Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-01-13
dressed resentment.
A prettier picture of enrage3 pride

A prettier picture of enragea pride
could not be seen.
Great heavenm she cried with Q
passionate stamp. What deceit! How
often have | hu led the fact in his face
that was glad, infinitely glad that l
owed him nothing. He calmly heard
me, knowing t at it was beggar's de-
lusion he was listening to-" She paus-
ed, and her flashing eyes turned on the
chair he had lately occupied. How
he detestS, me, too, she said 81 have
never tried to win his favor-we have
never been friendly. and to think that
for weeks past, or perhaps months. l
nave eaten his bread and spent his mon
ey, thinking it entirely my own. But
it is over-1 shall not stay. In the
wide world there is surely room for me
to earn my bread"
She drew back the curtain and look
ed out. The stars were shining frost
lily, but the wild March wind was max
ing havoc of cry stray leaf and frag-
meut in its path.
The streets were deserted. 1t was
an unusually bitter night of that bluS-
ferrous month, night when humanity
keeps its head, snail-like, indoors,
when the crackle of a bright fire was
the sweetest sound on earth.
Marion, with little shiver, turns
away.
II must go!" she muttered, mot an
other night will l stay here a beggar on
his bounty. Old Mrs. Chaplin, though
she is poor, will keep me for my moth
er's sake until | get something to do
and pay her back" She paused Sec
ond by Jerome's armchair, and leaned
her arm on the back of it. Il wish-I
wish he did not dislike me so," she
whispered, and the tears tempted the
lustre of her eyes. at was my abom-
Unable 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 the old iierceness returned.
But what am l doing?" she said,
dashing away the tears and trying
to control her 9uivering lips. "Do I
not hate this man-this superior being
that treats me as child? Am l not
glad by accident learned the truth of
my position? Certainly! Am l not
delighted at the possibility of feeling
independent. away from his benevolent
smile? l am; and the time will come
when Jerome Vann will wonder that he
ever laughed at me or my vagaries."
All the warm Southern nature arous-
ed. she went to the desk and began to
write a note to this detested guardian.
Sir" it dashed of, ''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 strong
ly, will no doubt be glad to learn that l
have broken from your reins and fled.
Good night and good-by to you. sir.
MARION.
.P. ST. distinctly and emphatically
refuse to marry Mr.. Burlington
An hour later she was on the street.
the wind blowing her cloak, and twist
ing her veil until it looked like o signal
of distress.
There was nothing of the heroine
about her as she hurried along, keeping
on the darkest side of the street. her
head lowered, and her tears dropping
thick and fast. Poor Marion! The
first touch of the world. in which she
stood alone, was cold and blustery.
The weeks passed on by leaden feet.
Advertisements and detectives were
both of no avail. and Jerome Vann's
face grew strangely old and sad, for
whereabouts still remained a
mystery.
He loved her far more than he ever
realized. He longed to see that spirit
ed, magnetic face again, and to hear
the pert, merry voice which had made
such drollery of his well-meant advice.
Day after daypassed, each one an ex-
act repetition of the preceding one,
and all very weary. sickening blanks to
the rich lawyer in his stately home.
1t was June. Sunny, soft weather
reigned in the city. Roses bloomed ev-
erywhere. in florists windows, in mar
ket carts, in wealthy gardens-every-
where the fragrant punches of different
hued flowers waved in the breeze.
jerome was standing at his library
looking out at the throng of
promenaders and open carriages DASH
ing along. His eyes were no longer
Tiled with suspense, they were far
" and hopeless.
He had left nothing untried to dis
cover her whereabouts, and it had all
been worse than useless. He had been
beating his heart out with pain, in al
ternate hope and failure, in passionate
longing, and now all was over. With
put any renewed vigor he was still kept
in professional duties, trying, but vain
", to take up the thread of existence as
hough Marian had never been known
md dearly loved.
He took up his hat and cane and
vent out. His steps led him to Broad
way. The thoroughtare was crowded
md he walked slowly along, his moody
ace, with its quietly bitter expression,
n marked contrast to those around him.
He paused to look at picture which
attracted number of people. 1t was
| quaint design in water colorS, in the
hape of a small screen.
The picture showed the sea on
tormy day, with the floating spars and
nasts of wrecked ship appearing
Ibove the angry waves in the distance,
All the coloring of the picture is CEN
cred in two figures on the shore.
One, the dead body of drowned
ailor, curls lying on his forehead. his
yes closed, his blue jacket torn, show
ne the powerful chest in which the
leart would never beat again. The
'ther, young girl with face of ex-
RENE loveliness, though convulsed
With anguish.
Her dress denoted that she was a
sher lass. and as she bent over the
ody of her lover, one hand over his
eart, the other holding on the little
lack hood she wore. the expression of
er eyes were strangely real and touch
ng. The subject was an old one, yet
his little water-color sketch held q
uaint orig nal power of its own.
Jerome. looked at it, puzzled and fas-
mated. There was a strange resem-
lance in the man to some one he had |
nOwn; nay. more. With wondering
yes he realized that it was a perfect
keness of himself.
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