Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1886-12-24

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be that inner one, whose wall. and the
little door in it, l had noticed from out
side. I had = great curiosity to see
this garden. 1t might be that-on of
The upper windows, looking upon it,
might show me the face Of which I had
80 often thought. = ~. ( ga.
At last PloWitz threw down his pen
and began putting his papers away in
: despatch box. As he did SO he
talked. - .. r.. ~
''Mr. Coplestone, do you know that
you are very favored mani"
II don't see ,''I answered. bluntly.
''You do not see itP That is pity"
he said most alphabetically. "You
pardon me, are never too
quick to see some things. Have You
ever asked yourself what You are here
forp'' ~zs
Il have no need to ask myself while
do my duty, and I certainly have no
need to answer anybody else.''
I could not imagine what he was
aiming. at, but he evidently did not
mean to be offensive. Ink .*1
':Pardon," he said, .'you think I take
a liberty. No, my friend-no. Iwould
do you q service-you and another
You were engaged to teach our poor
dear Miss Fortescue music. Now, is It
usual to engage a gentleman in such Z
way solely to teach q young lady
music?'' ..
.You do not know, perhaps I said,
SHAT Mr. Beaufoy is interested in the
uolforo If tho hind ~ 80
''Do you know who is the master of
this housep" he asked. 1T is not Mr..
Beaufoy; it is his beautiful daughter.
Why did she engage youP TO please
her cousinP Bah! To please your
Well-to please herself?'
.'Dr. Plowitz," began, in extreme
indignation at his impertinence, rising
from the armchair, Il cannot allow this
sort of conversation moment longer.
To me it is an unwarrantable familiar
ity; to Miss Beaufoy-'
''Mr. Coplestone," he interrupted,
LAYING his hands lightly on my shout
ders q moment, Il am not surprised
that you think me impertinent. You
are wrong, though. am an old friend
of the family. I speak for their good,
and would do you q good Office, too:
You have heard me. l know what l
am saying. I see for you, as You can
not see for yourself. What I have said
is buried between Us. Act as you think
fit.'' He went to the door. ''Come, l
must 20 out little" He led me out.
and turned up the staircase. "Ah, l
have left the door open." he cried.
Shut it, Coplestone, like good fel-
lowp' IF
. I turned back. He ran upstairs.
Quickly slammed the door from the
inside, and while the sound still rang
in the hall, opened it, slipped out, and
put il quietly ajar. I then went into
the library. In 8 minute heard q step
coming downstairs. and Plowitz called
out: -
If they return, kindly say I will
soon be back"
He went out by the hall-door, and I
sauntered to the window. There, just
turning round into the avenue, [ caught
sight Of figure, an old man with long
grey hair and grey beard, hurrying Oft
with the buoyant step of the youthful
and vivacious Plowitz. = T. =
had no time then to lose in specula-
ton. I fastened back through the
partition door. which carefully closed
behind me, and in a minute was out in
the garden through, the study window.
Tt was small obloDg plot OF grass,
with vines and creepers,, and fruit trees
trained along the walls. and herbs and
old fashioned garden flowers in the
narrow beds beneath. I gazed anx.
iously at the back of the house, at the
upper windows My heart gave a
great bound Of joy, as T saw sure
enough at an open window the face OF
Mary Fortescue. It was but for an in
slant, and I stood amazed, 'devising
some means :: for opening com.
munication with her. - But az
debated the advisabilitv OF con"
Tossing that had seen her, a narrow
glass door opened, and she appeared.
With low cry of Joy she hurried to-
ward me, holding out both her hands.
"Mr. Coplestone,. Mr.. Coplest0De.
how did you come heree' she cried.
I I kept my presence of mind and
sought her hands. ~ "'- =
s'Mjss Fortescue-Ma1y. You have
been i'll. Are you getting wellp'
Il am BETTER" she said, in choked
voice. Z ,<s.7z .s'&..@ &
Have you really been illi' Ihave
been so anxious. What has been the
| matter?'' -. ''.s..:. g, IS .a 2
Il have been so lonely, 30 wretch
ed,' she sobbed; my only safety u IN
being i'll. To be dead would be bet
ter =. =. - :. .r;tr. &
what is it," I asked, deeply moved.
Il cannot tell you,' she said, sob
bing without restraint .. Her poor tears
! fell on my hands as she held them.
eyes, tell me, y / said, gravely. =
'.Ihey want me to marry DR.. Plo'
| witz,' she sobbed out with shudder.
laughed ssyssgy III sg.s.5z ~
..That is to be as you wish. .
"Oh, I cannot help myself There
is no one to help me. !"
Indeed there is,'' said l. Hsr pitt.
full tear-stainsd- eyes, whose beam.
was in no way diminished by The BIZ
tears in them, went straight TO my
heart, and II I had not been restrained
BY the reserve Of love, I should have
clasped her to my heart in pure pity.
s.Indeed there is. She looked with {
shy hope, almost o smile, as spok<
thus. Ny self-restraint took grea.
slide. Dear Miss Fortescue, ! VII
help you. = sss:5 81.
t. Is startled look shot over her face
but. gladness was dawning strongly.
IT clasped her hands more firmly, and
looked into the depths Of her soul.
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