Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-10-11

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coming TO q sndden stand.
YOU" repeated Amelia, echo like.
In nv house, continued the doctor.
Il never knew II was your house. you
may be sure, and III 20 out of it at
once. She snatched up Gracie's hat,
and turned toward the door dragging
the child after her.
You shall not STIR / am delighted
to see YOU here; yon shall never leave.
1 shall leave, and this moment. too.
She caught Oracle up and made a
movement TO dart past him. but he step
ped before her with one arm outstretch-
ed, barring the way. Oracle, alarmed
at this gesture, uttered piercing Shrek
There was a sound of quick steps ap-
preaching, and Mrs. Fargo appeared
upon the threshold DIR. Trim dropped
his arm, and Amelia, with flushed face
and indignant mein, approached Mrs.
Fargo.
.sWhat in the worlds the matterg
exclaimed this lady. "sAlbert, / thought
you were a robber. How have you been
frightening Mrs. Pullyn"
!" Shall | explain2n asked the doctor.
looking toward Amelia, who vanished
through the door without replying.
Why, where are you goingan cried a
voice in the hall 1t was Mrs. Trim,
who arrested ner guest on the way to the
front door.
i Mrs. Fargo and Albert now rushed
out, and the storm centre was trans
ferred to the hall
! . You must not 90. Amelia. / entreat
you do not go, cried Albert, wildly.
"Of course you will not 90, said Mrs.
Fargo, with decision. 81 never heard
of anything so absurd come back direct
! ly l insist upon knowing the meaning
OF all this She took Amelia by the
arm, and almost torcibly led her back
have met before she continued, as.
Stunning the office of inquisitor; when
and where was it2
9 Shall | tell2p asked Albert.
Amelia maintained naughty silence.
g You do not object, and, really, see
no reason why you should. Mother, you
have wondered that / did not marry.
This is the reasonn He pointed to
Amelia, who still stood draped in her
long widows vail, clasping the white
robed child in her arms.
!" was not to blame, " she said, calmly
ssYou were to blame; you should not
have let your father influence you.'
s'You should not have disputed with
my father. He was older than you, and
of course knew better.n
''That is an exploded assumption. But
/ am not going to renew that discussion
with you.n Then with suddenly awak-
ened tenderness he advanced and took
| from her tired arms the little girl who
was nodding heavily against her shoulder.
There, sit down." he said, gently
'tAfter all these years we may certainly
let the old quarrel rest. was so taken
by surprise that did not do justice to
the tender feeling my heart has always
retained for YOU
Tender feeling-quarrel. What in
/ the name of heaven are you talking
about7" cried Mrs. Fargo, impatiently.
II am going to tell you, returned
/ Albert, laying the head of the sleeping
child against his breast, and beginning
to walk the floor. ''How like You she
is, Amelia he said, looking fondly at
her. "See mother. this should have
been your grandchild. Yes, we were
engaged. You remember, Amelia, the
night | proposed2 1t was after the hall
at the college, and we were walking
home together through the moonlight
village street You wore rose pink silk
with tulle over it, and the tulle was all
in tatters. but you looked as lovely as an
angel; and you said Yes without hest
tation, like the frank, sweet girl you
wee. ALL we were very happy"
"But you would always dispute with
papa about the proper treatment in
fevers, and the giving of calomel, and
all that said Amelia, sadly. Papa,
who had practised medicine forty years,
and who of course knew so much better. y
"Ahl don't speak of that" pleaded
Albert, humbly, melting more and more,
wrought upon, not by memory alone, but
! by that inexpiicable tenderness that will
flow out about a little head nestled
against the breast. 81 own that / was
wrong"
'You admit it, at last, exclaimed
Amelia, with an air of triumph
Wrong in disputing, mean; not in
the principle"
ssYou cling to your heresy2 Papa said
it was fiat heresy."
sfWhat have medical theories to do
with my loving your" he asked, pausing
before her, and looking earnestly at her.
'sYou married, to please your father, an
! old-school physician twenty years older
than yourself. Did his medical ortho-
doxy make you happyl"
'tYon shah't question me so, she re-
/ piled, making a last struggle. ''Give
me my baby. don't love to have any,
one hold her but myself