The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-06-23

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shows that you don't believe what vol
say, and that you think work i de
grading and won't let me be degraded.
at is not that at ALL" said Teresa
cit is because you are her own dauobter
and whether l think it right on her mar
or not, | don't want to pain mamma !,
much as know it will pain her. An,
then she would really be too lonesom,
at home without you.''
So the months wore away, and Teres,
sent her forewoman to Paris for fabric
and fashions, and began her third wear
feeling new interest in her business
which was taking an artistic charaetel
in her mind, and giving her, so far a.
successful, an artists satisfaction.
Trevor, meanwhile, still kent hi.
place in the counting-room, more from
the good nature of the employer thar
because he filled any requirement. at.
abominable," he said to his mother
''that, taking the place 1 could in so
ciety, should be hampered in this wa,
by Tara's low-bred tastes and by tht
want of Uncle Trevor's money. Wher
| see the other fellows with their drac,
and tally-hoes, having the freedom q
their clubs, with their opera-boxes
marrying the daughters of millionaire
by George! it's enough to make q
fellow take his own life!'
And this awful threat overwhelmed
Mrs. Eversley. who wrung her hands,
and cried, and begged her dariinc- to
remember he was her. only solA i
fathers image, all the jo3 she 'had, Jne
hope of her existence, and to spap 6er,
to spare her, to spare her! AID her
darling answered Good gEcious,
mother! Do have a little sense
1t was surely desirable tat his
mother should have some sese, for
Trevor had hardly any himslf. Nor
did he seem to know how tofind any
pleasure except in rich CLOTHS and be-
hind housekeeping horse. Il can't
take you to drive, Laura" = said, ''for
the fellows will ask what fetty girl it
is, and when they hear thy will say:
20 yes, the sister who keep the shop!' y
He spent the whole of hiEsalary on his
pleasures. The whole IF it? Much
more than his salary, it seemed to Ter
esa, who looked furtiveI at his goings
and comings, and realizd, with her al
ready better knowledgtof the world,
what some of these pleaures must cost.
Was he gambling ina gentle way?
Had he begged of his mother her little
revenue? Had Uncle Trevor suddenly
opened his heart and filed the young
man'spurse? Thatpuse was evidently
full. She began to feel vague fear
of she knew not what. She knew what
very soon.
Uncle Trevor waited upon her one
morning in her priv,te room, and sat
down with his hat on. Taking from
his pocket large wallet he opened ii
with deliberation, ran over its contents,
and handed her, without word, bit
of paper. 1t was a note for large
sum, signed by T. Eversley, which was
upon the market, and had been pre-
scented to him prepayment. That told
the whole story. 1t was a forgery
cunning forgery-for it was the name
of both uncle and sister, and both
names carried weight. Her heart beat
so heavily against her side it seemed
impossible that it should beat again.
Her color fell; she could not lift her
eyes. For him to ruin them ALI
''Well?" her uncle said, in his harS
voice.
She still held the bit of paper, held i
so tightly that her fingers were whit,
and her nails blue. What was she t.
do? Her thoughts ran swiftly as light
ming runs, Topay this note would ruin
her, close up the business, return her t.
the tyranny of her step-mother, destroy
all the hope that she and Laura haC
had of independence, put them bacl
into their old slavery of waiting for
dead mans shoes. But not to pay it
To let another soul beside herself know
of the disgrace of her fathers son; tx
let the miserable boy suffer any NOR,
agony than the self-knowledge of hi
base act; to let his poor mother suffe
such shock, such shame, such misery
1t was all in a second. "Well?" sh,
said, her heart gathering its strength
again. perhaps l don't understand
Why did you bring me my note? Hav,
you bought it? You need not hav,
done that, Uncle Trevor. 1t was yer,
kind of you, but I am good for it. Thi
Is day too early, you see, and it's no
very business-like to pay your notes be
fore the last day of grace; but, so Ions
as you're here, may as well take
up"
"Do you mean to say" said the OLE
man, in slow and terrible way, ''tha
this is your note?"
Certainly l mean to say it." sh,
answered him, although it seemed as i
her voice were some inflexible weigh
that she must needs pull up from vas
depth and distance. SIS not that IN,
nameP" pointing to the signature. II
not that my handwritingP'' The room
was growing dark, was beginning t.
whirl; she put out her hand in blinC
way. but grasped nothing, and the not,
fluttered to the floor.
There was silence for moment. He
uncle looked at her slowly from head t,
foot.
E" You are handsome girl" he saic
then. every inch Trevor and al
Eversley. Dark as a gypsy queen an,
proud as royal duchess. Yes, YOU ar,
a handsome girl-but you are liar
That note was neither given nor signe,
by you. 1t is the forgery of your brothe
Trevor. And the scoundrel knows tina
he Is safe because it is his own nam
also. What ails my brothers child. ;
he cried, " that he should do this thinu .,