The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-02-16

SiGtCiu VI W hti HCoAI ACtCIA
grave with others, he was tender and
gentle with her, and unconsciously to
herself, her heart had gone out to the
tall, strong man. for whom another was
so intensely striving.
1t was sultry summer evening. Mable
was seated in the rose arbor, reading,
when Mrs. Stanley aud her daughters,
Grace and May, approached.
II Go think you are just frightful in
that horrId black, Miss Derring," said
May, with the frankness of twelve years.
81 wonder if | can't make you look bet
ter"
She had some white and pink roses
in her hand, aud going to Mable's side
she twined them in her dark, waving
hair, and fastened spray at the slender
throat.
"Oh. Miss Derring." she said, clasp
ing her hands, you look just lovely"
Grace laughed scornfully.
"What paragon of beauty Miss Der
ring is. What pity some fairy prince
don't come along. I dare say he would
Mrs. Stanley touched her warningly
on the arm, and she checked herself just
as the doctor came in.
A soft rose color suffused Mable's
face. Her eyes deepeued and darkened,
and she looked, as May expressed it
'just lovely" DIR. Stanley's eyes ling
cred on her face with an admiration that
did not escape Grace.
cit is all Mays fault" she thought,
with blind rage, sit is the flowers that
made her look so pretty
"What was it you we're saying about a
fairy prince, Graces" asked the doctor.
'Oh, nothing" replied Grace, tanning
herself violently. Chow very warm it
is. Don't you think so, cousin Guy?"
Extremely" said the doctor. seating
himself by Mable, and tanning her as
well ss himself with his broad trimmed
straw hat
Grace controlled herself with difficulty.
May who had rushed off as the doctor
approached, now appeared, with her
apron full of floral treasures.
aren't they beauties, Cousin Guy2"
she said, emptying them into his lap.
The doctor selected some fragrant tube
roses, waxen lilies, and starry jasmine,
and placed them in Mabie's hand.
Mrs. Stanley frowned.
II want to see you on business mat
ter, Guy, Will you come now?"
The doctor rose reluctantly, and fol
lowed her away.
As soon as they disappeared, Grace
darted forward and snatching the flow
ers from Mable's hand, threw them to
the ground and crushed them under
her foot.
"Mahle Derring," she said, in loud,
angry tone, ''you artful designing girl!
llb" OuiS YOU.
Intense surprise kept Mable silent for
moment. She then rose to her feet,
drew her tall form to its utmost height,
and lifted her small head proudly. A
crimson spot burned on each cheek, and
Grace quailed before her flashing eyes.
"Miss Stanley" she began, when a
heavy hand was laid on Grace's shoulder
and DR.. Stanley, white with anger,
asked:
Grace, how dare you address such
words to Miss Derring?'
Grace uttered frightful cry, and
breaking from the doctors band fed to
the house.
A sudden reaction took place with Ma
BILE. She turned deadly pale, and caught
against the arbor for support.
DR.. Stanley came forward quickly, and
took her hands in warm, strong grasp.
''What is the meaning of this, Miss
Derring?"
A bright scarlet drifted across Mable's
white face.
ut means, DIR. Stanley she said,
controlling her voice with an effort, THAT
| leave here Immediately"
"And where will you go, Mable2"
Mable's lips quivered, and the tears
swelled through her dark lashes as she
thought of her friendless condition.
II do not know, DIR. Stanley" she
said, sadly, 'God will take care of me. -
The doctor was deeply touched.
"My little Mable," he whispered,
tenderly. "Come to me-"
Mabie uttered startled cry.
''Dr Stanley. you do not mean it2"
Indeed do, said the doctor, earn
estly. "Why, Mable, my darling. I
have loved you since / first saw your
sweet sad face. feared you might con-
slider me presumptious to ask for your
love when you had known me SO sh ort
time. cannot see you insulted long
er. Can you love me, Mable? Will you
give me the right to protect you?''
Mable raised her fearful eyes to his
face. She saw the tenderest love shin
ing in his splendid eyes. and with sigh
of rest and contentment, she laid her
head upon his bosom.
When they returned to the house Mrs.
Stanley was standing on the gallery with
white face and angry eyes.
DR.. Stanley led Mable up the steps.
''Aunt Clara" he said, let me present
to you my betrothed wife.
Mrs. Stanley laughed shrilly.
Have you permitted that artful girl
to entrap you in that manner, Guy2
thought you had more sense"
DR.. Stanley crimsoned.
''Tou forgot yourself, Aunt Clara" he
said, sternly. "Mable is my betrothed