The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-12-11
BEYOND RECALL,

II think you said you were going to
drive into Granthan, Miss Morley9 May
I ask you to take the trouble to post this
letter for mee I believe it will save
day.
'Certainly, will do so with pleasure; {;
but what are you going to do with your
valuable time this morning Mr. Bora
daile?"
Il believe an, to help Eastwick to
buy horse"
IA most absorbing occupation l
wish you every Success"
Miss Morley laughed, but she WAS dis
appointed that Mr. Borradaiie had not
offered to be her companion, and thought
the new horse quite unimportant.
The early post seems popular to-
day." she went on; "there are several 9TH
or letters waiting for me on the hall ta-
ble''
Il will give them to you all together"
said Mr.. Borradalle, seeing that she was
buttoning her gloves. And he followed
her through the hall and helped her into
the pony carriage.
The ponies were in Il hurry to start
and when he handed her the packet of
letters, she thrust them hastily into an
inner pocket Of her seal-skin jacket, and
drove off without looking at them.
Catherine Morley and George Bora
dale met for the first time a fortnight
before at the Eastwick's pleasant house
at Lincolnshire. Catherine coming from
a house where every opinion was cut and
dried, where every deviation from routine
was q crime, had been first frightened
and then fascinated by the width and
freedom Of opinions expressed by Mr..
Borradaile. There were no other young
people in the house, and they were nat
urally thrown much together, not with
out design on Mrs. Eastwick's part for
Catherine had good fortune and an un-
congenial home, while George Borradaiie
was poor and had no home at all. and
none of his friends knew that h1s heart
was set on pretty penniless Lady Mary
Eldon, who was devoted to him in re-
turn, and on his account Was just about
to be taken abroad, in the hope that some
more eligible suitor might drive out her
infatuated attachment to the poor and
idle barrister.
On the morning that Catherine Morley
drove into Grantham, Mr.. Berradaile had
received passionate appeal for help from
Lady Mary. Two days hence she was to
be dragged to Italy by her parents, and
with them was to 60 Mr.. Arthur Stubbs,
a so-called millionaire, whom she detest-
ed, but whom she would be compelled to
marry if George did not come to the res
cue. He was just to write and tell her
what to do, tell her how to escape at
once, or promise TO follow her to Italy,
and she would implicitly follow his d.
rections; and George did write, arranged
a meeting, hinted at plans for the future
such happy future e!-and gave the
letter to Catherine to post.
"a bright, pleasant, sensible girl" he
thought her, not at all the sort of person
to pry into other peoples affairs; and if
she did notice the address, it was unlike
ly she would know anything of Lady
Mary, or think anything Of his writing
to her if she did.
Miss Morley being little vexed, drove
the ponies quickly into Grantham, and
came back with equal speed; and it was
fortunate that she did so, for Mrs. East
wick was waiting with impatience for
her return.
awe havo got to lose you, Catherine,
dear, as her guest drove up to the door.
Don't take the ponies out, Willis; they
will be wanted again. There is tele-
Ingram, Catherine, from London, about
your uncle. They want you to go at
once"
sis he ill?''
"Worse!"
"Dead?''
ayes quite suddenly"
Catherine gave gasp of natural hor-
ror and astonishment-grief it was ilu-
possible to feel for the domestic tyrant
whe had narrowed her life-and then
she looked at the matter senslbly.
"Ot course I must go ut once; Aunt
Susan will be overwhelmed. Thank you,
dear Mrs. Eastwick; if might leave my
things here, and just take what I shall
want, it will be = great help"
"Do anything you like, dear; but, first
of oil, come and have some luncheon !;
there Is plenty Of time before the train
starts"
The day had changed and become
warm and fine, and Catherine was glad
Of few minutes in which to throw aside
her heavy winter clothing, to be claimed
1T some future time, and hurrying
through her prepazations, came down
again.