The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-12-17

GLOW dare Yo'L incense me as You
Go? Is the child to concede all to the
parent, and the parent nothing to the
child? You gave me my nature, and
now you taunt me with it. What does
st. Paul sayP Fathers, provoke not
your children to wrath"
Don't quote st. Paul to me-" says
Sir Wilding. That he is somewhat
ignorant of the New Testament may
be inferred from the fact that he does
not at this moment quote back
crushing text to her.
"Ah, you don't like home truths"
retorts she triumphantly.
II don't like ill-breeding in anv
shape or form. When you lose your
temper, yon lose your dignity; and yol
also lose sight of the fact that distaSte-
full repartee always borders Oh Wi. "
ity. Let us talk sense"
with all my heart" saws Miss
Brand. "But if, by the sense. am 20
understand you mean talking me into
accepting Mr.. Darlington. tell you
honestly it will be time thrown away"
What is your objection to him."
"Of course, the great objection is
that l really don't care whether he be
dead or alive. One should care a little,
l think, about the man one marrins,
but it would be impossible to care for
him; and he is so ugly"
"Pshaw! mere girls fad. Six
months after matrimony beauty and
ugliness are of equal value"
IL date say. But at least for the six
months. l suppose, the beauty counts
for something"
"You are thinking of 1Iervyny" ex.
claims he angrily.
lone must think of something"
"Then think of Darlington"
No, thank you. He doesn't suit me
in the least"
You are foolv' says Sir Wilding
savagely.
"And your daughter" retorts she,
with an irritating laugh. AZ dare say
thar sort Of in'irmity runs in the blood.
TAerr--don't lose your temper; ramem-
Der your dignity and your lecture of a
hlnmrIt since"
Here it occurs to Sir Wilding that
his daughter nay be more than a
m 'tr'i or him. lie refrains tn 'refore
from indignant rejoinder, and turning,
takes up the poker and molests the
Goals with vengeance. The flames,
dartINr up, illumine both faces. so
str""rcly like, vet so strangely unlike.
81 here is something must TIL you.
Florence says her father at length
husiiv.
lie still holds the poker in his hand
in an unconscious fashion, and keeps
his face turned well away from her.
II he IS afraid of anything on earth it
is the cold contemptuous eyes of his
only child.
"Wyll? says Miss Brand indif-
fercn'ly.
Il don't know if what I am going to
say will have the least weight with
you. You have always been so I'M
dutIfnl in your coniuct towards me-"
says Sir Wildinc fretful!y, with all the
air of man who is about to relate a
grievance rather than a backslidinr.
that dare say you will treat my com
munication with diSreSpect; but as it
concerns you as well as me, and as
George Barrington's proposed has
brought matters to climax, feel it
had better be told"
what is it?" says Florence. feeling
something akin to fear at her heart
She drops into chair near her. ami,
resting her elbow on the table. regards
her father with keen but troubled eyes.
ut all lies in nutshell" saws he,
tid~eting nervouSly. during the past
two years have borrowed money from
old Barrington-the father-that l
never can repay"
Beyond the fact that her ewes have
grown even harder, Miss Brand betrays
no sign of having heard him.
There is but one way of saving nv
honor" says Sir Wilding. shifting UNI
easily from one foot to the other. "I
have no money to meet his demands.
as you probably know. Even if | sac
ri!iced the furniture. it would not
bring in a fourth of the sum. There