The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1880-04-22

cousin Pen; | am going home as I came, y
she said, with defiant ring in her voice.
Mr.. Berwick looked disgusted, but would
not condescend to urge her. She slip
ped her hand within Georges arm aud
they walked away.
/ could not make Mr. Berwick talk,
and after I had thanked him for his at
tention, I tried to say cordially, "Come
and see u.s."
He said solemnly, 81 shall call on Miss
Berton tomorrow morning" and left me.
The next morning Mr.. Berwick called.
The interview lasted an hour or more,
but Sylvia came back twirling a magnifi-
cent solitaire on her first finger. don't
think I ever was more astonished in my
life. After last nights performance l
thought my castles were flat.
Eyes" said this strange young woman
composedly, "I've done it cousin Pen.
You see he had it in his pocket all ready,
and it seemed to bad not to take it when
he was so sure / would"
Diamonds are vulgar" quoted ma-
liciously.
"True; but so is Mr.. Berwick. If
accept one vulgarity ! might as well take
them ALL"
That was nice speech for Mr.. Ber-
IL -,
"By the way" she added, carelessly, 81
forgot to tell you that 1 invested all my
small fortune, against your good hus-
bands advice, in Blue Danube, few
weeks ago, and am now what our min
ing friends would call dead broke.
So I'm going to marry Mr.. Berwick.
Why don't you congratulate mel" she
broke off abruptly.
l do hope you will be happy l stam-
mered; "but concerning your money,
you must not let that influence you. You
have always home here you know and
Just then Remus came in and when told
simply said Berwick is a good boy, 1
hope you will be happy"
Sylvia was out late one day, and when
she came in she was little startled to
see a rare visitor, George Severance.
Mr.. Berwick was out of town, and we
all breathed freer.
George and Sylvia were soon measur-
ing swords as in olden times when Sylvia
turned to give George book. He took
both book and hand, and looking at the
latter, said, els it time for congratula-
tions now?"
Sylvia's face turned blank all at once,
and she stared at the Berwick solitaire.
"Yes 1 suppose So, - absently. Then
drawing her hand away impatiently;
Couldn't you wait till some other time
to say that"
''lt must be now or never. L am go
ing away on Friday; going to China, and
perhaps l shall come back famous if not
rich. "
You will come again before you leave
for foreign parts?" / said rs We all went
to the door to bid him good night.
81 don't know, perhaps, if have time. :"
The next day my new curtains came
from New York-such frights that in my
disappointment, l forgot all about Sylvia
and her lovers. After the upholsterers
had departed, l ran down to see how the
obnoxious hangings would look by gas
light. Half hidden by lace and drapery.
/ saw two figures, George and Sylvia. l
heard her say, 'You will write to us,
George"
81 don't know, shall be leaf in the
wind"
"What shall I do without you,
George she went on hurriedly, 81 dare
not think how lonely l shall be-
He bent over her with quick passion
ate gesture more elegant than words,
then laughed hoarse laugh, and said
"Pshaw! what tool I am. You will
have Mr.. Berwick; how can you be lone
ly2 You can't have both of us, you know. "
81 don't want either of you," said Syl-
via, YEARLY.
"No, | suppose not. If had not
anything to give you in exchange for Mr..
Berwick S diamonds, but you could rot
live in a garret aloof, and have few
friends, and go poorly clad, etc. Well
never mind" he added gently, sit ism
your fault that l love you, is it? Why,
Sylvia, do you care so much?''
[ too wondered if this was our proud,
cold Sylvia, who sat with her face hidden
IN her hands, and the hot tears slipping
through her slender fingers.
"You do care" whispered George,
holding her close, and raining kisses on
her hair, her eyes, her lips, "you will
not send me away"
But she drew back slowly; presume he
read his answer in her eyes, for he drop
ped her hands as if they had stung him,
and in few moments he was gone.
One day after she had finished reading
one of his letters, 1 said "Who could
think it had been year since George
left u.s."
"a year? Oh no, cousin PEN
Well, pretty nearly, then. don't
want to meddle, but how is this thing to
end2"
what do you mean?' She said.
"Do you mean to marry Mr.. Berwick
or nots' said.
81 suppose I shall, csrelessly.
well, then, you are treating him
very dishonorably, TO carry on CORES
pondence with another man."
Anybody could read Georges letters
said Sylvia.
Then why don't you show them tc
Mr.. Berwick
Sylvia colored; then 1 heard muffied
"Oh, am so unhappy"