The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1888-12-12

/ That is Why MArgie's eyes flashed al
( the coming Of this sirangsr-this nsurpeF,
as she thought him-and an exceeding
bitterness snFged up into her heart as she
/ heard his name.
II the young man read aught Of this
unkindiy feeling in her face, he made no
sign az he turned again to Mrs. Wynd-
/ banl and 4Iargie suffered a paag OF self
reproaeh as his next words reached her
ears. son and low-spoken they were, but
intensely earnest
/ Pardon me, my young kinswoman,'
ne said, for ailuding to business in the
same interview in which leone to tender
I MY sympathy for your irreplrable loss
Z but my hearl has burned within me since
! have learned Of the unjust will that
makes NE sole heir ofthe Byndhaia Is
tate. Ha.f Of the properly il justly mine
as Lionels mother and hiy father were
sister and brother, and SHOULD have shar-
/ ed equally at grandfathsr's death. and
mis- viii leaving all TO my aunt was on a
/ par with the one which deals SO unjustly
by you. But ali shall be righted As soon
as the necessary legal steps can be taken,
one-l half OF the money vail be placed in
your hands as sole exeeutnx for your
+ child
Cares eyes filed with sudden tears
/. The thought that LioneIs child could be
reared and educated as he would have
wished, was ike a great weight lifted
from her heart but Eords came slowly.
/ The handsome, sympathetic face was 50
like Lionel's own that her heart seemed
70 rise in her throat and choke her; but
Margie's clear voice came TO the rescue.
She said, raising her pretty head rather
proudly
Sir, your decision docs you honor,
and l thank you in my sisters name.
sail, if it we're not her right, she should
not touch the money. could have taken
care Of her. We are by no means penni-
less.
Clare laid her soft hand on Msrgie's
arm depreeatingly, as she turned to Mr..
Kincaid
Ny little sister has come into small
property lately, and she intended it 10 be
AS much az my service zs her own.
The young man bowed and glanced at
Margie A slight smile curved his lips,
as be noticed the Sudden crimson that
flushed her cheeks. and the naughty pose
of her graceful head as she turned away,
impatient ofthe momentary scrutiny.
a mixture Of frost and tire, thought
ne. Not loving, gentle little thing like
my cousins wife. Poor, poor Lionel To
die so young, and with everything tolive
/ for
But nothing of this feeling could be
read in his face as he coarteously took his
leave.
Aswas natural, Richmond Kincaid Of
ten found his way to Mrs. Windhan's
pleasant home after this interview and
being kinsman, was received on a foot
ing accorded to no other gentleman
guest.
Two years soon passed away Clare's
beautiful face lost its look Of haunting
sadness, and she entered again into the
society of the gay world Of fashion but
it was for the sake Of chsperoning her
young sister, who was considered enc of
its bright particular stars. Her girIish
promise had been more than fulfilled
Besides being exquisitely lovely, there
was a nait5fe aud sprightliness in her
manner which gave her charm Pecul-
larry her own She vas, however, an
enigma to Richmond Kincaid. Whilein
her liveliest moods his approach woald
freeze her into sudden haasasr. he tried
patiently to conquer what seemed to be
an Unreasonable aversion TO him, but in
vain, aud at last he ceased 10 make the
effort. Though seeing each other almost
daily, they met and parted with the most
formal greetings. Glare said to her one
morning;
why Is il, Margie, that YOU hate Rich
mond 50 intensely 1t really makes me
uncomfortable to see you together l
think he Is a noble hearted man, and de-
serving of better treatment at your
hands.
bTargis turned and looked at Clare
moment, strange expression cloading
her eyes. Then she said, coldly.
What is honey to ore Il often gail to
another. Sisters seldom see with the same
eyes
Yet, said Glare gently. you and I
think alike upon almost every other sub
jet. 1t Is very near my heart. dear Mar
gle, to have you whom love 50 dearly
show some kindness 70 one who has PROV
ed himself such true friend"
An odd little quiver came into Margie's
voice as she said
% viii try 10 treat him differently for
your sake, Clare
Thanks. That's my own darling sis
ter
And Clare put her arms about her and
kissed her tenderly. What would have
been her surprise could she have pene-
trated into Marg;e's room an hour later,
to have seen the girl who had ever SEEM /
ed 80 bright and happy, upon her knees, +
weeping her heart out in bitter tears.
But the door was locked and boIted
Margies secret was guarded against any
possible Intrusion, even from her dearly
loved Clare.
The next morning dswned bright and
clear The sisters were making their
plans for the day, when a sharp ring at /
the bell was followed by the entrance Of
Nora
Oh, NIissas7 she gasped, sthe fine
Young ginileman is killed intirely. His
man sas at the door and SAYS as how his
horse has played him a trick, and sint
him flying over his head, and how he's
sinseless the day
Clare rose from her chair, white to the
lips, when low cry rom Margie drew
her thoughts into rev direction.
She had also risen to her feet, but in
another moment had fallen limp and
lifeless to the floor
Clare few for water and dashed it into
her face. Then she knelt beside her AMI /
chafed hereold bands. calling frantically
~aIargie Margie Wake up