The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-11-27
Wealth and titles are very


that is needed for our happiness.
Romance. The only lasting stable
happiness is wealth. It purchases
everything. Listen to me attentively,
Madeline !" he proceeded Either
you obey me and accept Sir Basil, or
this house becomes two households. It
will hold as both, but as strangers.
When we meet it will be without greet
ing. We shall live apart y
"Papa!"
"ThAt name you will never address
to ME again. Should you prefer to go
to Dcnzil Hartman, and ruin him by
sharing his miserable weekly salary,
you may do SO, but the only thing you
will take with you will be my curse.
When once you cross this threshold you
never recross it."
Papa, exclaimed Madeline, "have
l not already told you that will never
wed Denzil Hartman without your con-
sent?"
(Which You will never receive" put
in Nicholas Hayes, quickly. 81 give
you week to decide. If by that time
you agree to we'd Sir Basil, well and
good. If not, from that moment we
keep to our separate apartments, and
never meet except by accident.
''O4l, papa papa !" cried the girl.
greatly distressed. as quickly she crossed
over and knelt by his chair. "You
cannot mean this Who have we to
love but each other?" and she sought
to Irvine her arms around him. could
you thus drive me from you? No. no,
You could not r. ''|
The blme will be yours not mine
The first sacrifice ask. you refuse,
Madeline. have waited quietly six
months, now L wait no longer. Take
the week to decide -"
ga moment is sufficient, papa" she
interrupted, brushing away her tears. II
love Denzil Hartman, and will never
marry Sir Bazil!"
Then said Nicholas Hayes "let
our estrangement begin ut once Col"
pointing to the door IL desire to be
alone"
'Papa" she pleaded.
81 no longer recognize the title.
Leave me p
Madeline moved towards the door,
but with lingering step.
Nicholas Hayes had said rightly. He
had been an indulgent father, and she
loved him dearly but no, not even tor
him would she be false to Denzil.
Nevertheless, she would again have ex-
postulated, when the door opened, and
the footman brought in visitors card
"Mr. Clarkson !" read the merchant,
beneath his breath. "Who is he ?"
He was about to say he would come
to him, when glancing at his daughter,
he altered his mind, and exclaimed,
"Show him in!
Madeline took his meaning, and, with
broken heart, quilted the room In
the hall she encountered the visitor
She would have passed quickly, but
purposely he seemed to stand in her
way as he followed the footman. Re-
turning her slight inclination by low
bow, to her surprise, he swiftly, after
cautious glance round, dropped letter
ather feet, whispering, Clear nothing!"
He passed on, leaving her fixed with
surprise. And she was still more aston
ished when possessing herself of the
letter, she recognized the writing of
Denzil Hartman. Concealing it, she
fastened to her own room, there to
read and draw hope from it, undis-
turbed.
Meanwhile Mr. Clarkson had been
ushered into the merchants presence.
Rapidly he glanced at the handsome
room, then took the chair the servant
placed for him.
Nicholas Hayes sharply scrutinized
this unexpected and unknown guest.
"You desired to see me- Mr.-Mr."
referring to the card" Clarkson ?"
eyes, wished to see you," was the
quiet response.
Son business of course ?" said the
merchant I" 1t is not my custom to
transact business out of my office.
81 thought that my business might
be better transacted here. Look" with
toss of the hair off the forehead and
steady gaze-"do you not recognize
me, Nicholas Hayes ?"
The merchants light brows rose, then
abruptly he caught his breath, like one
unexpectedly plunged into ice col!
wafer. In second, hs answered, "No;
who are you?"
"Look again. Surely you remem-
ber?"
Nicholas Hsyes, starting, dropped
back in his chSir, faltering, Maurice
Northcott p