The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-04-24

wise will seek wife WHO'S good, as well
as beautiful"
"The man who is wise will not marry
at ALL" / observe, laughingly. SEE
that takes o wife takes trouble and
care"
Blu. Trevor is not in the humor to
laugh at anything. He hates the idea OF
Susetta associating with the Fieldwicks,
and is deeply wounded that she should
have gone to the races, In defiance of his
wishes.
Trevor and I are in the garden when
the four-in-hand dashes up to the gate,
and I notice with horror that Mr.. Field.
wick shows evident signs of having had
too much champagne.
He wears a false nose, and presents a
wholly comical appearance. Atany 9th.
er time / should find it impossible not
to laugh, but now I a feel nothing but
| dismay.
Susetta is helped down by a young
man with light hair, and stands at the
gate as the coach bowls along the road.
She has not seen Trevor yet. When
she does, her cheeks lose a little of their
rich bloom, and q half-frightened, half.
defiant look comes into her eyes.
"You here, Trevor" she says, hold
ing out her hand.
"You did not expect to see me-" he
observes, coldly.
eff had, / should have stopped at
home" she answers, and then / slip In
doors and leave them alone.
Presently Susetta joins me, but with
out Trevor. They had quarrelcd, it
seemed, and parted in anger.
"Susetta," I say, INTERESTINGLY, "you
have not sent him awayP"
HE has gone, my dear, she answers,
and begins to sing, but Lfancy her voice
trembles a little.
"Oh, Susetta," I say, "pray, think of
what you are doingl He loves you SOP
"He says he never wants to see my
face again." she answers. and then con-
tinues her song.
It is growing dark, but I fancyI can
see a figure lingering near the gate.
Can it be Trevor?
"Susetta," / say, "do you know Ire
vor is gong to leave England"
1t is an awful ib, for he had never
said so; but it is what / imagine he will
do if his enlargement with Susetta
continues, and ] cannot bear to see
these two people, who love each other,
spelling their lives from sheer obstinacy
and IH-temper. I love them so dearly
that / would fain see them happy.
"Going to leave England because I
went to the races, Isuppose you mean"
says Susetta- "Well, let him go--I
don't care"
eff You don't care, why are you cry
Ing?" Task, hoping she is crying; for I
am not sure Of it, and the assertion is
only q bold venture on my part.
Il am not crying" returns my sister,
in a choking voice. eff Trevor loves
me so little that he can leave me forey-
er because / committed an act of folly,
he isn't worth crying about. Perhaps
il he had known how my conscience had
pricked me all day, and how I had re-
solved ave to go out with those hor-
rid people again, he wouldn't have been
so hard on me-"
cit is too late now,"I say, watching
Trevor's shadow. "After all, dear, he
was too exacting, you'll find some one
more kind and considerable, and learn
to forget him.
Never" replies my sister, indignant
ly. "If you had aver been in love. You
would know that such a thing is impos-
sible. You have no feeling, Adeline."
"Darlingl" this expression does not
come from me, but from Trevor, who,
leaping through the window, clasps
Susetta in his arms. I am about to re-
tire from the room, when Trevor, still
holding my sister in his embrace, takes
my hand and Lifts it to his lips.
"Addie," he says, "I shall never for
get the service you have done me-"
"Was it o plot between your" asks
Susetta, struggling to free herself.
Trevor stoutly denies this, and so do
J., and Susetta appears satisfied. But
in her own mind / fancy she still has
her doubts. / know one thing, she is
always very grateful to me for what I
did that night. If she new all, per-
haps she would be more grateful still.
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