Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-09-26


Iet him 20 il could give a dinner without
him. rnuruured the POOR woman. locking
really ~orrissi-
Claris,a was very gentle: she showed me
the GROUNDS and talked a great deal Of Sir
Bowie Roche. Once or twice she eallsd him
Edvari Then she co,ered and was quiet.
She seiiom spoke Of him except when we
were alone. / asked il be were related 70
the famous Sir Bowie. She laughed and said
NJ This was to tss his Arsk visit TO Went
worth Nanor-culled 50 after Lord Went
vcxth. Baron Atkinson, ons, Of their recently
discovered ancestors At the family / liked
her more and more; he seemed happy, yet
worried ,ouetimss.
oh. dear. she aid one evening a. she
nj Ia a low chair. her xlixht figure sur
rounded by pu3, Of fulle snd satin; how l
hat, an mis- The Atkinsous were having a
big dinner as Atkinson pere called it.
Allow hate the fuss and the etiquette and
the pretension of il all. Why should we live
,u.h q sham lifef Oh, / Ike good manners
sna nice things. bot NOT this strain Of pre-
tending what we are not Look at Jennie,
with her English slang and her deterrnina-
ion To marry a title. Oh. know you'll say
-Ik~ow your compliments by heart, Mr..
FYtnatrick-that nothing is too good for an
American girl: but some things are too bad,
md one OF them is to marry a title because
me /, rich
And the baronetf" said, with bow.
-Ohr A mischievous light came into her
cyes and she paused. then she laughed
IN be honest with you He's not bar
onst He, plain Edward Boyle, dry goods,
Syracuse, n. Y. Papa nows it, but be was
afraid 10 invite anybody here but you with
out a title. When we're married wen break
the truth to her gently. OF course. mamma
won't let papa give US much; well not be
rich. but we'll be honest and ourselves"
aSir Bowie Rochef7 cried the footman-
tall. slight, red mustached young man
in an evening suit entered. i glanced at his
face and met his eye. 1t was a shrewd but
pleasant face. with bright, good humored
ewes and a broad forehead. He looked like
souenoiy. Who could it bel At least he
mad nice look, and l mentally congratu-
lated Clarissa in spite Of her deceit
The dinner was magnificent. took Jennie
in, Sir Boyle leading with Mrs Atkinson; q
rather rickety count from Some South Ameri
can legation took Clarissa; grew weary OF
Jennies English accent, until Ludovic
tered with the wine cooler. He smiled In his
usual naughty way W hen his eye Tell on
Sir Royl4 his face changed.
.Ntot;er of Moses,- he WHISPERED. drop
a,,,s he hro,,oht l., x;,h
ping Tue appa'"'" "' eN' 40 A
crash
Sir Boyle looked up from his plate:
larry, as l live" he exclaimed. And
when did Won come overfr He forgot Ell
,u.,,o inmn,d nm and seized Ludoyics hand
- 49,. - t;liaI with tear,
90 pIs;a no toncbs,, ~ h,tl. I
"oeh, Eide ma oouenai' us h.''e :
thought to md you again sure "heh !
went away from the old cabin you were bit
of a boy. And so the mothers dead. heard
that thouqh lost track of you all entirely.
III ,r,, daar ,;ttIa brotber Eddie's come hack
eni ''' 60, ~, oil, ,,,s ~ ,,., M,
10 iie-'s'aiiA w, o'''' '''o Va '''e ''o'A
have IN the world!
1t was au odd scene. Sir Boyle, In his
evening suit, with ,Iacqueminot rose i'll his
huttonbole. embracing the man in livery;
f,lo,.;esa male and trembling: Jennie amazed.
- ~ a,l;nson Staul;ng in tho atti;uds
anu ~ ...e -
OF Mecca aoou. u inuiuer ne, onii,ieh'
Nobody spoke Mr.. Atkinson gulped down
glass of champagne
Sir BOYLE" his eyes moist, turned to Mr..
Atkinson