Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1886-11-25


TAey were anple Words. eu2 Be
Interpreted them ariEht Ths old
wound would not eeass its bleeding.
1he waafad % % amid naw Bcenss.
- Ae enlF klaaed hex and bads her %
remembeF thai the old fisher await
ed her return.
Yea haze 20, beea through ths
steel works. RnEne enc asid % her
one day. Il Is really : most interest
ing sight win you join . party Il
We make up enc 20 visit thems Mss
W iilDughbyy"
@Wth pleasure. she answered
lightly.
And her aunt. charmed with the
success Of her beaatiful niece. smiled
81 Clay ClsytOu's numerous devices
70 insnaIe Marion's society.
He was the great part Of the place
she had heard Of sons early disap-
poinlmsBt In Mario0's life. Il would
be 9 splendid triumph thus b %,
literate il
The morning appointed for the ex-
petition daWned beautiful and bright
They seemed, indeed, like droRes in
truding upon some busy hive OF
workers as they entered the great
building and looked about them
Department afler department they
visited, watching with interest the
delicase machinery and is Wondeyful
working.
Marion's cheeks flushed with In
terest, and Clay Clayton. noting,
thought he had never seen her look
so beautiful
Today he determined he must
speak, when suddenly be heard acry,
and glancing up saw her standing
quite apart from the group, her eyes
Ablaze, her lips quivering.
At littlA distance from her, ad-
ljusting some piece Of machinery,
was Q man In Q working blouse. Her
leFy also attracted him and he looked
Iup.
/ Their eyes met His face grew
deathly pale, but gave no other sign
of recognition. She Went straight
toward him, obliviOus Of ell, with
hand Outstetched.
Chester" she said in Q voice
scarce louder than q whisper; IA
lastl"
i, He bowed low in response and
took no notice Of her hand, but the
old dauntIess pride was IN the up
lifted head and fearless glance.
ibid you know that / was hereY
she questioned.
'No," be replied. II am no long
eF in your world"
you will come 10 see mefn
81 cannot.
Here his voice broke q little.
n Mr.. Clayton" she SAID, ''let ms
present my friend, Mr.. Thornley,
; Spite of the innate breeding of ths
man, soma Of the instructive suFpFiss
; at hearing Q steel worker addressed
6 by Miss Willoughby Is ATTEND made
] itself apparent In the manner he ye
J strOye to conceal.
: Then the party passed on. n.
| wondered, however, why Marion
Fingered O moment In the olEice 20 ad
; dress the superintendent some ques
. tons IS they came out into the opel
air. BE had meant, too, 70 ask be-
; on the way home the question which
all the day, aud for many days, hat
? been trembling on his lips, but Their
4 was q new expression in her eyes anC
' mouth which instantly told him thi
! was not the time 10 plead his cause
t" Had that fellow inside, who boweC
; so like g gentlemen, been otherwise
D than q workman, he might have sus
Q pected him Is In some way response
s BILE. Il was quite singular enough q
It was that Miss Willoughby should
> have addressed him as q friend
Doubtless some man who had seer
0 better days, and for whom she felt /
0 womanly pity.
O. "Can / see Mr.. Thornley,"
ri The mistress Of the humble littls
D cottage In one Of the suburbs Of the
e large city looked up amazed ct ths
: beautiful young lady who asked ths
quesiion.
Indeed, I suppose you may. He's
: gone up TO his room, where be spends
} all his evenings, and not . bite Of
supper tonight has be touched.
{ Shall | call him down."
No; let me go 70 him"
'1t's the first room to the right OF
5 the stairs, miss. He is the only lod.
ger ! have, and you are his first visi.
, tor"
But the girl needed not the words.
A strange vision she surely was a
, she stood an instant outsipe his door,
clad Ia costly velvet and rich furs.
J Then she softly turned the handle
and entered.
/ He did not heaE her. He had
! thrown himself upon bis sofa and
! buried his head In its cushions. BE
I was 50 still, 50 motionlos, that abe
/ thought he must be sleeping.
She swiftly crossed the room, and,
: laying her hand on his shoulder. call
J ed his name.
: MY GOdin be cried, and would
have sprang 70 his feet, but she held
him back, falling on her knees be
side him.
Il. .'Chester she pleaded, you would
, not come 10 me. My pride is less
! than yours. my love greater. have
: come 10 you. Did you think my
heart uttered the unworthy words
for which you have punished me all
these yearsi Ihave tried to find you
! 80 long--so long and 50 hoPelessly. I"
And abe bowed her beautiful head
! and sobbed outright
Hush, dear, hnshi You should
not have come here, Marion. Il
, might compromise you"
"Compromise me with my future
husbandf See, Chester," and she
held mp the hand on which cleaned
the ring. Il have never accented my
freedom"
my own brave girl, be said, his
, voice sOftening even while he giFded
himself up for the Strength Of which
he stood In such need. ''But the
heaven you open Tor ne cannot be
am foreman in the works where
you saw me today, Marion. Ny
knowledge aud love Of machinery
stood me In good stead. l heard Of
this opening and secured L. Today
J i was adjusting some difficult piece
az work I dared not frTlaf "A a.