Daily Republican., 1885-05-22


decisively. But she soon found that no
rule she had ever made for herself in
all her imperious life was 30 hard to
follow.
| For days afterward she avoided him,
and spoke to him very coldly when she
was forced to speak at all. But his
manner toward her never changed save
that a certain proud, masterful look
had come into his blue eyes which all
Miss Kesterton's hauteur could neither
evade nor conquer.
| why do you consult me about such
matters ?" she inquired, with chilling
dignity, AZ he stopped her in the hall
one morning to ask some necessary
question relating to his duties. My
mother Is the one you should speak to
concerning my brothers studies, Mr..
Clements"
| He bowed an apology, and then re-
marked in exactly the tone he would
have used had he been her social equal
" You are offended with me, Miss Kes-
terton, because dared to pick up and
cherish rose which you had thrown
away the other day. Do you not think
you have punished my temerity suffi-
GENTLY ?''
am not sure that / WAS aware OF
! IT, she coldly returned, after Sc.
conds stare of naughty surprise. III
| ne coachinan or gardener should chance
10 pick up a flower l had dropped,
| would there be any reason whatever
TOR ny noticing the action o.
" Pardon me-" he returned, with
rising color, there is a difference.
"Oh, had not thought of H." she
answered coolly, gathering up her silk
en- skirts in one white hand TO ascend
the broad stairca II.
You have thought of IT., and cared
? for IL more than you are Wiling TO
admit, think, Miss Marion," was the
> daring retort.
] Sir!' she exclaimed, pausiug with
her foot upon the first step and giving
y y him look of blank amaznment. "you
y forget your place. | shall ask my
= mother to discharge you"
4 Do 3d." he returned, bowling slight
!. ly and turning away. 1t was not
my intention to remain much longer in
any event."
y Marion went on her way, trembling
j. with Indignation, but the discharge
with which she had threatened him
u never came. Indeed Mr.. Clements had
y not expected it, for day by day he had
!, been reading that proud girl'sheart bet.
= tor than she knew.
twas week before he saw her
< again. Late one evening she entered
the library and sank down upon the
u wide, leather covered lounge as If she
70 had come there to think or dream. But
hardly had she done 80 when, from the
I, deep shadows of curtain. Harry Gle
!. ments stepped forward and CONFRONTED
10 her.
VI You here"' she cried, starting "
angrily the instant she saw him
l
Va stayed ON purpose TOTO"
She was going TO say " to insult M
ie by your presence" But she could not
=, the W, rds stuck in her throat.
W eyes, stayed on purpose he fin
!, ished, after waiting in vain for her
H. II, do so, to see you, Marion. Pardo,
80 me, as she attempted one of her old
a. naughty gestures, "but this is no tim
y, for idle ceremony. l leave here IL
Ut morrow-leave here forever, Marion
OF and / simply wish to tell you that
10 love you. 1 know your pride, and
20 know also, for heard you spea
oo of it that morning to your mother, tina
ne you will in all probability MARI
ur Harold Ashley, the man whom you
~ uncle has chosen for you. Yet you
III not love him, and-yes, will say /
an Marion Kesterton, though you do loo
Il
an hottom of my soul, that Won love m
Iidon't ask you to Acknowledged t,so ye
can spare me your naughty reproache
~ only ask you TO bid me kindly goo
lio bye and God speed. for this il u
M last time you will ever see Harry CleI
io' ents.'
~ He waited few moments, hopir
OF for some answer. But none cam
Proud and white as a statue, Mario
len kester'on sat there, seeming to ha'
!, lost the power of speech.
nu Presently he turned away. His har
nc was on the door-a moment more al
,,'p he would be gone forever.
II "Once more" he said looking bac
me oh, how sadly -" goodbye. l a
y, going" :,
n' both hands, her beautiful face pc
IN feet study in its conflict between To-
Sn and pride.
"Come hack I" she cried out passio
-. lately. "Oh, Harry Clements,
OIL thought l would have died before
would allow this love to conquer me
An' But it has conquered at last. 1t W
orlv question of my horrible prid
nal tor have loved you from thevery fir
'rn Come back, will never marry Haro
Ashley"
,uu Yes, you will, my darling" sa
ne, he tutor, returning to her side,
my handsome face radiant with happinet
.no "If you become my wife you will mi
eu, ry Harry Clements Ashley. Can't y,
o, guess the little plot, Marion l wal
heu ed to win your love for myself befor'
lnu would consent to your uncle's tern
est, and never did heart resist me
Of ! stubbornly," he added smilingly, as
y r..sad HI. Z; rat kiss nnon her love
,wn H. 90 daanar.ta strnugle het wa
axe - n,;da hnt love cononered
it'll =, nsuaiix does in a fair battle betwe