Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1884-01-17
" ONE OF THREE"
By JESSE FoTHERGILr
AiIt.or of Probation" "The WeIfelds." z,

BIZ JESSE ForHERGLL,
Airtsor of probation" "The Wetclds." Etc.
CHAPTER XL-CoSTrNUED
Once it was: "Does your health suf-
fer. Miss Percival, from being con-
stantly with poor Rupert?"
Not in the least, thank you. My
health never was better"
'Nor your spirits?"
''No. 1 am not given to fits of de-
preston. have congenial employ
ment."
II think you are given to fits of
goodness and self-sacrifice. No one
who was not woman, and very
good one, could find that employment
congenial.''
You quite overrate what I do. Ru-
rert's eyes. whenever L approach him,
brighten visiblv. His whole being re-
wives. Next to Mr.. Baldwin l have
more influence over him than any one
in the world believe. What an en-
traordinary woman it would be who
found no pleasure in these signs"
''NeIt to Mr.. Baldwin. You make
such sacrifices. and are then content to
come merit to some one else in the es-
TEEN of the person for whom they are
nader exclaimed Mallabarr, his dark
eyes flashing upon her. Il may be q
cold man of the world-since you seem
to think so little of it-but to me it
seems as if, if any one showed such
goodness to me. and needed it, my
whole soul would go out in acorship of
her-of my benefactor, whoever it
might be.
bespoke passionately, and Margaret
looked grave. John Malabarr had used
such tone toward her more than once
Another time
Tomorrow 1 go up to town, Miss
Percival.''
Indeed; for long?'
81 have not the faintest idea. l know
that when i am knocking about there in
the glare and heat, and talking inanities
with those who are inane, shall think
many time of this cool room, with the
sea breeze ruffling the curtains. and
you. with your arm acting as a pillow
to Rudolph's aching head; talking to
him, or listening 10 him, or reading to
him, and shall wish were as well en-
ployed.'
':I hardly think that making your
arm into pillows for sick people is your
sphere" said Margaret, an involuntary
upoH ldCc
"You think shall be more congen-
tally employed talking the inanities 1
spoke of?'' he said. trying to speak
lightly. but his smile was forced one
-''You quite mistake me-" said Marga-
ret, earnestly. al can not imagine you
talking inanitieS to any one, Mr.. Mala-
barr; and surely you wrong the ladies
of whom you speak. People are not
,1,- Al
town for the season, and talk to their
friends when they meet them there
perhaps not" said he, and his face
had frightened, Margaret noticed, from
the very moment in which she had said
she could not imagine him talking IMAM
tiles. Margaret had received homage
ere now. in many forms. She was too
experienced not to know now that NAL
abarr admired her. at least, and it was
on that occasion that she first distinctly
said to herself: II am very glad that
Mr.. Malabarr is going to London, and
hope he viii stay there till the end of
the season., 1 wish he might find some
of those 'inane' ladies irresiStiblv fas-
cinating, and would write and tell Mrs.
Lascelles that he hoped soon to intro
duce to her the future Mrs. Malabarr.''
John Mallabarr departed on the fol-
lowing day. 1t is to be presumed that
he found the inanity of those whom he
met, more than he could endure, for he
returned to Mallabarr Court in n fort
night, and the reasons he alleged for
such short stay in the metropolis
seemed singularly wanting in cogency.
During that fortnight. Louis Baldwin
was Individually much softener at the
Grange than before. His dubious court
esy and sedate manners became in Mar
garet's mind an inseparable accompani-
ment to Rupert's devotion, giving to
their intercourse q strange, pungent
flavor. disagreeable enough at first, but
becoming afterward as greatly desired
and appreciated as is caviare to him
who has once acquired the taste for it.
Repeatedly she had with Louis con-
versations, scenes. passages of arms
even moro vigorous than that which had
taken place on the pier. They seldom
met without disputiDg. Louis intense
reserve tormented Margaret; he always
seemed to hold something back-a
something which she could not define,
and about which she indulged in end
less specuiations and guesses. till at last
a passionate, though unspoken. desire
possessed her to learn this secret of his
nature. If he only would reveal it, she
was convinced it would be good ADD
beautifsl-as lovely as those ceruleah