Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1889-12-26
Continued from lst maze.

eIAollnx voice, as Sne 4WcEt, III You
come to see the injustice, the rud,ness
Of your action, you can inform me-
Ben Haversham having disu4ount ed
at the door after Ills ride, While this
interview was taking place. went into
the house, and as lie passed the conser-
vatorv espied the picture he mad seen
the night before--a gr.l Sitting at a
roao. He stsole direc' .ly in, and as she
turned he caught her in MS arms.
'Sweetheart|' he, ex claimed,
She only Alasr ed and lowered her
eyes.
,Dlu So* T. est yell ? he asked.
4 dream ed OF your noble sacrifice all
iaSi nh' IT, she said, looking up admir-.
'0g 9, 1t him.
~ sacrifice? You mean the other
70 flows sacrifice.
What other fellow 2
The cabman.'
What cabman p
The one told you about last night.
You said nothing to me about a
cabman. You told me that you had
gone home with poor little girl and
given away all your money
Ben opened his eyes so wide that one
could see the white all around the pu-
pills.
Really, my love, I don't mind giving
away money if other people will do all
the work; but as to hunting out the
needy, I'm not up to that
Mr.. Haversham,' she said, drawing
away from HIM haughtllv, "this is very
unworthy Of you.
what do you mean?'
In the evening you tell me story
which has so little foundation IN fact
that you cant remember it over night
DO you mean to accuse me of such a
thing? Miss Thorndyke, I'm not in
the habit of Boosting of my charities
And, Mr.. Haversham I'm not in the
habit of having people whisper absurd
stories in my ear and forget them the
next morning.
Very we'll, said Ben, reddening If
You persist IN your absurdity'-
L persist in no absuldity.'
DO you mean that you discredit what
I told you?'
Certainly since you don t remember
ityourself.'
Miss Thorndyke, no woman can i'm
peach my word
Mr.. Haversham, no man can impose
absurd stories upon me- and the girl
walked out of the room with her hand.
kerchief to her eyes, leaving the swain
confounded He folio we'd her to the
door. There on the Threshold of the
library opposite stood his brother with
an expression on his face so like that
on his own that for moment he sup
posed he was looking into mirror.
What's the matter with you ? asked
Henry.
L don't know. What's the matter
with your
My girl is lunatic.
And mine is demented.'
Something has gone wrong.
Come in here said Henry. going
back into the library. Lets try and
straighten 1t out
Della having assembled the staircase,
went into her room and threw herself
into an easy chair in a paroxysm of
grief. Presently she heard sobs, and
looking up saw her sister on the lounge,
with her face buried IN a sofa pillow.
You here? she asked, surprised
Yes
'Crying:'
Yes. And you
I'm crying, too whats the mat
ter?
Something lie wrong, indeed very
wrong
They've got mixed, badly Mixed
And we've been mixed
4 believe saw one brother last night
and another this morning.
so did l. How disgustingly alike
they are!'
But we're alike, too, or they would
not have mistaken u.s.
Never mind, | shall marry that noble
specimen of generosity, said Della, or
| will marry no one.'
And shall marry that noble speci-
men Of courage or no one, said Anne
liza.
The brothers were in the midst of an
animated discussion upon the situation
when maid entered and handed each
note. e..