The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1879-03-08

Poor COUSIN Jack. She drew the white
SHAWL closely round her chilled not by the
'k,nd, hul by a sudden pang pi rcmorsc, the
Illumination of which was very 'HdIh but
enough 20 trouble her peace.
What need to tell the inner history of
\ Mqdgc'> life during VICE next few weeks. More
land more she lOngcd .rr freedom. Fizallan
was staying in the neisnburhOod, and was ire
Iuucntly ut the house and in the thousand lit
lie incidents of everyday life she knew he car
ed for her, and honest Jack grew yet more dis
3 Hateful in her sight.
In due time cane the second promised
pleasure
The family that distinguished the name of
Jones by the prefix of POnsonby gave their
party. Madgc was in her glory that night
j One lookcr.on called her charming; another,
ltag mother of fair daughters admitted her cN-
preston was charming, but voted her features
were plain Mrs. POnSOnby-Joncs, weighed
down by brirht-colored silk and lewcry, said
in her finest tone that Mr., Sclwyn'S ward
would be quite femme FeprH Madgc had
mo lack of society, hut She kept place in the
conversation for Jack lIawkcsbury, and her
love OF mischief wa, grItihcd to the full by his
making of il what Inc called "a hawiblc mud
die" Blu, the trivial triumphS and pleasures
n of the night were long forgotten by Madgc he
fore she lost one remembrance ol scene thh
passed in the conservatory, where the music
was hushcG by heavy curtains, and there was
Ionly the soft light Of few dim lamps among
the masses of blossoms and dark green leaves
She had lost the flower from her hrr-Onc oi
her favOritc Camcllias--ii~ she sad "Wllh a
,darlng bud" and Fiihailun had promised,
with PonsonOyjonc,'a permission, +" get her
Ianohrr with "a darling bud, too, She had
Iplaccd his glll in her hair, and sat near the
La ,,1u- IL
would rest. Fitzaan stood at u little distance,
.pcnknifc in hand still. swinging careicssly the
Iian-likc leaf of "a dwarf palm.
"Ifthis were nearer, | could fan YOU he
SAID.
Thank you, she replied, Il am tired rather
than hot
Never IN her life before had Madgc been 50
serious OF 50 troubled rs she Wa nov, in The
soft light among the cool plants within the
sound of the haihushcd music.
"Wlll you do me a favor she inquired,
raising the gray eyes that shono tor moment
with liquid brightness.
"Ynu have only to name i'll am II your
service"
4 HIS manner, unromantlc tON studied degree,
Imadr her feel all the more safe III taking heart
to sneak while she gave him at the same time"
! i'm gcnerou, measure The most precious offer
ing 10 which every nuhc-hcarcd man entities
Ihim,rlI-a Womun's respect
y II have seemed very happy tonight, Mr..
/ Fitzallan," She began in quiet low tone the
torn lea. trembling in her hand, and the color
Idylng out OF her face, "but am in the greatest
q tIoubIc.'
| Indeed, aln sorry To hear IT. He drew
} Ia little nearer, listening nttcntiycly and help
4 ling her and again by word OF cncour
agcmcnt.
| Her story was a simple one She was 10 be
} married ncNt month 10 her cousin, Mr Hawkes.
bury She had dreaded it All her life, hui it
was her fate. And then, taking courage from
| the respectful and almost pHtcrIal dcmcnnOr
of her listener, she made the frank confession
2 that she dislikcd her cousin just because she
WAS forced to marry him; and to This she rd-
, died such II childish cntrcay not TO be thought
E "too bad that it must have required more
$ ordinary -clfCunirul for Fitzaluu not 10 say
something that would have allowed the scene
Y to become II tender one; but this he seemed
. .deturmlncd to avoid, and 50 in her simple way
I was the sadly pcrplcNcd gIrl that was pouring
= OUT her hearts trouble to him.
s "WiIl you speak for me to Mr. Scwyn,' She
.said, "as goa are an old friend Of his? can
i not reason rs men do but want YOU to try il
There is any way Of release for me. PRAY for
G rive me II | am wrong IN asking your inter
i ference, but | am very wIciChcd, there
; |c,mc burst Of tears that must have tried the
, listener -orcly, land ! myself have 50 often
. spoken to Mr.. SclWyn, and il Is Of 10 Use He
IalWavs says my father, VIII must be carried
l out; and oh! how wish couIi do it."
s. at must bc done, possible" Filaalan said
Il But it would not not be your fathers will tC
mar tho happiness of your life or to put you
s in bondage
e "Oh,lf Mr. Sclwyn world only speak Xix,
b that, said the girl sadly
l. well, | shall have IA talk with him." said
c FtzulIan, "and do my best for your happiness
II though | would bc sorry to njurc Hawkes.
burvs prospects Let Us 20 back now; thcr,
:; is "A new piece beginning. That is one Of Ru
Il bcn~tcin's, is it not | need not say You hay,
u, dong me Il great favor in granting me your con
idcncr"
Il " ith that he drew aside the heavy curtains
e and they returned 10 the dazzling light and
J. bcwldcring music aNd movement Of the ball
II room.
After that night Madgc waited in anxiety tC
G. hear the result of Fitzalan's plrlcy with hcl
guardian Three days passed and note came
/ from him, only II few words, SAYING that he
Il had succeeded at least 50 far Us to win prom
$50 isc that the mater should be considered. But
II Madgc saw little good comingot MI Sclwyn's
II considering what seemed To he decided ire
d vocably long ago
d At last 1t was the eve OF her birthday to
IS morrow would be the dreaded day, and tina
N very morning Mr.. Sclwyn had sand to hcl
e graycly but tcndcrly;
d "My child, 1t has been the work OF many
lc years for me to see to the iuliilmcnt of you
ID fathers last wish, He was my best and dear
'r ct friend, and his life was Il sad one At leaS
his dying will must be done But promiS,
NJ yOu happincss-l do, indeed
rel Blu, bcyOnd that dav Maduc was unable I,
tc bear her burden. 81 must tell him every
II. Amg," she thought In The afternoon twilight
A., some time after Mr. Sclwyn had rcturnc,
~ home, she found him asleep IN his arm-chai
n va the Gay,, dinngruOm. But little dayhgh
,c came in between the red curtains, and it wa
st only the glow of the fire that showed her In
3 white hair aud long beard. She knclt hcSd
e him. ~ she often did for jilll when he was il
that chair, and she woke him Ivy Stealing he
ii hand into his
irI Who is Utterly. No. Madgu-my it'll
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