McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1885-04-02

coming back to-day" 1 cay, regret
fully, ''she would not have gone in
that case, and all would have beer
we'll"
Don't you bother your dear little
head over Susetta's affairs" returns
| mother, kissing me. you'll have
enough to do if you trouble yourself
about her. There never was such an
obstinate, self-willed girl"
''But she loves Trevor" l say, earn
estly.
81 doubt it., returns mother, shak-
ing her head. eff she cared for him
she would be ready to make greater
sacrifice than stopping away from the
races for his sake"
''But she is SO pretty, mother, and
SO fond of pleasure.
"All the worse for Trevor" retorts
mother, who is deeply vexed. "But
since you are SO staunch in her de-
Tense, I'll leave you to make excuses
for her. My head aches, and am go
ing to lie down."
''But, oh, mother what can say to
himp" cry in dismay.
''Just what you please" returns
mother. eff l were to see him,
should tell him what 1 think OF Su-
setta's behavior, and you would object
to that. know"
"Oh, mother don't be hard on our
petted darling!" say, and mothers
face relaxes, and | see smile lurking
at the corners of her mouth; but she
won't wait to see Trevor, neyerthe-
less.
He will look SO bright and eager
when he comes into the room, and l
shall see such blank disappointment
on his face as he looks in vain for Su-
setta-Susetta, who is enjoying her.
self at the races in company with
those Objectionable Fieldwicks.
Igo to the piano, but rise from the
music stool in very few minutes,
and take up book, then, throwing it
down, begin to walk restlessly to and
fro, for / can settle to nothing.
Presently L hear Trevor knocking
at the hall door. / know his rat-tat-
tat so well, and an instant later he is
in the room, asking eagerly for Su-
setta.
.'Was she not pleased to get my tel
egram?" he continues.
''She was far from home when it
came" l say, trying to appear at my
ease, $50 l opened it,
"Quite right, sister Addie," returns
Trevor, looking little disappointed,
where is Susetta?'
"She is spending the day with
some friends" [ answered, with a
foolish desire to put off telling the
truth as long as possible.
Trevor's handsome face darkens,
and his eyes flash ominously, as he
says:
"Adeline, she has never gone to the
would not do that after
what have said. But you don't an
swer me. She has gone, then?'
am still silent, and Trevor begins
to pace up and down the room in
state of the greatest agitation. He is
terribly put out, and makes no attempt
to hide it from me.
"And l shortened my stay in Lon
don, and hurried back for this,' he
says, bitterly, coming to a standstill
before my chair. Addie, 1 am begin
ming to wonder whether Susetta is
of all the love L have lavished
upon her."
Nonsense, Trevor" say quickly.
'sYou must not speak like that of my
sister. She is foolish, 1 know; but
there is not better girl in the whole
world"
He gives ne a quick glance as 1
finish speaking, and signs impa-
5iently.
81 know one thing he says, aftera
pause; "she could not have a bettoe
sister. Why is it you always take her
part, Addie? Have you no sympathy
:or me?"
He puts his hand on my shoulder
Is he speaks, never dreaming how
hat light touch thrills me and how
lard it is to steady my voice, as [
.eply:
II sympathize with you both. All!
f you would only take Bear and for
pear for your mottor'
''Have not borne enough alreadyp"
demanded Trevor, with another sigh.
Addict" he cries, suddenly, and the
blood rushes to his face, ''she has not
rome with the Fieldwicks. She has!
Then, by Heaven! l will never forgive
her,"
Flush, Trevor!'' I say, soothingly.
you will be sorry for talking like
his when your anger is over. After
Ill, she has not done anything desper-
ltely wrong"
would you have done it, Addie?"
hesitate for a moment, scarcely
what reply to make; but L
must say something in my sisters de-
ense, and answer gently:
''You forget how different we are,'
Susetta and /. She is so fond of
pleasure, ano have ever been home
,ird."
"What a fortunate man your hus-
oand will ben' says Trevor. "You
ire the woman to make mans home
lappy, and fill his life with sunshine"
''But men love beauty" say, with
/ faint smile.
"Then men are FOOLS" exclaims
Trevor, forgetting that his remark is
scarcely complimentary, and he, at |
my rate. has not been proof against
he facination of pretty face. 81
nean," he adds. quickly, ''that a man
L l.