Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1884-01-24
" ONE OF THREE"
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They took him away, and for the
future they took care that when he
walked out it should be behind the
house, on the western side of the gaI-
den. The beginning of October was
gusty and wet. They had to stay in-
doors. Rupert's health dropped again,
and he was i'll Margaret was in close
attendance upon him.; for he would
hardly endure her cut of his sight. His
pain and wretchedness not taught, but
called forth. the Heavenly patience and
pity which lay in her deep woman s
heart. She grudged him no time. no
care, no WEAKNESS. She was repaid
when at last his head found rest on her
breast, wlen he pressed his quivering
lips upon her hand and brokenly muir
mured. margaret, how did l live
without you? Surely | must have felt,
without knowing it. that you were COM
ing to me- tg
John Mallabarr had been called to
town again on business, only for a few
days, certainly, but his absence gave
Margaret respite, released her from
the pressure of her heaviest apprehen-
sion. She had grown absolutely to
dread the sight. two or three times
week, of his brown hunter 'Cossack,"
and his scarlet coat, as he trotted up
the drive and across the bridge, while
they sat in the drawing-rOom, when it
was twilight; to dread his entrance five
minutes afterward, his bending over
Mrs. Lascelles, to kiss her hand and
ask if she could spare him cup of tea
after the day S run. Then there We're
the incidents of the hunting-feld to be
discussed. If the squire came in at the
same time it was still worse, for he was
a mighty hunter and loved to expatiate
upon the days doings, and in such q
case Margaret inevitably found MALTA
barr beside her, asking some question.
trifling, perhaps, in itself, but with the
low voice and the eloquent eye which
mean anything but tritling. At last he
had gone away and she was thankful.
1t has been said that she had foolish,
unreasonable idea that Louis had pene-
trated all her DISCUSSES; that, reserved
himself, and hating to besiege the re-
serve of others, he had said nothing on
the subject. She had an idea that he
knew. and that she was in his power.
She was one day rudeiy disillusioned.
louis had called one morning and r.
manned for lunch, during which meal
Mrs. Lascelles said:
"Mrs. Pierrepont is going to bring
her niece to see me this afternoon, Miss
Be kehham; you must see her, Mar
garet. They say she has splendid
voice. Perhaps we shall prevail upon
her to sing. And l have heard much
of her beauty; she was quite one of the
reigning bellies this season, John MALTA
barr said. l asked him why he had
not allowed her to reign in his heart,
and the silly fellow seemed quite an
noyed.''
Margaret, feeling Louis eyes intently
fixed upon her face, and miserable in
the knowledge Of who did reign in John
Mallabarr's heart, stammered out:
'.Is-is she rich, this Miss Becken-
hamP" t4~
''.Quite the heiress of her part of the
world" said Mr.. Lascelles. s'Louis,
you'd better stay and have a look at
her." he added. bluntly and uncon-
sciously. ''She might be a good spec.a
..For me, do you mean? As howpn
GAS wife. of course.
Louis laughed a little,
al have seen Miss Beckenham," said
he "and done homage to her. from
affair." can imagine her look of superb
aStoniShment If any one suggested such
an idea to her; and how she would put
up her eye,glass to. annihilate me and
my old brown house. She is wonder
fully handsome, and lofty withal. But
if Iadmired her ten times more than
do, there's her immense fortune, an in
superable obstacle"
'.Poohr' said the squire.
ITO me-" pursued Louis. drinking
some claret.: ..there is something unut-
terably vulgar in the very phrase: 'Oh.
he did we'll! he married an heiress.' /
think such marriages degrading"
ITO whom, man or wife?" asked the
squire
Both"
There may be something vulgar in
the phrase" said Mr.. Lascelles. with a
tolerantly good-natured laugh. AS
for there being anything vulgar in the
thing. let me refer you to the head OF
nv own tables Ell. Bessiea" He looked
atiectionately gtaward his wife. and
added: YOU talk high-fown bosh,
Louis. If my wife there had not had a
silver, do you suppose I should have
cared for her one jot the lesss Why.
Exayen. bless her! she could hare
wound me round her little finger, what
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