Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1883-01-30

treated too" says Norwood. anxious. he
hardly knew why, to create feeling oil
sympathy between them.
mot 30 badly. By leaving the proper
ty to you and Julia, the daughter OF his
third son, on condition you marry each
other. he provided for both the children
of the Younger sons. For me he did moth
| ing. He never forgave papa's marriage.
| You will marry Julia. of course ?"
She regards him seriously. and ne
laughs little and colors beneath her gaze.
Il dare say he saws lightly. 1T
would seem pity to throw away ten thou
sand a year: and if refuse, she gets all.
and am in the cold. As | am heart
whole, NAV as well think about il; that
| il. If she will have the goodness to accept
me-
..She WILL says Monica. with certain
meaning in her tone IF she refuses she
will be left penniless too, it would all go
to you, and size is fond Of" she paused.
Il dare saw you will get on very well
together she continues hastily 'And
as you are heart-whole, as you say. it
really cannot much matter.
| What can't matter ?"
| Your marrying tor money.
| "And if | was not quite free-if my
heart owned another tie-how then ~
asks he, with an anxiety to know her
opinion that astonishes even himself.
| Then it would be disgraceful OF you,
and contemplate" returns she, seriously
but without haste. Perhaps she thinks
she has spoken too severely. because
presently she smiles up at him very
softly and kindly. And then. after a
little bit he says goodbye to her, and goes
out into the cleaning sunshine. and all the
way up to the grand old Court Chat may
or NAV not be his as his will dictates and
carries into it, not the face OF the cousin
who reigns there, and whom it is expedi-
ne should marry. but soft vision, glad
with eyes that shine like sapphires. and
sunburnt hair, and smile grave and
sweet and full of heavenly tenderness.
It is month later. Thirty days-as
cruelty short as days will ever be where
happiness reigns supreme-have taken to
themselves wings and flown away.
1t is now high noon; already the day
begins to wane. The god of light grows
weary tired nature halts." The stream
lets are running YEARLY. as though IA
tieued with the exertions of the day. now
almost past.
| ut is the earth's siesta-even the bee
| flags in his deep and dull mOnotOny." All
the morning George Norwood has toi.ed
assiduously after his cousin at the Court ;
has followed from greenhouses to con-
servatories. from Conservatives to or
chards, the woman he has been taught he
must marry: if he wishes to keep up his
| al 10 NTH tho world which
he has so long been known. Now, when
evening is descending. he has escaped
from his duty, and has flung himself with
deepest, intensest relief at the feet OF the
woman he ought not to marry, with whom
indeed. marriage will mean social extlnc,
ton.
He met her half an hour ago in this lit
tie shadowy valley, where the dying sun
beams are PLAYING at hide and seek among
the branches of the trees, and where q
tiny rvulet is lisping and stammering as
it runs lazily over its pebbles.
Monica, having thrown aside her huge
white hat, is sitting on little mound
with her back against a beech tree. She
has taken her knees into her embrace, anC
Just now is looking at her COUSIN from un
der heavily dashed lids, that seem barely
able to support themselves, so lahSurous
is the hour, and so contented her spirit.
Her companion can scarcely be said te
be looking rs free from care as she is
there is Il slight suspicion of WEAKNESS II
his eyes. his manner is somewhat tinget
with depression very foreign to it,whicf
as a rule is of the debonnaire order.
Anything the matter with youP" asks
Monica at last.
Yes, any amount of things"
.'Well-go on-say them all over-l
will do you good suggests she sympa
thetcally.
Not for worlds-at least, not tor many
reasons 1t would bore you; it wouldn'
cure my case. and besides,' with hal
laugh. my worries are of the kind diff
cult to put into speech.
| Continued Tomorrow.