The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-08-06
WHOLE NO. l465.

ndu III DIS edgerneS8 10 De perfectly
plain about it, begun o. the end in
stead of the beginning. So she said,
81 shall certainly refuse you-when
you ask me, Mr.. Lake"
"Oh, that of course! No fellow
like me expects to get hearing, after
poor Dion could not succeed. But
the truth is just this: my uncle ad.
mires you 80 much that be threatens
to leave me nothing unless marry
you"
"And you prefer to be disinherited,
of course :"
mo, no, no but, Miss Haywood,
| am dead in love with the dearest
little girl, and | am over head and
ears in deb: also: and if vex uncle,
he will give me no money-and don't
you see how the thing is ?"
"Not exactly. Now what am / to
do? Tell me plainly"
"Well, | she'll write you a letter
to-morrow-a real, old-fashioned Sir
Charles Grandson letter-and ask
your permission, ETC., etc, to pay my
devoted duty, etc., etc, to you. And
| shall show this letter to uncle, and
get his suggestions and approbs-
tion."
"Yes; and then / am to-
"To answer it, just in your loftiest
style, Miss Haywood. If you say 3
few words q little down on the Lakes,
| don't mind it at all, and it will fin-
ish the matter. Of course l shall be
cut up and all that. If my poor Di-
on was here be would ind some clev-
er way out of the scrspe bu. I can
never think OF anything but Just go
ing to headquarters. es ] have come
to you"
"It is the best way. A straight
line is just as good in love as in ge-
ometry."
Then the affair was talked over,
and Margery brought all her woman's
tact and delicacy to its arrangement
Things were planned SO as to proceed
more leisurely; for the climax, instead
of coming the next day, as Harry
proposed, was indefinitely put of. But
Margery thought herself well paid
for her complaisanee; for in a very
short time Harry knew as well as
possible the true state of her heart,
and many a precious biz uf news be
brought her concerning Dion, and
one day he managed to forget pho
tograph of him and never aft,rward
to remember its loss.
So, with this fresh interest in life.
time did not seem 80 heavy L. poor
Margery. She had Dion's pic ured
face, and every now and aen few
words OF information abous hiss, or
else long talk with Harrs coucsrn-
ing the manifold projections Of one so
dear to both.
But though the final letter was de-
layed as long as possible, Uncle Lake
at last got impatient. Harry had
spent part of every day at Haywood
for four months; if boys and girls
did not know their own minds in that
time, they never would" So the old
gentleman wrote the proposal himself,
stated frankly what lands and money
be intended to give Harry, and solic-
tied for the young man the hand of
his fair neigbbor
The answer had been carefully pre-
pared by the two young people. 1t
was exquisitely polite, but yet it con-
trived to bit delicstely several points
on which Uncle Lake was very SEN
sitive; snd, in fine, it absolutely de-
clined any alliance with bis house.
The effect was better than they had
dared to hope. Uncle Lake was
greatly offended. and for Margery's
sake recalled the very worst Of the
stereotype flings at women and wo-
mems ways so generally familiar to
bachelors young and old.
However, he was sorry for me,
Margery," said Harry. one day, a
week sfterward, "and be has shown
it in way that thoroughly appre-
ciate."
"a check ?"
"Yes, for ten thousand dollars"
"Did you pine much, aarry?"
mo, | could not manage it /; and,
do you know, that pleased uncle.
He praised my spirited behavior, and
said that was just the way be took q
saucy womsn's No thirty years ago !;
and then he gave me check,
and told me 10 90 TO Paris for seq
SON."
"Aud you go, suppose :"
Just as soon as the dearest little
girl is ready 10 60 with me"
"Will you have enough, after pay
ing your debts :"
al shall naturally consider nv
wife's comfort before my creditors I"
20. Harry Harry :"
well, Msrgery, | never could
keep out of debt and out Of love.
The men / trade with and the girl
that / love, always have a lien oo
me-"
After Harry left letters were long
delayed. Addresses were lost or
changed, and week after week and
month sfter month passed without
bringing any word from Dion, about
whom he bad promised to write. Ia
the third summer Margery was 50
lonely that she determined to join
some friends in European trip, for
she was sure by this time that Dion
had quite forgotten her
So she wandered all GUNNER in the
sunniess places of the earth, and was
80 charmed and happy that she really
believed her love and her regrets
were buried deeper than any memory
could reach for them.
She was sitting, one lovely after
noon, on the top Of Richmond H:Il.
As che sat musing some one sudden
ly stood between her and the sun
shine.
She looked up, and instantly put
out her two hands with joyful cry
to Dion
80. Margery Margery. Margery,
Oh, nv own love my dear love my
darling 70 while 10 q minor tone Mar
gerry was sobbing:
20, Dion ! Dion Dion You have
nearly killed me! How could you,
Dion? You don't know tha. you