Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-04-07
MARY CARROLL.

lovely Summers day was just ending. the
last rays of the gun gliding the distant
mountains and casting crimson glow on
the lovely river, which wound with many
a graceful turn through the fair valley:
almost cncirciing the homestead of Maui
rice Carroll, then with sudden curve
stretching away to the other side in the
direction of the town of l., about half
mile distant.
In front of Mr.. Carroll's house was
small lawn, which about half way down
became a garden, rich in summer time
with bright flowers and graceful shrubs,
and terminated by small ornamental
gate, which opened upon the road to l.,
At the gate two persons were standing,
one of them tall, strongly built young
man with dark face, which was decid-
edly handsome, Notwithstanding the
fierce. reckless look upon it. By dress
and bearing he seemed to occupy posi-.
ton superior to the ordinary farmer of
those DAYS, as did also his fair compan-
ion.
They stood in earnest conversation for
some time, evidently of no pleasurable
kind, for the girls face was flushed and
troubled, as she murmured some low
word in response to his apparently urgent
entreaties.
eAnd this is nay answer, Mary?"
The words were spoken very fiercely,
and the tall figure Of the speaker shook
with suppressed passion. SIS this all l
am to receive for my years of weary wait
ing?"
The look of pain deepened on the girls
handsome face as she replied, ~ can give
you no other answer, Mr.. Basset, and yon
cannot in Justice reproach me with keep
ing you waiting, as I never in my lite
gave you the slightest reason to imagine
that l entertained any feeling of regard
towards you"
"And what may your objection be, Miss
Carroll?" he replied, with sheer which
destroyed all the dark beauty of his face,
and made his companion shudder. "Is
not the son Of Gerald Bassett good enough
to enter into the family Of the CAROLS?
A few generations ago and the story
would be far different; but now"
''Hush! William Bassett," said the girl.
her face flushing deeply as she spoke.
81 have not desel this taunt from you.
Ash said before, have never misled you
as to the state of my feelings, and never
pretended to be anything better than a
simple country girl, the daughter of a
plain, Woodworking man, whose honest
industry it has pleased heaven to bless
with reasonable prosperity. never
dreamed of thinking Of the son of Gerald
Bassett, whose memory respect and
honor, and-and, I do not see why [
should hesitate to tell you what must soon
be known to everybody, that cannot be
your wife, because have already prom
ised to be the wife of another. And now
permit me to pass. MIR. Bassett, for the
evening is pretty far advanced, and I
have still good many things to see af-
ter"
"Promised to be the wife of another -
exclaimed the man, the angry flush deep
ening on his face as he spoke. "You are,
you must be, mocking me-"
Then, as she again attempted to pass
him, he went on:
eyes, you shall pass, but not just yet.
You shall not until you have told me the
name OF this rival;' then, as some sudden
recollection struck him, 'ssurely it is not
marked you with him sometimes; but, no,
your father would not permit his address
for an instant"
"Mr. O'Hara is no sneak" said the girl,
her beautiful eyes flashing as she spoke,
land shall not stay to hear you insult
him. He is truehearted, honest man,
credit to your good father, and to the
place where he belongs, as we'll as to the
girl he has chosen; and whose only regret
concerning him is that she is not more
worthy Of such good fortune. If you
wish to know my fathers opinion Of him
you can easily hear it by asking him also
what he thinks Of the man, who, from his
very boyhoad, has never let an opportu-
nifty pass of annoying and prosecuting
him."
speaking, but he caughther rudely by the
dress.
swat for a minute till I tell you mine
Miss Carroll. Edward O'Hara has beer
my evil genius all my life. He ha.
crossed my path at every turn, marring
all my plans, and continually robbine
me of the regard of those nearest to mt
and think you for moment that
will let this sneak, this beggar, this sup
planter, this pitiful creature of my foolish
fathers bounty, crown all by deprivine
me of you? You shall never be his wife
Mary Carroll, while I have the power t
prevent you. And now 60"
Glad to be released, Mary Carol turn
ed from him into her fathers house, bu
busy as she was for the remainder of the
evening, she could not divest herself o
an uncomfortable feeling very much akil
to terror, as she recalled his fierce count
enance and threatening manner.
She was the only child of Maurice
Carol, hardworking honest man, who
beginning life comparatively poor, hat
amassed considerable fortune by deal
ing in cattle, to purchase which he wa
in the habit of attending distant fairs
and in consequence was often absen
from home for week or longer at
time. So Mary was left good deal t
herself, but she was wise, steady girl
minding nothing but her own business
and looking after the two servants, VIII
were her only companions during he
fathers ahspnce for hor ynothor mo