New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-11-17

| despicable thing on earth than man who mar
| ries woman for her money. Yet, what was Il =
| do? Was the old name to be forever loweIeu
"A title-and 500 pounds year-how do tney ~ y
| together? Money | felt that must nave, dn''
| when it came my way took It, 10 you YOU, ,'' An,
don't care-nowp But the thing is doh Io, .Ah h,
| my unce-that old mamie is perfect deHii d"
| will do nothing for me. am tied-am poI it hor
"Yes' says she simply She has taug 1H ne, ner
self indeed to regard it in this hga'' vi SeeI
old fnmily herself the demands OF race ,t se' y
| natural TO her. To give up all for the s nt =
| the old name-that has reason IN III ~, seem,
| should be they two who must give up 'i"' '''''
n" HWbv don't Won speakP' says he, harshiy
"You despise me- you think, ,.,,d ~ Won
al think nothing but what is klna f Si sV f'l
says she, her voice trembling d n not despse you
WHY should L: l think you are doing I'D rdo,
when an old title comes it should DC ga d.
as a sacred charge ana yo Won will be able, in
| spite of your uncle. to keep up the oiu NAM =
oh damn the old namel' interrupts ne, pas pas
sionate y-with deep nd gI csrtany it seems as
tbo1pb the word had been forced from nh aS"SS
his win hut Dorothy, hearing TINS tetrlpie spon
grows dumb. To SO denounGe tbnrdeps H "'
She pauses, gazing at him, as II thunueTS," Xyb,
onS beg YOUR pardon says he. moodlly why
hoe She taken it all so much for granted Is
there no loophoe of escape II sie n" 20 readv
| m acknowledge the claims OF the ora halne
| "Do you never think, Dorothy, says me- sio"N
| - of how il might have been n-ll--
With a little swift, imperative gesture she puts
nm her hand and checks him. Her very lips are
white: her large eyes grow suddenly larger Si as
crnei smarting tears fill them. Even as Brooke
eazes at her, two bright drops GDeEow her i''
and run quickly down her pale cheeks. -. T..
- DorofbylD saws he making a movement 10
ward her. , ,-. s,o bravelv.
repulsng him with eager hands. You arc 40
ing what is best for you, indeed and-ailerwanIdi
you will be glad that Yes nefVouSAS' "n'
besides" ,....,u "Whv
sbouId Won trouble yourself to try and rec0ncie
me to my fate? daresay there are worse LILIES %
that mil ht befall man than having 10 accep0
4 wish SAYS she, in heartbroken voice,
I" that you would try to be little happy "0oD'
IT, Is there ANYTHING else you wishP" says he,
nnsbinr off his arm the little friendly hand sue
Has placed upon 1t. Happy after all ' at ~
ing up his head, with short laugh; why hoV'
why not indeed? ?" sadly. ms Is dow oniy yon a
moments folly on your part every other Gay you you
are as merry as the rest of us; to-morro" Sou
| will be yourself again. . - Va, ore
How well you have STUDIED m me most light
! hearted of nv sex. Sometimes, says me- n"I ~
ing again I'm so happy that l wish lie
! pauses.
That I WAS dead" says he-with such
cudden vehement change from affected careless,
! ness to honest misery that her heart dles "iViiN
ner Nh no COZ 0hy:no!" cries she, her voice dying
away in a sob, Instinctively she moves TOWARD
| him-hs arms open-in moment she Is l9lhs oA
Ms On don't wish yourself dead" sobs she, cry
don't now" whispers he, tightening his arms
round the slender, beloved little form
Il ought not to be here l oughtn't, indeed,
saws she making, however no effort 10 reuee &c u
| her position There is Miss Morhnd TO thI4h o.
" There is indeed" says he, ruefully. III Is d
cheerful ruefulness. however. With his world
| in his arms he afford TO night WIN % n
| And he was not wrong after all. ohe uoeS io'e
nm u Conldn,t vou--p begins Miss Dene, and then
breaks off. ,-,.uoy
Couldn't you break il oil with hcr whispers
She into the right side of his coat
! All. This was what he wanted ,.;o
u could" says he, laughing softly, ana presslnS
land will r,an,o GAYS
Dorothy. with awful determination, IL she ioNe Ell
you-but she Doesn't" This decidedly, win al
The impenetrabc perspicacity of YOUTH that never
reasons yet always knows. l.,
No. meeziy " | confess that idea has oc-
Cured 20 myself but if my personal charms are d
matter of Indifference TO her, why, theh' mas Sic
done me the honor to accept me r. rt.,rr ber
limpd eyes to his with all the importance TINS
time-honored authority ought to produce that
| you want to marry her for her money, ana tha'
| She wants TO marry you for your title -,
| Do they ?" says Mr. Brooke. As rule me
mighty they are always right but for once they
are at fault. If she wants to marry me 1or my
| title Pm sorry for her; firstly because m going
to marry some one else; ana, secondly, because
| if | did marry her the coveted title would not
be hers until her hair was gray the old boy Deine
| about as strong at present as any ahhultaht
| And as for me- most sOlemnly swear dont wahl
to marry her, either for her money or anything
| else"
Ali But you did, says She
Even if So you should not be the one TO re
| prOach me- says he .
Yes; that's true. I'm bound to you," say
She nesting closer to him And in an awec
tone when will you tell her about it, George !?
She hesitates so admirably over the pronouncln
of his name that George laughs. and catching NJ
her pretty hand, kisses the pink palm OF 1T Will
First thing tomorrow. says he; To tel
YOU the truth, think she has an inkling of it
She said something about you the other day tina
looked if she was jealous.
{" She couldn't be ealous-she doesn't love, say
Dorothy, with conviction on Win a httle
long drawn sigh, il Is dreadful to feel jealous
You needn't have felt it," says he, tendery.
" But did. couldn't bear to think she wa
to belong to you, whilst / Well with a happy
little sigh this time that brings tears into her eyes
"Tm not Jealous now. | wonder what she'll say
OySGg;l%o mo oood-dov no dorbt and reioice ove
a auittance of bad rubbish. After all, she wa
throwing herself away. girl with couple. o
millions might easily have made her own of bette
match than am likely to prove"
"She could have made no better match" indig
nantly "Oh!" starting, is that Agnes calling
Oh come, let us run We have been here a dread
fully long time"
It'll tomorrow then" says he, catching he
in his arms and kissing her. "To-morrow, pral
Heaven, will leave me free TO tell all the worl,
that love you"
Tomorrow, however, brings its own plans
With the hot water at eight which man bring
him veritable bombshell, in the shape of letter
that blows all his intentions to pieces.
His uncle Lord Farnham, is dead. SO write
Lord Farnhams lawyer, and has left his nephev
not only the title, which he couldn't keep from
him. but his entire fortune, IA, 600 pounds a year
All the last the name had been too much for tn
old man. He had given his all for the keeping nj
of IT, He had even given up his revenge though