The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-10-12
1T win all be right in the morning!"
DID He LOVE HER.

Georgette was born with silver
spoon in her mouth; indeed, if mis-
take not, it was gold spoon, richly en-
crusted with jewels, and bearing in its
bowl monstrous lump of good for
tune.
In the first place, she was one of the
lovlieSt girls | ever saw, both in soul
and body. Her beauty was of dark
magnificent type, which suggested to
me the diminutive name of jet" by
which l always called her.
She was barely twenty, and heiress-
it fairly takes my breath away to write
it-heiress to sixty thousand pounds,
left her by her uncle, German of high
rank, but singularly destitute of kin
dred
Georgette's mother had been an
American girl who had met young Ru-
dolph Schubert during a summer tour
in the Rhineland
They had married against the wishes
of Rudolph's family, who were shocked
at what they regarded as meSatLtdnce
II was only after the lapse of years,
when Death seemed striving to exter-
inmate the Schuberts, that the old Herr
Uncle, as he was called, opened his
heart to the orphan child of his dead
brother.
Georgette had been born in the United
States, and she was an American to the
hearts core. | remember having
thought-that afternoon when we sat
out on the lawn together under the pink
awning-that there wasn't the slightest
trace of her fathers nationality about
her.
She was sitting in camp-chair with
bit of delicate embroidery in her
hands. There was a table near by on
which ''high tea' was to be served when
Ralph bearing and his mother arrived.
jet had invited them; but / should have
known they were coming if she had not
told me, for when did her eyes o~or
shine SO brightly, or when were her
cheeks 80 rich crimson, as when this
penniless barrister was near at hand?
Yes, Georgette was in love with him;
/ saw it very plainly, and it made me
uneasy. If I had only been sure of
Ralph Dearing, it wouldn't have both
seemed most unlikely that he should not
love her, was haunted by mortal fear
that her money had something to do
with his devotion.
Loving Jet, as only solitary old
maid knows how to love. it was torture
to me to think of my darling as the VIC
tim to the grovelling passion of mer-
cenary man. l had never limited to her
the drift of my thoughts, but l had
made up my mind to do SO, and i tried
it that afternoon. Jet opened the way
for me just as though she had known
what I meant to say.
Emily" she said, "what would you
say if were to get married."
''God bless you," l answered prompt
ly; ''tbat is, of course, provided the
match was all that it should be-"
''What-whatdo do you-think of Ralph
Dearing?"
She was bending low over her work,
but | saw that she was blushing.
''Are you going to marry him, JetP'
! asked quickly.
''No-o-that isl don't know. To
tell the truth he hasn't asked me. But
| think he means to-
'Of course"
''If he were to. what would you do
about it?''
I looked up in surprise, for knew
that she loved him with her whole gen.
erous soul.
Il think / would try to find out his
motive" said bluntly
''He loves meat least he has told me
So she answered softly. ''And-and |
think / can trust himm
He told you he loved you, and yet
went no furtherr' l cried THAT was
unmanly, Jet hope you did not listen
to him."
She blushed still more deeply.
''He would ask me if he dared" she
said; defending him not only by words
but by expression. 'sBut he-he thinks
I know he feels there is a difference in
our positions
Decidedly" I said laconically, for
what she had told me gave me very
unfortunate impression.
He is very proud and sensitive"
she added, and would have said more.
but l took her hand and spoke to her
with great gravity.
''Jet," | said tenderly. '.you know
that have no other wish than to see
you happy. Forgive me, then. if what
say wounds you, but l cannot help
feeling that Ralph Dearing may have
thought quite as much of your fortune
as of yourself"
''Do you know" she said, with lit
lie catch in her breath, ''that has
troubled me. too. 1t would kill me if |
were ever to find it OUT
NO" answered; mot unless you
found it out too late to avert the con-
sequences
Butt could not give him up" she
cried. Il wish / were poor, then
would know whether he loved me for
myself"
The tears started to her eyes, and her
red lips quivered.
''Hushn' / said warningly. They
are coming-Mr. Dearing and his
mother, Jet,
ehe regained her composure in an in
p s,aht; when she gave her hand to
Ralph her face was wreathed in smiles.
de looked so handsome that after
noon that | would have given anything
TO have been able to trust him.