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

ing, He put out his hand, and she
would not see it. Oh, it was hard that
ne would not understand the love and
longing and disappointment in her heart
She had a right to be angry with man
so blind; and as she could not for verv
shame go into good, womanly passion,
she gave vent to her feelings in a yery
unwomanly exhibition of sarcastic indif-
ference.
But when Dion had really gone, she
1ell with passionate sobbing upon the
ground, until the pines talked souphfully
among themselves, and walled back to
her In those melancholy tones they learn
| know not where.
Aunt Haywood was as broken hearted
as her niece. She brooded on the loss of
the gay, beautiful youth, with something
OF both mothers and lovers anguish I;
and when, a week later, they heard that
he had sailed for the coast of Africa as
supercargo of friends ship, all the
sunshine died out of the two lives at
Haywood Park.
A year later old Miss Haywood died,
and Margery was left sole mistress of
her person and fortune. There were
some rumors of strange will made by
Miss Haywood in her last hours, which
it was thought that Margery would dis
pute. But the rumor died, and the
young heiress apparently settled down to
a monotonous life, in which nothing of
youth seemed left her but the "having
loved"
In the second year little ripple was
made in Heyw BOD by the advent of
Harry Lake. Harry had been Dion's
great friend, and was probably even then
in correspondence with him. Margery
had always avoided Harry's uncle
hitherto; but now, with sweetness that
no old man could resist, she inquired
after his health, his crops and whatever
other subject seemed of Importance to
him.
In fact, she quite won the old bach
elor's heart. 1t was great grief to him
that he could not hope to wed her for
himself, and he half disliked his nephew
for his chances. But at any rate he de-
termined that such nice girl-and such
rich girl-should not go out of the
family; and he soon let Harry know that
the prospect of inheriting the Lake
estate rested very much upon his mar
riage with Margery.
"But suppose the young lady will not
have me, uncle?"
"You are not to suppose failure, sir,
in anything. You have no rivals here
but me-" the old man grumbled, not
very pleasantly.
Harry was in a dilemma, and he sat
thinking long over it that night. But
he was endowed with a nature sir gularly
honest, and at this juncture it helped
him better than intrigue. He simply
wrote a little note to Margery, asking
permission to see her next day at noon.
He received, as he expected, cordial
assent; and so, putting Dion's last letter
in his pocket, he went almost confidently
over to Haywood Park.
1t was very pleasant meeting but
Harry was determined not to let the
conversation drift into generalties
"Miss Haywood" he said, 81 am going
to ask from you very singular favor. [
I want you. In short, | want you to
refuse to marry me-"
Margery could not help a smile at
Harry's awkwardness. She readily
OWNED that he had something import
ant to say to her, and that he had in his
eagerness to be perfectly plain about it,
begun at the end instead of the begin
ming. So she said, az shall certainly
refuse you-when you ask me, Mr..
Lake"
ooh, that of counsel No fellow like
me expects to get hearing, after poor
Dion could not succeed. But the truth
is just this: my uncle admires you so
much that he threatens to leave me
nothing unless / marry you"
"And you prefer to be disinherited,
of course?"
ono, no, no; but, Miss Haywood, /
am dead in love with the dearest little
girl, and l am over head and ears in debt
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 l to
do? Tell me plainly"
"Well, 1 shall 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 appreciation.
a." Yes; and then | am to"
"To answer it, just in your Hottest
style, Miss Haywood. If you say few
words a little down on the Lakes, !
don't mind it all, and it will finish the
matter. OF course | shall be cut up,
and all that. If my poor Dion was here
he would find some clever way out of
the scrape; but l can never think of
anything but just going to headquar-
tiers, as | have come to you"
cit is the best way. A straight line
is just as good in love as in geometry"
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 lesurely; for the climax, instead
of coming the next day, as Harry pro-
posed, was indefinitely put off. But
Margery thought herself well paid for
her complaisance; for in a very short
time Harry knew IS well as possible the
true state of he1 heart, and many q
precious bit of news he brought her
concerning Dion, and one day he man
aged to forget photograph of him, and
never afterward to remember its loss.
So, with this fresh interest in life,
time did not seem SO heavy to poor Mar.
gerry. She had Dion's pictured face
and every now and then few words OF
information about him, or else long
talk with Harry concerning the mani
fold projections of one so dear to both.
But though the final letter was de-
layed as long as possible, Uncle Lake al