Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-02-05
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All the young IelloW ecnoeo, anu
there was silence.
marion is very proud" Jerome
contin led. ''If she knew that she was
not absolutely Independent of my
bounty / believe she would not STAY
an hour longer beneath my roof. Bat
poor child, she need never know; at
least, until after she has been mar
RED"
The deep voice ceased with regret
full ring, and then he concluded, more
cheerfully;
600, and / wish you success in your
wooing"
Ned wrung his hand and left the
room, and in a few moments Jerome
followed.
For while the fire glowed on moist.
ly in the CRATE, the wind howled, and
the quiet remained unbroken; then
the heavy velvet curtains were drawn
back, and Marion stepped out from be-
hind.
Her face was as pale as ghosts,
her dark eyes were burning with fierce
pride, and very angry; he lips were
trembling with excitement and sup
pressed resentment.
A prettier picture of enraged pride
could not be seen.
Great heavenl" she cried with
passionate stamp. What deceitl
How often have / hurled the fact in
his face that / was glad, infinitely
glad that / owed him nothing. He
calmly heard me, knowing that it was
beggar's delusion he was listening
tor She paused and her flashing
eyes turned on the chair he had lately
occupied. How he detests, noe, too,
she said. 81 have never tried to win
his favor-we have never been friend.
~, and TO think that for weeks past,
or perhaps months, | have eaten his
bread and spent his money, thinking
it entirely my own. But it is overt
shall not stay. ln the wide world
there is surely room for me to earn my
bread p
She drew back the curtain aud look
ed out. The stars were shining frost
lily, but the Wild March wind was
making havoc of every leaf and frag-
ment in its path.
The streets were deserted. It was
an unusually bitter night Of that
blusterOus month, a night when hu-
mainly keeps its head, snail like in
doors, when the crack of bright fire
is the sweetest sound on earth.
Marion, with a little shiver, turns
away.
IL must gol' she muttered mot
another night will / stay here a beg
gar on his bounty. Old Mrs. Chap
lin, though she is poor, will keep me
for my mothers sake until l get some
thing to do and pay her back. She
paused q second by Jerome's arm
chair, and leaned her arm on the back
Of it. 81 wish--I wish he did not dis
like me so, she whispered, and the
tears tempted the luster Of her eyes.
ut was nay abominable temper at
first. and now he is tired of me, and
would gladly marry me to the first
coxcomb that asks.
This mood only lasted second, and
all her old fierceness returned.
But what am | doipg2' she said,
dashing away the tears and irving to
contro. her quivering lips. DO | not
uulS ll1is man ~biilS SupbIiOi bCihS
who treats me as a chief2 Am / not
glad by accident | learned the truth
Of my positions Certainly Am /
not delighted al the possibility Of feel
ing independent, away from his
benevolent smile2 ( am; and the
time will come when Jerome VSnn
will wonder that he ever laughed at
me or my vagaries."
All the warm southern nature
aroused she went to the desk and
began to write a note to this dete sted
guardian,
Sir it dashed off, "ten minutes
since | learned my position in your
house, and it is such an undesirable
one that / renounce it this night
You, who have disapproved of me
so strongly, will, no noubt be glad to
learn that have broken from your
reins and fed. Good highland good
by to you sir.
up. 81 distinctly and emphatl-
cally refuse to marry Mr., Butfing
tom"
An hour latter she was on the
street, the wind blowing her cloak.
and twisting her vail till it looked
like a signal Of distess,
There was nothing Of the heroine
about her as she hurried along, keep,
ing on the darkest side of the street,
her head lowered, and her tears drop
ping thick and fest. Poor Marion
The first touch of the world, in which
she stood alone, was cold and blust-
cry.
The weeks passed on by leaden feet.
Advertisement and detectives were
both of no avail, and Jerome Vann's
face grew strangely old and sad, for
Marlon's whereabouts still remained
mystery.
He loved her far more than he ever
realized He longed to see that spir-
tied, magnetic face again, and to hear
the pert, merry voice watch had made
such drollery Of his well.meant ad
vice.
Day after day passed, each one an
exact repetition of the preceding one,
and all very weary, sickeuing blanks
TO the rich lawyer in his stately home.
1t was June. Sunny soft weather