Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1886-02-20

Sic never shook hands with mei sne
sobbed. s.He never told me he was glad
to see mel And he has grown so hand
sOmei He is like a Princel Oh, me
oh,mel wish I was deadF'
Hrs. Benner, was exultant now. Tom /
Byington had come back to her, as 1t 4
were, from the dead Tom BymgtOn 4
was rick and successful. There was no I
more poverty, no more trial, for her now /
Ton had turned out all that she could
possibly desire, and had brought all his
wealth to shower at her feet.
aPoOr, dear Tomr' said she. '.But 1t
don't seem possible that this Is he, does
it, HOrtenFe? He was such a wild, reck-
less fellow; and now ne is so staid, and
quiet, and gravel 1 used to be scoIdlng
him every minute, and now, if youth be
leve me- I'm bit afraid of him at tines.
What are you doing, HOrtense? Why
don't you listen to what am say
ing?"
II am writing an advertisement for the
paper, said Hortense, family.
'GoOd gracious me! what fOr?'
'.TO try and obtain some sort Of a PO-
sition."
s.But. Hortense, that isn't necessary
now" argued her steP-mOther. tom
viii provide for you. He said so himself,
didn't hep
Hortense colored a fiery red.
y don't want him to provide for me!
I viii be dependent on no mans charity,
least of all TOm's!'
''Weu, I declarer' said Mrs. Benner.
And she carried the tidings to Tom him
self. who looked grave
IT seer' said he ''She hates me as
badly as ever. Well, L was a dreadful
pickle in the old days, but was hoping
She had forgotten all that"
''Tve no patience with her" said Mrs.
Benner, excitedly tanning herself ''IO
quarrel with her own bread and butter in
this sort of way
1--WE must he gentle with her, mother
said Tom. "She is young, you know,
and sensitive
''Fiddlesticlsr' said the stepmOther.
'sBut it is scarcely generous Of her.
thought Tom, ''tO prOlOng the old feud
of our childhood into these days"
SIT is cruel of him to hate and despise
me STILL" pOndered Hortense, "and I
won't stay here, to be looked down upon
and scOrnedF'
Both Of those silly young people made
up their minds at one and the same
time.
HOrtense packed her little trunk, cry
ing great salt drops into it; Tom flung a
few necessaries into his valise, and then
came down stairs, two steps at a time.
'.HOrtense," said he, '.Wiu you spare
me few minutes %
"Just exactly" thought Hortense,
''like the caiph Of some eastern country
ordering his slaves around"
But she said:
sob, certainly-Of courseF'
81 have been here six weeks now," said
Tom, with courteous frigidity. CAL my
mothers financial affairs are In perfect
order. I have placed to her account in
the bank a sufficient sum to provide for
all her wants and-yOurs.
Il won't touch cent of it." flashed
ont Hortense.
But Tom only frowned, and went on
in the same slow, calm way:
aud now I have one last favor to ask
of you 1t is that you VIII break, as
gently as possible, to my mother, the
tidings that 1 am gone. I sail to-day"
HOrtense grew deadly pale.
''Sail - she gasped. 'Sal where?'
''Back to Nassau. Don't look so start
led, HOrtense hoped, when I returned
to remain here permanently; but know
now that things are as bad as ever. You
and cannot live under the same roof
My mother viii, perhaps, miss me a lit
tie at first, but"
''Oh, stop, stOPF' breathlessly cried
Hortense. Gam I to turn you this sec
Ond time out of your own hOme?''
HHOme matters but little to me. one
way or the other said Tom ByingtOn,
sadly. "T'm used TO a Robinson CrusOe
kind of life. Perhaps it is better that
should return to it.
Don't go back to Nassau, Tom,'' fall
tered HOrtense.
He set his handsome, well-cut lips
firmly together and slightly shrugged
his shoulders.
1T is too late now" said he, my mind
is made up"
please stay, TOmr' sobbed HOrtense
For your mothers sake
SIT viii be better for me to go back, :"
said Tom, with well feigned Indifference
But as HOrtense lifted her trimming
eyes to his, in a sort of pathetic pleading,
there was something IN the expression Of
his face that sent a vague thought
through her. 1t was a last hope; but
yet-yet surely it was worth trying.
Tom" she whispered, hanging down
her head, ''stay for my saker'
His eyes lighted up; he made a step
forward.
"Hortense, do you want me to remain
here?'' he cried.
yes, Tom" she murmured, almost in
audibly.
He flung his hat across the room, he
kicked his vaIise down stairs and clasped
HOrtense in his arms.
''Then," he said, III stay
Mrs Benner could not be made to
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