done that you should treat me SO ?'
His manner changed. 81 beg your pardon
Let us be serions, then. Are you really en-
| gagged, SOphia-irrevOcably?
"Yes; l am"
'And can it be that you have thought Of
| what you were doing?
| eyes, again"
II am afraid you have made mistake" he
said, and she hadhardly ever heard him speak
| so seriously.
II think not" she answered; but, somehow,
she did not feel SO brave as at sirst. It was
| far easier to be brave at Edgar's side, than to
have to fight his battle in his absence, and
amid this covert condemnation. I know
there is nothing in his circumstances to re-
commend him. 1t is only himselfp
"Himself! The personality must be of
weight"
| 1T is. Ills for that 1 have chosen him."
"And you are willing to give up fashion and
| place-to give up caste?'
Perfectly willing. But don't know what
| you mean by CASTE"
"Poor little woman !" said Hubert, not I'M
kindly; indeed there was a strange depth of
| compassion in his tone. "You deem all sacri-
| fee so easy now-but how soon you will find
| that you have not the strength for it. But
| suppose it is of no use to talk to you at pres
"Not a bit" she answered, laughing, as she
! left the room.
| But the laugh was forced. Alone, shade
OF sombre thought stole on her mood. This
was the way that every one would take the
news-with wonder, pity, sarcasm. She had
| foreseen it before; but somehow it had not
come home to her i'll all its disagreeable real
| Aoy. Vel, 1CC euoul, BIC Sstlo, iS-
membering Edgar Mervyne's farewell look.
And taking out some notes he had written to
her, she forgot her vexation in them.
"Egad but it's a pity" calculated Hubert
Strahan, as she left him. GLOW handsome
she was as she stood up for the fellow-what
fashings from her magnificent eyes! But she
will be miserable if she marries him-and so
will he be, if he has the sense to see it,; she
will eat out her heart with chagrin. A COM
mon village apothecary! Good heavens! If
the folly does not come to an end of itself we
must intervene"
The world and his wife came back to town.
Winter approached, and the usual gossiping
and gayety recommended in the set Mrs. Stra-
han lived. Sophia, courted as ever, went here,
there, and everywhere. 1t seemed that her
whole hearts life lay in society's tolls. Yet
the Summer romance was not forgotten.
There were quiet morning thoughts, tender
evening reveries. Delicate missives sped to
the distant village and frightened Edgar Mer-
vines Winter. One sole cry seemed to com
prise their purport-that he should come and
establish himself in London,
A call more easy to hear than to comply
with to a young surgeon whose guineas were
of the scantiest. However, Edgar accom-
plished it at last. A friend whom he had
known at Guys hospital got him place with
a doctor in practice near Holborn, and who
wanted an assistant in his work; in .ime ii
might lead to a DartnerShip The SDrino