The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-07-05

and leave anything behind him?"
Well, Mr.. Lockhart does not inter.
est me any more. Who is that hand.
some. melancholy-looking man talking
to Carrie Lawson?"
"Inat is Edgar Hill; he writes some
thing or other. He married about wear
ago, and my friend Harry Lake saws
that he has found out that his wife has q
temper"
"That ought not to surprise him
many women possess tempers. Perhaps
even the angels have tempers-who
knowsW
Dion looked at the strange girl. She
had metaphysical, dreamy look in her
eyes; there was no telling how she
might turn the commonest subject. He
remembered that he had another en-.
gagement, and made his most graceful
apologies. Still he was wondering, all
the time he was away from Margery,
what she was thinking about him, and
tormenting himself with the memory of
several good things that he might have
said, and did not say.
Perhaps that was the reason that he
called upon Margery the next day, and
the next, and SO on indefinitely. In a
month the handsome Dionysius was no
longer at the general service; he was
devoted to Miss Haywood. Then people
began to talk. Some very good people,
professedly anxious to repress malicious
rumors, propagated them; and though
they declared them to be incredible, still,
unfortunately, they believed them to be
only too true.
Men beat women hollow at match of
Miniature, if they are inclined at all to
take a hand in it. There are two Sir
Benjamin Backbites for one Lady Sheer
well, and in this case, humanely speak
ing, there was some excuse for them.
Dion's beauty had been an aggravation
in many ways; but that he should use it
in order to carry Off the heart of the
heiress of Haywood Park was a little
more than the majority felt able to
calmly approve Of Parasite" "for-
tune-hunter," and such ugly names,
were rather freely used. As for Margery,
they pitied her. "Poor thing!" And
a shake of the head or a shrug of the
shoulders conveyed an otherwise mex
pressible prophecy of suffering and con-
tempt.
1t is easy to profess Indifference to such
ill-natured talk, but people cannot be
Indifferent to the result of it. In this
case the rumors reached Margery's aunt
at Haywood, and she sent peremptory
order for her niece's return home imme-
diately.
At this order Margery was very cross.
She did not want to go back into the
country, and she did think that, in some
way or other, Dion might have prevented
peoples remarks. And his little effort
to talk the matter over with her only
made her more angry; for her loving,
anxious heart was waiting to hear some
thing more sweetly personal than:
Il cannot imagine, Miss Haywood,
what pleasure people find in gossip"
"You can not?' snapped Margery.
"Well, then, let me tell you that all
pleasures are short-lived except that of
watching the mistakes of our friends,
and comparing them with our own vir-
tues"
suppose So"
ooh, you doW
"Yet Harry Lake said, last night,
that of all ridiculous proverbs, that one,
Say no i'll of the Dead is the most alb
surd. It is reversing the natural order
of things, Miss Haywood, and ought to
be, Say no i'll of the living"
Harry Lake is right. l like his
sense. When lady is in her grave,
how can it matter to her what a set of
silly people say about her on the avenue
or in the park?''
"Let life live while it may"
"And dissect the deceased. If society
must cut somebody, make our set a
present of Boadicea or of Hannah More.
They can use their initials any way they
like. But l must bid you farewell. l
leave for Haywood in the morning"
"Where shall we meet againY'
81 am no diviner." She was pale and
angry, but the tears were in her eyes.
She knew that ne loved her. Why
could he not-why would he not-say
soT"
"Whyw She asked herself this
question all during the next summer.
For Dion, having discovered that Miss
Haywood was with an invalid aunt
in small village in the Pennsylvania
mountains, abandoned at once the de-
lights of fashionable hops and drives,
and devoted himself to Miss Haywood
and Miss Heywood's aunt.
1t was a summer to date from all of
life afterward. Such glorious mornings
by the trout streamsl Such evenings in
the moonlit hills! Such walks, and talks
and rides! A young man so hand
some-so very handsome-a young man
so clever and polite, and SO respectful
to age" Aunt Haywood had never seen.
Forty years before, she had had q lover,
who went to sea and never came back
again, and she believed Dion to be ex-
actly like him. Yes, she was certain
that if she had been married, and had
children, all her sons would have been
just like Dion. The old woman loved
him, in her way, quite as much as the
young one.
The fair and happy summer at length
came to close. Dion found the ladies
one morning in the midst of trunks and
toilets. A sudden frost had set in, and
Aunt Haywood missed the comforts OF
her own home. Dion fingered, silent
and sorrowful, till after lunch, and then
he asked Margery to go into the woods
for walk with him. He had q confes
sion to make, if Miss Haywood per.
mitted it.
Miss Haywood thought he might have
spoken without her permission. "Toc
much courtesy, too much courtesy" she
whispered in her own heart; but she sig
nifed her assent by a little nod of hel
head, and a set, steadfast look into the
water.
"Miss Heywood-Margery-I want
to confess to you what foolish waste
have made of life and fortune. Hitherto