The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1880-04-28
LAMBERTVIIIlE. n. j., WEDNESDAY,. April o. 1880

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and rose to her feet.
Don't let me disturb you, he said. =
You make pretty picture in the sunlight
You two. This is the first time I have seen
you since my accident Let me thank you
for your promptness that day. have your
little handkerchief yet, with an Infection 10
his voice that was new to Nora and that did
not please her. How could she guess that her
winsome eyes and GOODNESS had piqued and
interested the master as none of the willing
advances of fair and wealthy neighbors had
done
He was surfeited with fattery Morals cold
ness was welcome stimulant--ay, more well
come than even he knew himself.
You are perfectly welcome to anything
did, she replied coldly. Then there was a
silence.
Who is that child ?" asked Mr.. Falconer,
feeling rather snubbed, making motion to
pat the little fellows head but he shsank
away, hiding his face in Morals dress.
" His name is Willie Marshall" answered
Nora, quickly. 6 His father is the man you
horsewhipped and discharged some months
ago, and since then he has never done day s
work-can't get it to do. The whole family
are living in one room, almost starving. Many
a night this poor little child has gone to bed
hungry. Can you realize what it means to be
hungry-starving !-you, who have SO much,
who have never known want or the semblance
of want 4? Oh, Mr.. Falconer where God
gives so much he will surely require much
You will have to answer for great deal one
of these days. Your men, with their wives
and children, arc living in novels that you
would not let your dogs occupy. Those how
els are yours they are paying you rent for
them. The ventilation is wretched, the drain
age is simply murderous. Some day fever
WILL must como, and many souls will be hur-
ried into eternity and you will have to answer
for them all. OBJ surely, rich mems hearts
are like neither mill stones "
Her face was flushed, her eyes were shining
with unshed tears she looked lovely. Mr..
Falconer drew closer.
/ Tell me what to do" he said, simply,
trying to keep down great rush of feeling.
What shall do for Marshall ? How can l
help hims Tell me-"
Repair the injustice you did I cried
Nora, eagerly, drawing little back. Give
him employment, at once before he is quite
mad with his misery-before the brave moth
er's heart is broken, aud the poor little chill
dren entirely forget the taste of decent food
Pray, do it, Mr.. Falconer, you owe it to
them.''
/ Gilbert came closely to her, his hand out
stratahea ,.lsss eyes bright, feeling stronger
than himself--a feeling he did not stop t.
analyze-urging him ON.
81 will, Nora" he cried eagerly. ct viii
without fail tomorrow. Now ask me some
thing more, darling. / would do much more
than that for you.'
He caught her hand tight In his. In an in
slant Nora wrested them away.
Chow dare you (" she cried in blaze o.
anger. How dare you touch me9 &C
away. Oh, you are bad man. hate you
"Don't be SO unkind to me, NORA he
pleaded, unabashed. Indeed, I am in earn
est. do love You. If you would only listen
to me--if you would only love me little"
"Don't insult me any further" she cried,
stamping her foot. " Love you? Why,
hate you bate you hate you There"
"Hate me- do you?" Gilbert's face was
drawn and white. In an instant his arms
were round her, crushing the slender figure
close, while he laid warm passionate kiss OIL
her lips. Then as he let her go, "Now," he
said hoarsely, forget me if You can, hate me
if you dare. Wherever you go, through your
whole life, you shall never forget me that
kiss shall lie on your lips and make you love
me-"
Nora was deathly pale.
f" You are right" she said slowly, with an
effort, and, oh, the utter scorn and contempt
in her voice. 81 shall never forget you as the
most unprinciplsd, dishonorable man have
ever had the misfortune to meet and l per-
fectly loathe myself because you have touched
me. hope may never see you again." and
catching up the whimperng, frightenedchld,
walked rapidly away.
True to her word, Eleanor did not meet Mr..
Falconer again, as she left Brinsley by the af-
ternoon train, going as quietly as she had
come, no one knowing her destination.
And before the day was over the master re-
ceived a telegram, calling him to Interlaken,
where his mother lay very i'll, SO Thursdays
mail train bore him away /; but before he left,
Marshall had been reinstated in his old posi-
ton.
The next news received several weeks after
was of Lady Helen Falconer's death, and OF
her sons intention to travel for some time.
Nearly year after Eleanor's prophecy was
fulfilled A low fever, both of impure venti-
lation and vile sewerage broke out in that
part of the town where the mill operatives
lived, and death gathered In his harvest with
relentless force.
Mr.. Falconer returned from abroad and
with rapidly organized committee tried to
turn the course of the destroyer, going from
house to house, from deathbed to deathbed,