The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-07-21
THE LAWYERS SECRET,
By B. L. Farjeon, Author of "Bread,
Cheese and Kisses"

By B. L. Farieon, Author of "Bread
Cheese and Kisses"
CHAPTER v.-CoNTINUED.
''By the train which arrives here at
half-past five,' he said, still not looking
up; 'or should reach here by that time,
rather, for it's generally five minutes
late.''
"You have been here since six
o'clock"
"Since ten minutes to six, my dear
Ellinor. gave my valise to porter,
and walked over from the station in a
quarter of an hour"
"You have been here since six, and
have never told me of your arrival,
never shown yourself in the houser'
81 have shown myself to Sir Lionel.
/ had some very important business to
arrange
Important businessr' she asked.
eyes. to prepare for this journey to
Paris, which you are so bent upon TAX
ing"
A crimson flush suffused her face, as
she exclaimed:
"Mr. Daltonr'
EYES," he said, quietly, folding and
scaling a letter as ne spoke, q it is very
contemplate, is it not? Coming uneX-
pectedly into the house by the con-
=serratory entrance, which, as you know,
to anyone arriving from the station,
saves. about two hundred yards, 1 heard.
involuntarily, a part of a conversation,
which had so great an effect on me as
to induce me to remain where was.
and, involuntarily, hear the remainder"
A listener? she said, with sheer.
Yes; it is on a par with all the rest.
is it not? An avaricious man, a money
grubbing miser; or, perhaps even worse
Ia dishonest Spectator with the money
of other people. o, Ellinor Dalton, if
ever the day should come (heaven for
bid that should wish to hasten it by
an hour) when l shall be free to say
to you about half a dozen words, how
bitterly you viii regret your expressions
of to-day. But / do not wish to re-
proach you; it is our bad fortune, yours
and mine, to be involved in very pain
full situation, from which, perhaps,
nothing but rupture of the chain
which unites us could extricate US. You
have taken the initiative. You would
leave me, and return to your aunt,
in Paris. So be it. Cor
''Mr. Daltonr'
Something in his manner, in spite of
her long-cherished prejudices against
him, impresses and affects her, and she
stretches out her hand. deprecatingly.
$50, Ellinori l, too, am weary of
this long struggle; this long conflict
with appearances, which, in spite of
myself, condemn me. am tired to
the very heart of these perpetual appeals
to your generosity and confidence
tired of trying to win the love of a
woman who despises me-"
'Mr Dalton, i-if-I have miscon-
strued''- she says, with tenderness
unusual with her in addressing her
husband.
Tyou have misconstruedr' he ex-
claimed, passionately. .'No, Ellinor,
no! it is too late now for explanations;
besides, l could give none better than
those you have already heard-too late
for reconciliations; the breach has been
slowly widening for three long years,
and tonight look at you across an i'm
passable abyss and wonder that could
have ever thought, as heaven knows
once did, of ultimately winning your
love-
There are tears in his voice as he
says these last words, and the emotion,
so strange to the ordinary manner of
the young barrister, affects Ellinor very
much.
'.Mr. Dalton! Henryr'
''You wish to go to Paris, Ellinor. You
shall go! But the man who accompanies
you thither must be Henry Daltonr'
"You will take me there?" she asks.
Eyes, and will place you under your
aunt's protection From that moment
your are free of me forever. You will
have about two hundred a year to live
upon. 1t is not much out of three
thousand, is it?'' he said, laughing BIZ
terly: :. but give you my honor it is all
] can afford. as shall want the rest for
myself" He looked at his watch. "a
quarter past twelve" he said. Wrap
yourself up warmly, Ellinor, 1t will be
a cold journey. I will ring for the
people to take your trunks down to the
carriage"
But Henry" she took his hand in
hers; IS Henry, something in your man.
ner tonight makes me think that have
wronged you. won't go to Paris. 1
viii remain with you. viii trust
you"
He pressed the little hand lying in
his very gently. and said, looking at her
gravely and sadly, with thoughtful blue
eyes:
IS You cannot, Ellinor! No, no, it is
far better, believe me, as it is. Il have
borne the struggle for three years. 1
do not think that 1 could endure it for
another day. Eilis?' he said, as the
lady's maid entered the room in answer