Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1885-03-25

| seCCd@OuseCtd, WHO IL enjoying ner-
self at the races in company with
those Objectionable Fieldwicks.
60 to the piano, but rise from the
music stool in a very few minutes, and
take up book, then, throwing it
down, begin to walk restlessly to and
fro, for can settle to nothing.
| Presently hear Trevor knocking at
the hall door. know his rat-tat-tat
so we'll, and an instant later he is in
the room asking eagerly for Susetta.
"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 a little disappointed,
but still speaking cheerfully. "But
where is Susetta?''
"She is spending the day with some
friends" l answered. with 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
races ?-she would not do that after
what I have said. But you don't
answer me. She has gone, them"
l am still silent, and Trevor begins
to pace up and down the room in a
state of the greatest agitation. He is
terribly put out, and makes no at
tempt 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
ming to wonder whether Susetta is
worthy OF all the love have lavished
upon her."
Nonsense, Trevor" l say quickly.
"You must not speak like that of my
sister. She is foolish, I know; but
there is not a better girl in the whole
world"
He gives me quick glance as finish
speaking, and signs impatiently.
II know one thing" he says, after a
pause; "she could not have a better
sister. Why is it you always take her
part, Addie? Have you no sympathy
for me?"
He puts his hand on my shoulder as
he speaks, never dreaming how that
light touch thrills me, and how hard it
is to steady my voice, as reply:
II sympathize with you both. All !
if you would only take Bear and for
bear for your motto!"
"Have 1 not borne enough al
ready?" demands Trevor, with an
other sigh. "Addie!" he cries, sudden
ly, and the blood rushes to his face,
"she has not gone with the Fieldwicks
She has, Then, by Heaven! I will
never forgive her."
"Hush, Trevor!" 1 say, soothingly
"You will be sorry for talking like this
when your anger is over After all,
she has not done anything desperately
wrong"
would you have done it, Addie?'
I hesitate for moment, scarcely
knowing what reply to make; but I
must say something in my sisters de-
Tense, and answer, gently:
"You forget how different we are,
Susetta and L. She is so fond of
pleasure, and I have ever been a home
bird"
"What fortunate man your hus-
band will be-" says Trevor. "You
are the woman to make mans home
happy, and fill his life with sunshine"
'But men love beauty" I say, with
a faint smile.
"Then men are FOOLS" exclaims
Trevor, forgetting that this remark is
scarcely complimentary, and he, at
any rate, has not been proof against
the fascination of a pretty face. II
mean," he adds, quickly, "that a man
who is wise will seek wife who is good,
as we'll as beautiful"
"The man who is wise will not marry
at ALL" I observe, laughingly. "He
that takes wife takes trouble and
care"
But Trevor is not in the humor to
laugh at anything. He hates the idea
of Susetta associating with the Field
wicks, and is deeply wounded that she
should have gone to the races, in def
ance of his wishes.
Trevor and l are in the garden when
the four-in-hand dashes up to the gate,
and I notice with horror that Mr..
Fieldwick shows evident signs of hav-
ing had too much champagne.
He wears false nose, and presents
a wholly conical appearance. At any
| other time should find it impossible
not to laugh, but now can feel nothing
but dismay.
Susetta is helped down by 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 little
| of their rich bloom, and half-fright-
| ened, half-defant 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.
"If had, should have stopped at
home," she answers, and then slip in
doors and leave them alone.
Presently Susetta joins me, but
without Trevor. They had quarreled,
it seemed, and parted in anger.
"Susetta," say, entreatingly, ''you
have not sent him away?"
"He has gone, my DEAR" she an
swers, and begins to sing, but l fancy
her voice trembles little.
"Oh, Susetta," I say, "pray, think
of what you are doing! He loves you
SOP
HE says he never wants to see my
face again." she answers, and then
continues her song.
It is growing dark, but fancy can
see a figure lingering near the gate.
Can it be Trevor?
*'Susetta," I say, do you know Ire
vor is going to leave England?"
1t is an awful fb, for he had never
said so; but it is what l imagine he
will do if his estrangement with Suset-
ia continues, and l cannot bear to see
these two people, who love each other,
spelling their lives from sheer obstina-
cy and ill-temper. l love them so
deadly that / would fain see them
happy.