New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-07-10

pockets And he had no children of his own to dis
him sadly to signs of trouble about this young
creature whom he loved.
What is s. it, Annes What is it, my dear' Some
No. nothing of consequence. That is not true,
she said hurredly it is something and something
to them They suspect that is all and it does not
matter to them; but l want to tell you. Mr..
1t is about Mr.. Douglas want to SPEAK to you'
ne looked at her very anx iously, taking her hand
Size Mss 10 He Rnns than
ever but on the whole, very successfully. ooh,
no, she said, quite the revcrse--'
Anne do you mean that he has-that you have
that it is broken off =
The last form is the best she said. 1t is all
little confused Just yet cant tell if he has if
have. Bnt yes-I must do him Justice: 1t is GER
tainly not his doing l am wholly responsible my
She looked into his face wistfuy evidently fear
ing what he would say. deErecating. entreatng. If
COMPOUNDED. He had not been kept up like the
Others to the course of affairs.
Anne, you strike me dumb. You take away my
breath: What he whom you have sacrificed every
thing Tor; he who has cost you all you have in the
caprice utterly incomprebensSe 'a caprico Il, ran
not understand
That is exactly how to call it, she said eagerly
a caprice, an unpardOnabe caprice. If Rose had
done it, / should have whipped her. believe but
it is the serious Anne, the sensible that have
out f1rtn n1 before it was too Late And
forgot her part. She played not Anne, but someone
else, some perfectly artificial character which her
startled. He pushed away his spectacies, and con-
tracted his brows and looked at her with his keen,
thing, saw very clearly But with all his gazing he
could not make the mystery out. She faced him
now. after that one little failure. with Annes very
look and tone, slight, fugitive, somewhat tremu-
lous smile about her mouth. her eyes wisful, dcpre
va a1 Of int but aTas very paG that the
After losing said the lawyer slowly, every
thing yon had in the world for his sake.
ridiculous, is 1t notY Perhaps it was little to
have my own way, Mr.. Lossby. Nobody tell
My father deiied me, and suppose would not give
in; was very obstinate. 1t inconceivable what
Mountfords. l have heard you say so a hundred
times; pig headed was not that the word you used
Most Most probably it was the word | used Oh yes,
OLD mule but you. you--l declare to you do not
Nor do | myself she said with another small
laugh, very small laugh. for Anne's strength was
going Can anyone understand what another does,
that is all there is to say. -'"' ~ 10 So
Mr. Loseby walked about the room in his distress.
cleaning globes on the shining armament of his
badness. Sometimes he thrust his hands behind
front of him wrnging their plump joints. Sacrl-
feed everything for it, he said made yourself
beggar: and now to go and throw it all up Oh
can't understand 1t. l can understand it! there's
more IN this than meets the eye
Anne did not ,spcak-truth to tell she could not
she was past all histriOnic effort She dropped her
self up against the arm of the sofa, against which
she was standing, ana endured, there beng nothing
'Why-why,' cried MI. Loseby. child, couldn't
You nave ha known oy onr mind fine property
it, but at least one thought there something 10
set OIL against the oss-now it's all loss. no com
back from his grave. And wish there was some
thing that would said the little lawyer vehe-
"A We haf in lxxll lcha
for it now. no excuse for ritz IT oh
don't speak to me, can't contain myself! tell
you what, Anne he cried turning upon her. Selling
one of the hands with which she was propping her
thing you can do, and only one thing, to make me
forgive You all the trouble you have brought upon
cousin, Heathcote Mountford the best fellow that
ever breathed.'
you in that, Mr.. Loseby.' She dropped away from
MN mn and from fer support and sank upon the first
self that he failed to give the same attention to her
That would make up for much he said that
would cover multitude of SINS
Anle scarcely knew when he went away but he
move; The room was swimming about her, dark.
bare, half lighted, with it's old painted walls. The
prints hung q upon them scored to be moving round
sea, She had got through her crisis very stoutiy,
without, she thought. betraying herself to any
body. She said to herself vaguely. always with a
half smile, as being her own spectator, and more or
less interested in the manner il which she acquitted
herself that every spasm would probably be little
less violent, as she had heard the in fevers
And on the whole the spasm like this which pros-
trated hcS entirely and left her blind and dumb for
minute or two To come To herself by degrees, was
less wearing than the interval of dead calm and
pain that came between. This it that took the
blood from her cheeks. She sat still for a few
minutes in the old fashioned armchair, held up by
It's hard yet comforting support, with her back
TUNED TO the table and her face to the half-opcn
door The very meannglessness of her position
thus reversed from ali Use and won't gave Il fororn
completeness to her desolatiOn-turned away from
the table, turned away from every thing that was
convenient and natural her fortune given away for
the sake OF her love- her love sacrificed for reason
at all, the heavens and the earth all misplaced and
turning round. When Anne came to herself the half
smile was still upon her lip with which she had been
regarding herself cast OFF on all sides, without com
pcnsatlon-losing everything. Fate seemed to stand
opposite to her, and the world and life, ia which, SO
far as appearance went, she had made such ship
wreck. She raised herself up a little in her chair
and confronted them all, Whatever they might do
stroycd. The smile came strongly to the
curves of her mouth, losing III pitifu droop. Look
ing at herself again, it was ludcrous; no wonder
Mr. Loseby was confonnded. Ludicrous-that was
the only word. To sacrifice every thing for one
thing: to have stood against the world. against her
father, against everybody for COsIno and then by
and by to be softly detached from Cosmo by Cosmo
himself, and allowed to drift, having lost every
thing, having nothing. ludicrous-that was what
revival. touch with red hot iron might be as
good as anything To stimulate falling forces and
string loose nerves Ice does it-a plunge into an
icy stream Thus she unused, getting confused in
her thoughts In the meantime Rose and Mrs
Mountiord were Whispering with grave faces. Is
ii quarrel, or is 1t Tor goodY / hope you hadn't
nything to do with it, said the mother much
troubled. How should have anything to do with
II" sand innocent Rose; but, all the same. | am
sure ii Is for good
CHATTER XAXlI-ROsE ON HER DEFENCE.
All the country was stirred by the news of the
return of the Mountfords and the know ledge that
mt tha