Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-06-18

in the garden, Mr.. Tescam," went on
Amy; "if you would favor me with your
arm, I've no doubt my cousin and Miss
Stanley will be able to amrse them
selves for little time without our help"
The stranger offered his arm with
formal and rather old-fashioned court
esy, and they left the room together and
passed up the garden walk in silence.
They reached the rustic bench beneath
the dropping branches of an aspen, and
here Amy quilted her companions arm
and took her seat.
"You have something to say to me-"
she said YEARLY. All the sprightliness
of moment ago had vanished.
eyes," said Mr.. Tescam, slowly. ct
have something to say to you which is
soon said; I have come to say good
by. "
She could see that the set expression
of his face, dimly discernible through
the evening gloom, had deepened, and
that the hand which held the lapel of
his coat clutchedit hard.
"Why good-by?" she asked. "'-ze.,
"It is best, "he said simply, struggling
hard with some powerful passion which
L
remain here, so long as I see you, I
must speak, and know that there is no
hope; must get away from you and
fight it down. am trembling now, only
at the pressure of your hand upon my
arm, the sound Of your voice."
The clutching fingers frightened in
their grasp as if they would have stilled
the beating Of the heart below.
"When I Think" he went on, with
his gathering passion battling with the
strong restraint he had put upon him
self; "when I think that another sutton
might appear who should be more for
tunate and who should become to you all
that I dream, day and night, of being to
you; when I think that should stand
by and see you happy in his love,
nursing his children, feel as if I should
go mad. 1 am mad now, at this moment,
when I think Of it,
Had his successful rival whom his
heated imagination had conjured up
stood before him IN veritable flesh and
blood, as he stood there with extended
hands clenched before him, his life would
not have been worth pins purchase.
With stong effort he controlled him.
self and went on after vain attempt to
moisten his dry lips with his drier
tongue.
"You see," he said. eff the mere
thought Of such things has such an eff
feet upon me what would their reality
be? I must go away and leave you.
It is the only thing to be done. I have
no right to persecute you with my pro-
testations, and SO longas I remain here I
must speak,"
He paused, perhaps expecting some
answer, but she was silent.
"Good-by," he said, extending his
'What if I will not say good-by?"
He Withdrew his hand with a quick
catch Of his breath.
"What if asked you not to go, but
| to remain?"
Again he made no answer, but stood
| looking at her through the dark, breath.
ing heavily.
81 do ask you to remain" she said,
rising, "and oforget the answer have
given you"
She had expected some wild outbreak
of passion in answer to these words.
But all he did was to throw one arm
about and press her to the heart whose
quick ..throb was audible in the utter
stiffness of the night, and so for mo-
ment they stood.
"There is one thing of which I must
warn you," Amy continued. eff come
to you, it is with no more than the
clothes I wear. do not do you the in
justice to think that you love me for
what you think shall brig you; but
I must, in justice to myself and you, tell
you this. This property is mine SO long
as I remain single. When I marry it
passes to the next of kin, John Jackson.
You knew my uncle, and how strange
his ideas were upon many subjects. If
you choose to take me, penniless as I
am, 1 am yours"
He bent oyer her, murmuring inartic
ulate words of passionate love. What
did he care for lands or money?
81 have enough for both," he said.
"Let it go without another thought"
"Egad," said voice, at which they
both started. ST seem to have got out
of the frying-pan into the fire."
"Good evening, Mr.. Quodling," said
Amy, calmly. "You couldn't have
come at luckier moment"
81 am glad to hear it, returned Mr..
Quodling, with short fat laugh. 81
was beginning to think was very much
in the way. There's couple in the
parlor, your cousin John and Miss STAN
ley, in state of most complicated mis-
cry, chiefly due, I think, to my appear
ance. So relieved 'em of my company
and came out here; and, by Jove what
quarters the moon in, Tescam?"
Mr.. Quodling was the one solicitor
and land surveyor of the district, and
was a widower and misogynist, having
expended the whole of his admiration Of
the fair sex, at least according to local
report, upon the composition Of the cpl
taph of Mrs. Quodling, deceased.
| "Mr. Tescam," said Amy, ignoring
the solicitors fippancy, "has done me
the honor to request my hand" (Mr.
Quodling whistled.) "I have accepted
his proposal, and have informed him of
the clause in my uncle's will which pro-
vides that the property at present hold
goes, on my marriage, to my next of kin,
my cousin John, of course"
Mr.. Quodling stared bIankly at the
speaker.
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