Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-01-21

could be seen in his face. You love
her truly, you say?"
II dol Upon my honorl" Ned re-
piled. "That, surely, is not strange.
Gould man, seeing her constantly, as
have done, not lose his heart to herr"
"You know, of course, that she was
left fortune ?" Jerome asked again in
the same quiet voice.
II have heard so. Perhaps it is the
only thing to be regretted, for love
her, and have abundance for both,"
Ned answered regretfully.
Her guardian stood up and his face
was very pale
"It is no longer to be regretted.
Marion has nothing. In the recent
failure she lost it all"
"Alll" the young fellow echoed, and
there was silence.
marion is very proud" jerome con-
tinued. "If she knew that she was not
absolutely independent of my bounty, I
believe she would not stay an hour
longer beneath this roof But, poor
child, she need never know, at least, I'M
til after she has been married" At+
The deep, expressive voice ceased
with regretful ring, and then he con-
cluded, more cheerily: 1875. tt8.
$50, and I wish you success in your
wooingp ls8 ..#fEt
Ned wrung his hand and left the
room, and in q very few moments Je-
ONE followed. V.
For while the fire glowed on noisily
in the CRATE, the wind howled, and the
quiet remained unbroken; then the
heavy velvet curtains were drawn back,
and Marion stepped out from behind.
Her face was pallid as ghosts, her
dark eyes were burning with fierce
pride, and very angry; her lips were
trembling with excitement and sup
pressed resentment.
A prettier picture of enraged pride
could not be found.
"Great heavenl" she cried, with a
passionate stamp. "What 6eceitl How
often have I hurled the fact in his face
that was glad-infnitely glad I owed
him nothing. He calmly heard me,
knowing that it was beggar's delusion
he was listening tot" She paused, and
her flashing eyes turned on the chair
he had lately occupied. "How he de-
tests me, too," she said with emphasis.
II have never tried to win his favor
we have never been friendly, and to
think that for weeks past, or perhaps
months, I have eaten his bread and
spent his money, thinking it entirely
my own. But it is overt shall not
stay. In the wide world there is surely
room for me to earn my bread!"
She drew back the curtain and
looked out. The stars were shining
frostily, but the wild March wind was
making havoc of every stray leaf and
fragment in its path.
The streets were deserted. It was an
unusually bitter night of that blusterous
month, a night when humanity keeps
its head, snail like, indoors, when the
crackle of bright fire is the sweetest
sound on earthl
Marion, with little SILVER turns away.
II must go!" she said; "not another
night will I stay here beggar on his
bounty. Old Mrs. Chaplin, though she
is poor, will keep me for my mothers
sake until I get something to do and
pay her back" She paused moment
by Jerome's arm chair, and leaned her
arm on the back of it. IL wish-I wish
he did not dislike me SO" she whispered,
and the tears tempered the luster of her
eyes. at was my abominable temper
at first, and now, he is tired of me,
would gladly marry me to the first cox
comb that asks"
This mood only lasted second, and
all the old ferceness returned.
"But what am I saying?" she said,
dashing away the tears and trying to
control her quivering lips. "Do I not
hate this man? This superior being
who treats me like willful child. Am
I not glad by accident I learned the
truth of my position? Certainly! An
I not delighted at the possibility of feel
ing independent, away from his benevo-
lent smile? am, and the time will
come when jerome Vann will wonder
that he ever laughed at me and my
vagaries."
All the warm Southern nature
aroused, she went to the desk and began
to write a note to this detested guar
dian.
"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 doubt be pleased to learn that I
have broken from your reins and fed.
Good night, and good by to you, sir.
MARION.
"P. S. I distinctly and emphatical
ly refuse to marry Mr.. Burlington"
An hour later she was on the street,
the wind blowing her cloak and twisting
her veil till it looked like 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 tears dropping thick
and fast on her cloak. Poor Marion!
The first touch of the world, in which
she stood alone, was cold and blustery.
The weeks passed by on leaden feet.
Advertisements and detectives were
both of no avail, and Jerome Vann's
face grew strangely old and sad, for
Marion's whereabouts still remained a
mystery.