The Newtown bee., 1880-07-28
troubled me, Mrs. Fielding" she an

troubled me, Mrs. Fielding" she an swered, gravely.
 And then, to certainty, Lance knew she had purposely avoided him. And It was another stick of fuel to the flame already scorching in his heart.
 That was how it began. It would have been rude, if not impossible, fol Genevieve to have utterly disregarded him.
 He was the honored guest of the sea. son, the petted, popular gallant, the bail fellow we'll met" among the men and, over and above it all, he paid 8 certain reverential devotion to Gene. vieve that it was impossible to resent.
 They walked and danced, and sailed and rode, upon occasions, and to every one it was plain enough that Fielding was most desperately in love with Miss Steele.
 But there was limit to her pleasant cordiality which he could not pass She was merry, and fascinating, and eharmingly friendly-and that was all ITatiione day he told her, in B passion. aJe, eager way, that she was cruel to h1m-that she must see how he wor- shiped her, how all his happiness was bound up in her, how he loved her and
  daughter!
 Well, Genevieve listened, for two req sons: One, because she could not help 1t; the other-ah because they were the sweetest words she ever Leard- those love words from this lover. whom she had shrined in her heart as lord and master, whom she deiantly turned a deaf ear to when he pleaded so passion ately.
 t'I could have but one answer" she said, coldly-'no! have given you no possible reason to speak so to me"
 Nor would she allow another word on the subject, and then locked herself in her room and cried until she was ex- hausted.
 s' love him! I love him! I love him!" she told herself, anguishfully but i will not marry man who has money. I will never-never join myself to the army of women to which Aunt Juliet and my sisters belong-mere hus- band-hunters!"
 The next morning Mrs. St. Laurence looked very cold and stern, and told Mrs. Fielding that Genevieve had per- sisted in going home by the 6:10 train.
 So the seaside idyl ended-so far as human sight could penetrate.
 While dark, dreary days came to tke Steeles, when the pitiful income grew still smaller, and Genevieve had to work still harder to support them, even in plainest comfort, than ever Steele had worked before.
 "Aad to think you actually threw away a fortune" her mother would tor ment.
 Genevieve would hush the yearning cry in her poor, starved heart, and an swer so bravely and sweetly:
 Never mind, mammal; you never shall suffer while 1 can look out for you. l couldn't conscientiously marry him, dob't you know, mammal"
 And Mrs Steele would look like a martyr, while Genevieve went on her loveless, dreary life alone.
 Only, one day she met Mrs. Fielding in the street, just as she stepped out of the store where she was employed as bookkeeper.
 :. My dear, what 8 surprise! How de- lighted am to see youp
 And then, as they walked along several blocks. Genevieye learned that rever- sion of fate had come to the Fieldings as well as to herself, and that Lance, the elegant, was working at the same busi- ness as herself, bookkeeping, only for a salary three times as large as her own.
 Ile IS WeA! Suo FeutuIeu bo hSk, EeI face flushing.
 "Yes, in body" Mrs. Fielding an- swered, gravely. "But think he has never been quite the same since you treated him so cruelty, Miss Steele. He loved you so-he will never love a woman again. I know that"
 The flush died out of Genevieve's cheeks, and 8 curious, solemn look crept into her beautiful eyes.
 q Mrs. Fielding" she said, gently, dep- recatingly. twill you please tell your son it was not because I did not love him? Tell him-I-wish he would ask me again-now. May send him such messagep"
 "God bless you for it!" she an swered.
 Then they parted, and Genevieve went home as she never had gone home in her life before
 And before twenty-fou hours had passed, Lance Fielding asked her again, and took her in his arms and kissed her-his betrothed wife. F x
 They were so happy. They all lived together-Lance and his wife and their two mothers-all that lovely spring time, when the husband went out every morning and returned every night, and Genevieve did her tidy, frugal little housekeeping until the hot June days came, and then, one day, Lance declared he intended to pack them all off to the seaside for couple of months.
 Genevieve laughed-a delicious, con- tented little laugh-as she remem bered the last hot June days at the seaside.
 You prefer last season to this, then, J she said, responsibility, while her eyes shone their love.
 "As far as temperature is concerned very decidedly" he said, as he smiled. Don't you long for the drives on Ocean avenue, and the plunges in the surf, and the Saturday night hops, and the moon ligEt tete-a-tetes in the summer houses Seriously, my darling, it is high time the farce should end. Listen, Gene vieve, while tell you I am not pool man, nor are you poor mans wife. have played the part to win you, my precious, and thank God for my wifi, every day! Don't look so surprised. am going to telegraph for my old suit O rooms today, and 1 want you to talk, this check for thousand dollars, ant buy your summer outfit and Mother Steele's. Genevieve, darling, you art not angryp"
 So, although love was lord of all Genevieve made the grand match, aftel alIi