Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1888-01-07

when there was none To be seen any
where, and stcadfastly adhcring 10 the be-
lief that "all things come to him who
knows how to wait" lie Is waiting still,
though small chance Of a reward seems
to be his.
"Thcrc," she says, rallying with nm
effort, and compelling herself TO meet his
gaze, ''you are pardoned, II pardon is
what you want"
al want more than that" says Mr..
Massareene, who, having gained what
he had not dared to hope for half an hour
ago, now desires more. 81 WANT
"Of that another day." interrupts she
playfully. "when will you learn to be
wise, Geralds"
"whcn I marry you, my sweet Min
erva."
"That will be never, then, I greatly
doubt me-"
"Still, there is doubt, you sec."
"To talk like this to me Is waste Of
time"
"To talk to you could never be waste
OF time"
"Not IL you talk scnsibly."
"And sure what can be more sensible
than TO tell you that love your" says
the Irishman; ''unlcss It would bc your
saying that you will take mo for your
husbands'
"That would mean throwing up friends
and fortune"
"Just sol Then do IT," says he.
What Is 10 be done with n man like
this? Milliccnt sighs. He Is nearer VIC
tory at this moment than he knows him
self TO be. Miss Grey, glancing involun-
tarily at Grant. and then back again at
him, mentally comes to the conclusion
that any hope Of happiness for her lies In
an immediate surrender of all ties that
bind her to the former. But auntie, and
Uncle Timothy. and tho world in gem
eral! q
"Dear Geraldi I wish you would not
speak TO mo like this" she says softly.
"You must know how useless II is" o
al never knew had nice name until
heard you say It," says the irrcpressible
Gerald, taking no notice Of the substance
Of her speech. "lt sounds like music.
I'm awfully glad my mother christened
me Gerald"
"why' Do you think could not pro-
nounce any other namc musica.ly'" asks
she, laughing in spite of herself.
"That's right. like to hear you laugh"
says he. "Thcy say in my country that
when woman smiles the battle Is won.
And sometimes think"-
az will not listen TO you," declares
Miss Grey, beating her foot impaticntly
upon the carpet. at is not kind-it is
not right. You forget ! am engaged to
Capt. Boyle"
''Bah! He doesn't count at ALL" says
Massareene "You can't marry such
fellow as that"
"what have you to say against him.
asks she eagerly. Oh! IL only some In
surmountablc obstacle could be shown.
"why, nothing!" says Massarecuc.
"Only he is such a"-hc checks himself
just In timc-'such an uncomfortable
sort Of fellow" no concludes rather
lamely.
"Tell me-" says Miss Grey, in very
low tone, "you are member OF his club,
And I-have heard-that is, they say
he--gambles good deal. Is this truc?'
Mr.. Massareene grows crimson.
"Oh. by Jove, you know! You can't
expect me 10 answer questions about
another man, and that man my rival"
he says. 'I-I didn't expect you would
do that, you know"
"You won't tell me, them" says she.
az know nothing OF hi3 gambling.
know nothing at all to his discrcdit, " says
Massarcene, slowly, his eyes on the
ground.
"Thcn you would let me marry him
10 be made miserable-rather than sacri-
fee q certain sense OF honor;" asks she
sorrowfully.
"You shouldn't tempt me like this."
exclaims he, with sudden touch Of pas
sion. "The very knowledge that he Is
your accepted lover--at least, your future
husband"-he makes his correction be-
cause Of little deprccatory gesture on
her part-"and that I-cven apart from
that facilitate him, compels me 10 81
lence. And-and even suppose he does
gamble bit heavily now and then, why
-hc may give that up when-whcn he is
married." says Massareenc, stumbling
over the hateful sentence, and trying to
be as just TO his rival rs nature will
permit him.
AZ see," says Millicent. She is silent
for quite two minutcs-a long time when
ono Is waiting anxiousiy for the next
word. al have heard" she says, now
very seriously, "that he plays for such
high stakes that he is often at his wits
end TO know how to meet his debts Of
Hearing this has led
me 10 the belief that he Is marrying me
u
on his play than from any higher mo-
tive"
"Thcre you wrong him." says Massa-
rccne eagerly. "Hc Is no defaulter,
whatever else he may be. lie lost
tremendous sum TO Black, Of the Blues,
about two months ago; but he paid up
far sooner than Black ever expected.
And he has given an O L 10 Burnaby
to nay him next month, and lIe
stops short. Lots of fellows play pretty
high before they settle down" he says,
a great generosity compelling him To say
an cxculpatory word for The man who IL,
perhaps, the only living thing he tlctcsts.
~ quite understand returns Milli-
sent slowly. at is very good Of you; but
only what | expected. There is, how
ever, one thing that puzzles me-where
my cousin got the money To pay that tire
mendous sum 10 Col. Black"
"You probably know more Of his pri
vate concerns than | do" says Massarccne
carclcssly. "lIc always appears To me to
have plenty of money. Enough of him,
however. There Is something thu; con-
Germs me that would tell yOn. Iou
know my uncle Lord Ballymorc' Well.
last night he said lie would nllow 'ac
$500 year In addition 10 my present
income, which is Ave, you know, if--if
yon would have me. lie admircs ynu
very much"
And hates Grant, goOd deal more!
| know all about that old story. and 10
not blame Lord Bnllymorc Tor his dislike
OF my excellent cousin"
"You don't think you cOu! ! 10 Il IN
the eight hundred" asks the young inan
wistfuily.
Miss Grcy's ears are well trained, and
now she hears step approaching
so softly!
zone never thinks nowadays-thcrc Is
no timc," she says, In n clear, distinct
tone. "rca, Grant; Thnnks No;
nothing else, thank YOU; unless, indeed,
IL he one of those little waters that auntie
seems SO mcnrly determined To keep all
to herself"
Grant, hastcns To obey her command.
"A last word" says Massarccuc quick
Is. "DO you know Miss Durant"
"Mr Duran's hunti Yes"
"Well, aud So do I. She receives
every Wednesday. lift Icould bc only
sur,. that she would receive Won next