The Morning herald., 1878-12-06
CHAPTER Xxx.

CHAPTER Xxx.
A wHIRLwIND OF PAssION-wRoNGFULLY Ao-
CUsED IL LoATHE, ABHoR YoU!"
"Now, my DEAR" said Clara, after this
pretty tableau, ''let me show Mrs. Weeks
about the house while you entertain the gen.
tleman who is the promoter of your good
fortune, and whom I suppose you wish to
see"
That destroyed Cecils momentary thrill
of happiness bringing before her courtesy
which she would much rather have shirked.
See Philip Eversleigh alone she did not
care to- His neglect was not to be over
looked; he had taken his rejection too
coolly-much too coolly to suit her-so un-
like poor George Newton! In her trouble,
he came not to condole. She had shown
that her heart was his-he could never have
thought otherwise without thinking her o
coouette. He claimed to understand, and
at the same time flung in her face the love
she freely gave
Despite these ranking thoughts, she did
not wish to retallate; still, mistaken 90 she
was, she felt that she owed herself tlJtiGe,
and must teach him that she was no p4ppet
for his amusement. She tried to believe
that his treatment had killed her affection,
but how plainly did she prove that it had
not by her unwillingness TO give him pain.
She could not offer excuse, for that would
appear ill-mannered
Clara Coles, passing her on her way out,
whispered, mischievously:
"No love scenes, dear-he's hGndsome!
Philip Eversleigh had re-entered the
drawing-r room, and stood beside the piano,
fumbling sheet of music.
at gives me pleasure to know that you
think we'll of my friends proposition" he
remarked thoughtfully, as the ladies with
drew.
"She is an angelic woman no doubt MIR.
Eversleigh. I acknowledge your kindness
in recommending her. 1t is odd that she
should desire position often made so un-
pleasant, unless her poverty suggests it as
The least menial.'
"You will find that she comes not for
money, Miss Clayton, but for companion
ship only. She needs symla!''-'' hers is
drearv life, and she has been elltuIel 10 bear
the trials which beset her by relying on d.
vine guidance alone; she tells me she could
not, had she been woman OF the world,
have struggled successfully through them.
She will be wise counselor and warm
friend" -, =,
81 do not doubt but she will, MIR. Ever
sleigh. As to her age, if it were not for the
few flccks of gray mixed with her halr' the
title old which she bestows on herself would
be a mlsnOmer
''She is scarcely forty"
"Ah, you know her age"
Philip did not notice the sarcasm III nef
tone.
ayes: as I have said, we are great friends"
.I'm afraid you have designs on the ladys
beart! was the insulting reply-"1t Will pe
somewhat of an unequal match.
"Oh, no, said Philip, wonderingly; "ours
is more the friendship of mother and son
than of lovers"
This pleasant answer Disconnected anger
"Indeed Then you really have some OF
that article termed love-it is doubtless dill
ferent from the genuine"
Had he been like the generality OF man.
kind, the impending storm would have peen
FASTENED. but the unwarrantable thrust was
passed by. ,,, o;a
eently-"quite confdential-that Is, was
And when Mrs. Weeks broached the SUD-
iect of going as lady's companion suggested
as she had already taken an interest Ill you'
that she apply here at once" ,.
Cecil flushed.
"You have revealed to stranger the Sc
cret of our unfortunate, idle lover.
tI cannot see any harm in that"
"There are none SO bllnd as tnose
who will not see! You have become
imbecile already, or are patterning after
the child of tender years-eyen your
most sacred thoughts become public proper
ty. One would suppose pride. power
full enough to keep the rejected sultor from
laying bare the fact!
To this TRADE, he made no answer. :.
Her biting sarcasm and bitterness cnt
deep AS the harp-string swept by rude
hands, clashes in discord, SO were the ten
drills of bis heart Jared by her unnatural
blighting passion:
Nor could he hide the pang it gave him.
She noticed his look, but her imagined
wrongs held her captive, and her suspicious
were having fuel added to them.
"People are very unlike, 1 suppose" she
said. sand Mrs. Weeks is charming wo-
man--your foolishness is almost pardon
ble."
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