The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1884-09-19

sinking unasked into the only eas,
chair-I was at my writing tabl
aud meant to stay there. "How
ever, here they are, all safe, with 1
few marginal notes. You do reall.
leave beautifully broad, clean mar
ginS-they're quite tempting! Il,
the way, Why haven't you sent IN,
that stOryff
I" haven't written il yet,' l re
plied-I longcd to add, "and 1 neyeI
mean tor but somehow | could not
swell, you must; prose pay,
best. What other editors have yoI
been interviewing lately r.
"None | never want to ses
another in all my life 70
lie leaned back in his chair aud
laughed heartily; then, with mock
gravity
"rm glad TO hear that, for you're
really quite dangerous. By the
way, Why did you say your name
was Jonesi You might have known
| should find you out. Editors do
lind out everything in time. You
are Miss Madeline Meredith, OF
Garth, aud your brother JEFF and
were chums st Etou and Oxford
"Oh,' l said, somewhat sur,
prised, 81 didn't know y
"Of course not. How could
your
Sand Pm not Miss Meredith oI
Garth any longer with an effort
at proud composure, "Papa lost
all bis money, and our house was
sold; then papa died, and Jeii is
with his ship at the Cape, and aunt
Adelaide didn't wan; me any long.
er; so | came to London TO Mrs.
Kent-she's my old nurse-and
earn my bread by my pen.'
l could not help telling him all
that-he seemed to make mo in
spite of myself; but / uttered the
last words proudly, and he did not
smile at all, bnt looked very grave.
III wonder Miss Meredith if You.
ever heard JEFF speak Of Harold
Cashelton n
"Ob, yes, often !'-and then |
paused in some confusion. Mr..
Harold Cashelton had been my
brothers guide, philosopher and
FRIEND aud in one way and anoth-
er had heard more than enough
of him all my life, though, through
my having no mother, | had never
been ut Garth when Jefi7s friends
visited him. In fact, | had
worshiped bin secretly aud afar of
from JeflTs descriptions-ani
made him the hero of more than
one romance; and now there be
was, sitting in my easy.chair and
chatting to me as II he had known
me all my life-as, indeed, | sup.
pose he had in one way, for jeff
surely must have mentioned me to
him.
After asking all sorts of ques.
tioDs about my brother, he stood
up to 90, and desired me not to for.
get the story; but then more than
ever ] resolved not to write, as 40
doubt be would accept 1t from mere
pity.
Three months passed away, and
| was on terms of almost civility
with my hated editor; but | had
nothing tor the Arlington -
on that point | was obstinato-nor
had l told Mr.. Cashelton very
much about myself or my own at.
fairs beyond the first sudden burst
Of confidence, which seemed inevi-
table. What | wrote and how l
succeeded never would talk about,
in spite of "No. II Brown street,
Bloomsbury several very insiDua-
ting questions. But about JEFF l
would talk for hours, and he did
not seem to weary of the subject,
either.
Sometimes | accompanied him to
an afternoon concert at st. James
Hall or a matinee at the lyceum,
and he was always very kind aud
attentive; but | never could get
over the fact that be had laughed
at my poetry. Had he laughed only
ut myself should have forgiven
and forgotten it.
One evening he called after be
had absented himself for q fort.
night, and | was wondering IN spite
Of myself what could have happen.
ed to him. / was about to call Mrs.
Kent to light the gas, though it
was really quite bright, when he
stopped me.
Don't ring for lights" he said,
n his lazy way; II want to talk to
gOu. | have something very par.
.icular TO say, Madeline, aud l
want to say it to you alone. Made
ine7-and somehow he got posses.
zion of both my han,ls-"I love
fou; l want you for my wife; | want
% take care of you, dear, il you
vlll let me-"
II can't help it" | returned, feeb.
y and vaguely.
mo, Of course not, and l don't
want you to. Darling, you must
lave seen that | love you, and you
must, you surely must care for me
! little in returnp
III don't know said, more
eebly still; and the golden oppor.
,uuity for revenge aud retaliation
vas gone forever. l might have
been cool aud proud naughty aud
le6ant, laughed in bis lace aud
odd hlm | scorned his love as he
hsd scOrned my DOetrv. lnstpad of