The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1884-11-06

ofyears is apt to grow musty. Iprefer
going in for the new"
Every rude to my cousin" with a
shrug of her white shoulders.
us not the fault yours if you make
any other answer impossiblep"
mabel is the dearest woman under
the sun" she replied, with sudden IT.
relevancy.
II agree with you," was the quiet
answer; capricious woman is dear ut
any price"
"You do her gross injustice. If you
don't believe me, ask Sir Guy"
A look of amusement shown from
his eyes. Hardly, you are told not to
trust your dearest friend about a horse.
"How does that apply?" raising her
eyebrows.
Perfectly. A man is bound to tell any
amount of lies about his wife, They
are moving toward the supper room
before any one else claims you, let me, !"
standing up and offering his arm in the
most empresse manner, because Mabel's
eyes CHANGED to be turned in his direc-
ton.
Right under Sir Guys nose he led
his wife out of the room, bending over
her and asking for o flower from her
bouquet before they we're quite out Of
sight. His last chance of being asked
to Chesterfield Gardens was ruined be-
fore he reached the bottom of the stair.
case, even while he was priding him
self on his diplomacy and attempting
to throw his handful of foolish dust in.
to the baronet's eyes.
Il thought of asking Captain Vivian
to dine with us ON Friday" said Lady
Waverley, sweetly, toward the end OF
the evening. II want to be civil to
him for Mabel's sake"
Mabel! be hanged!" growled Sir
Guy, in pet. eff he puts his foot in
to my doorway, by CAD! I'll stop at
home to kick him out"
After this the subject was dropped.
The two lovers were as hopelessly
separated by an unfortunate mistake as
the palm tree and the pine of Heine's
verse. Finding that his presence was
not desired in Chesterfield Gardens,
Vivian made up his mind to leave Lon
don. Although he had been foolish
enough to angle for an invitation in his
calmer moments he was forced to &C
knowledge that it was better refused
than given. The mere sight of Mabefs
loneliness was enough to incite him to
any madness. and one word of kind
ness might have tempted him to try if
the fire in his own breath could not
have melted the ICY barrier between
them. And then the end must have
been sorrow, and might have been dis
honor.
Before starting for Paris it was nee
essary for him to pay visit to tho
family solicitor, Mr.. Prendergast, in
Lincoln's Inn. Val Forester, who
happened to be with him at the club,
when he announced his intention, with
a dreary yawn, said: "Take the brough-
ham. I only came out in it to-day
because of that horrid fog, and it will
be charity to give the horse some ex-
erclse, instead of keeping it at the door,"
Seeing the wisdom of this suggestion,
Frank accepted, and, feeling rather
like an eminent physician on his way to
a patient, was driven at cautio us
pace to Lincoln's Inn. By curious
coincidence, Sir Guy Waverley happen
ed to have paid visit this very after
noon to his own lawyer, who lived in
the same house, though on different
floor, as Mr.. Prendergast. His wife had
agreed to come. and call for him, bu
when she saw a nasty pea-soup fog OBJ
scuring the view of her neighbours win
dow her courage failed her, and she will
lingly consented to let Mabel go instead.
The fog was denser than ever as she
sat patiently in the carriage at the door
of No. 80; but she was in no hurry. Ev-
cry object in life seemed to be taken
from her, and there was no use in hur-
rying when there was nothing to be
lost by delay. A letter from Charlie
Wentworth was in her pocket. The
poor fellow pleaded his suit in an honest,
manly manner; but his words brought
no futter to her heart, no tears to her
eyes. Lost in thought, she did not
look up, as somebody came rapidly
down the steps, jumped into the broug-
ham, and shut the door after him. As
he dropped on to the seat he almost
OOullu0u Out VI 1t LII ulSillAy.
"Ten thousands pardons! Mabel!
o God! It's not my fault! What are
you crying for?" He caught hold of
her hands and held them tight. "You
don't care-y can't care"-his chest
heaved. his eyes fastened upon her, as
if he would devour her. "You hate me;
you hate me, you know you do, or you
would never have married him!"
Married! What do you mean ?" her
heart beating fast, her cheeks white as
death.
"Of course, mean Sir Guy"
"My cousins husband! What has
that to do with me?"
Your cousins! For Gods sake,
1on't trife with me. He married you,
Mabel Lorraine they told me so at once"
HE married lIary Annabella Lor-
line, who sometimes goes by that
name. But you know her?" draw
ng back. ''You are laughing at me-"
''What fool I have been |" as the
scales dropped from his eyes. II
thought you were lady Waverley all the
while. Oh, my darling!" as he caught
ler in his arms and pressed showers of
kisses on her lips, it seems almost too
good to be true"
The coachman meanwhile imagining
MS master was in the carriage, pursued
his way westward till he drew up at the
loor of No.-Chesterfield Gardens. /
Every glad to see you, Captain WV
an" said Lady Waverlev, with mis-
,hievous twinkle in her eye. "But
where is Sir Guy?" The two lovers
ooked at each other in dismay. They
lad quite forgotten him.-The White
lall Review.
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