The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-12-31
Married for Money.
By the DUCHESS.
CHAPTER IU.-CoNTINUKD.

word of love to mep Do you treat me
as he does?"
81 dare say not; but the reason for
my stupidity is obvious: never loved
II never thought of love in connec-
ton with any one but you. He, un-
derstand, has had considerable expert
ence."
"It is your part to malign him." she
says, with cold disdain,
q" There you mistake me again. 1
owe both him and you debt OF graft
tude, but no grudge. You are doing
me very good turn, which acknowl-
edge. BY your goodness I shall be
enabled to obtain divorce; and, as
the gods cannot al,odys prove unkind,
L dare say some time or other in the
future l shall induce some heart to
love me-"
She makes no answer to this. Some
thing in her face-a vague restlessness
and her determination not to sit
down, reduce speculation to certainty
with him in few minutes.
"You are going to meet him again
now? ?" he says, with calm question.
"Yes." defiantly.
alt would be necessary, of course, to
make arrangements. You have not
told me, think, when you intend
going?'
Tonight, if possible. There is an
0p-train at midnight"
AS she says this, still with touch Of
defiance about her, a sigh escapes her.
It does not escape him.
"But consider the cold. Why not
wait until the morning. and 60 up to
town comfortably? Take your own
ponies to the station, and your lug
gage, and that. To be without ones
luggage means misery. l would avoid
the orthodox secrecy, if I were you,
and the usual conventionalities. An
affair of this kind must necessarily be
vulgar; but, by stripping it of its worn
out trappinys, don't see why you
could not make something almost
attractive ont of it,"
alt is kind of you to interest your
self so much" she says sneeringly.
az have always felt an interest in
you." Then suddenly, You are look
ing pale and tired. Think of the jour
ney that lies before you; and let me
entreat you to take at least glass of
wine before you start"
"No, nor
."Why not?" He pours out a glass
rs he speaks, and brings it to her.
"There is no reason why you should
refuse TO take simple cordial from
the hands of the man you swore to
love and honor we will say nothing
Sf che "obey,' as it would have been
pleasure to turn the tables. and
obey your slightest whim. had things
been different. You are gong to be-
tray me tonight; but' Ut least let US
part friends"
There is n cynical smile on his lips;
but, her head being bent, she is ignor-
ant of it.
Where do you meet him?" he asks
presently.
AT the smaller gate. at the end Of
the garden"
lie has conveyance for you?"
He has carriage"
II he Is there now you should not
delay him. Remember what a severe
night it is. New Year's-eve, by the
bye. Well, I hope your next year,"
with courteous glance, will be hap
pier than your last"
"You are very kind" she says.
"And now. goodbye"
Mot yet. Not here. Let me &C.
company you as far a. the garden
gate"
You!"
ayes. Why not? I am one of the
advanced school of thought; one of
those liberal beings who look with
leniency upon anything. Why should
any human thing be unhappy, if it can
accomplish an escape from its misery?
1t is misery to you to be NTH me or
eoithout Mervyn-I really don't know
which. You cry to yourself, 90, that
] had wings like dove, for then would
1 flee away and be at restv Nature
not having endowed you with these
useful appendages, you wisely make
another way for yourself to escape"
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