Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1883-02-01
Continued from Yesterday

CONTINUED from Yesterday
It is George Norwood, of course--a lit
tie flushed from his run and his hair slight
" rufi1ed, and with the gladdest light pos
sible in his handsome eyes.
Monica, moving backward. involuntari-
" seizes the curtain with one hand and
stares at him almost affrightedly. Her
attitude reminds him Of that happy mo-
ment when first he saw her. Before he
has time to speak she RECEIVERS herself and
says, with poor attempt at GOODNESS:
''What has brought you here ~
..You KNOW replied he calmly; ian
overpowering desire to see you-to hear
YOUR voice again. Your face was in every
corner, smiling at me-your voice was
clearer than the band, and called me in
cessantly, have come -
He sinks into a chair with all the air OF
man who intends to make it his resting
place for the remainder of the evening.
"Where is Julia?' asks she, reproof In
her voice, unmistakable gladness in her
great cleaning eyes. She has got leavy
spray Of scarlet geranium in the bosom Of
her white gown. It rises and falls nerv-
ously, as she stands before him, trying
vainly to be stern and angry.
II don't know-l don't care. Dancing,l
suppose" -. 100, ,o..
Go back to her at once -
II won't" says Mr.. Norwood.
"But desire you." exclaims she with
little stamp Of her foot.
"Of course, if you turn me out, | shall
have to CO." says George Norwood. with
out showing tire faintest symptom of an
intention to depart; but certainly sha'nt
90 to Julia-I've had enough Of Julia
Monica's breath comes little quickly;
she lifts her hand to her soft rounded
throat.
''You ought to be with the woman you
mean to marry" she says slowly.
II entirely agree with you" says Nor
wood with the utmost vivacity. but that
wouldn't drive me back to the Grange.
shall never marry Julia"
You don't know what you are saying"
says Monica, shrinking still farther from
him.
Il do. Quite we'll ought to have said
it before. but tonight | have made up my
mind. If YOU refuse me, | shall never
marry any woman-neyer! My darling,
don't shrink from me : say you love me, say
it-Monica, say it,
"No-no. You must be mad" says the
she keeps him away from her. ut is f10,-
600 a wear You shall not do this thing.
In the morning You will think"
.As do now,'' interrupts he. And
as thought Yesterday morning. and every
morning during the past week-that love
you better than my very life-to say moth
ing of filthy lucre."
The pressure of the hands that repulse
him is not so strong now. Emboldened
by this sign of coming weakness, he goes
on with renewed spirit:
1--WE shall be poor you know; but you
said once you thought Zoo year quite
enough to live on. You can't go back of
that now You said also that it would be
disgraceful and contemplate act on the
part of any man to marry one woman
when he loved another. You can't get
out of that either, and am not going to
look either dSgraceful or contemplate in
the only ewes | worship"
The hands have grown quite reasonable
now, and indeed have slipped from his
chest to his shoulders.
Monica, am yours, whether you like
it or not. You must try and make the
best of me- he says very humbly. My
beloved. can only promise to be q good
husband to you till death us do part"
"Do not talk of DEATH" she whispers
TREMENDOUSLY.
Mop Shall we not pray that we may
die the same day. and be buried in the
same grave But, living or dying. my
own darling. every thought of my heart
will be yours"
The hands have slipped a little higher
up, and now with faint but heave SIGH
that is almost q sob. she twines them round
his neck and lays her soft check against
his.
(You must imagine good many aster-
lsks here, and then we 90 on.)
'.How was Julia lookipg?" she axis
presently. They are now sitting close
together-very close indeed-upon the
patriarchal sofa that certainly has seen
they could not be more contented with it.
VERY handsome" replies he, with the
most satisfactory indifference. " 'Icily
regular. splendidly null sort of business.
No soul, and too much flesh My angel.
you have saved me, To think that only
for you might have married her; should.
to q moral certainty. you know, as didn't
know what love meant then"
At this juncture there is no installing
he knows what love means now.
III you should ever be sorry about this.
says Monica nervously.
Nonsense. darling; you know you are
miles too good for me. | hope you will
never be sorry, that's all Monies"
wistfully, "are you certain, positive, that
you really love me3"
II am as sure of it. rs that we are sit
ting here" says Miss Norwood solemnly
A further demonstration that they now
really know what love means,
..Do you know. I'm awfully hungry
says George presently, without the small
est shame, or recollection that people in
novels never eat anything when filled with
the tender passion.
"Are youp Do you know so am l. but
didn't quite like to say it." coniesses she
naively. 1.-The servants are in bed. | am
afraid; but there is cold chicken in the
pantry, and"
LET us go for it ourselves" says
George. AS we are going to set up
housekeeping on limited scale, the SOON
er we learn how to lay a table and help
ourselves, the better"
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