Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-09-07

lips are white; her large eyes grow suddenly
larger as cruel smarting tears fill them. Even
a. Brooke gazes at her two bright drops over
TOW her lids and run quickly down her pale
cheeks.
Dorothy says he, making movement 70
ward her.
mo. no. Don't mind mel" says she, bravely,
repulsing him with eager hands, You are do
ing what Is bestfor you, indeed; and-and after
ward you will BIO glad that Yes" nerv-
ously, land besides
"0h. that will do" says he, bitterly. "why
should you trouble yourself to try and reconcile
things that might befall man than having to
accept a fortune"
II wish" says she, in heart-broken voice,
''that You would try to be little happy about
it."
rs there anything else you wish?" says he,
pushing off his arm the little friendly hand she
has placed upon it. "Happy, after all. throw.
ing up his head with a short laugh; why not?"
"Why not indeed?" sadly. This is only a
moments folly on your part; every other day
You are as merry as the best of us; tomorrow
you will be yourself again."
''How well you have studied me! You are
right; / am the most frivolous. the most light
hearted OF my sex. Sometimes" says he,
laughing again, I'm SO happy that wish"
"fesY ''
THAT was dead ~ says he-with such
| sudden vehement change from affected care
lessness to honest misery that her heart dies
within her. Fear takes possession OF her.
"Oh, no! Oh no! ~ cries she. her voice
dying away in sob. Instinctively she moves
toward hi.n-his arms open-in moment she
Is lying on his breast
oh! don't wish yourself dead" sobs she,
crying bitterly.
Il don't now" whispers he tightening his
arms round the slender, beloved little form.
Il ought not to be here. L oughtn't indeed"
says she. making. however. no effort to redeem
her position. There is Miss Morland to think
Of"
There is indeed.' says he. ruefully. 1t is a
cheerful ruefulness. however. With his world
In his arms he can afford to fight with out
siders. And he was not wrong after all. She
| does love him."
Couldn't you" begins Miss Dene and then
breaks off.
Couldn't 1 what darling?"
Couldn't Won break it off with her?' whispers
she into the right side of his coat.
Hah! This is what he wantedl'
Il could, says he, laughing softly, and press
hand, land L will!
Il wouldn't say word-not a syllable" says
Dorothy, with awful determination, '.if she
loved you-but she doesn't?' This decidedly.
with all the impenetrable perspieacity of
youth, that never reasons, yet always knows.
Mop meekly. Il confess that idea has
| occurred to myself, but if my personal charms
are matter OF indifference 10 her, why, then,
has she done me the honor to accept mer'
They say" says Miss Dorothy, lifting her
limpid eyes to his with all the importance this
time-honored authority ought to produce,
that you want to marry her for her money,
and that she wants to marry you for your title. :"
do they" says Mr.. Brooke. "As rule they
| might, they are always right, but for once they
are at fault If she wants to marry me for my
| title I'm sorry for her; firstly, because I'm
| going to marry some one else, and secondly,
because if 1 did marry her the coveted title
| would not be hers until her hair was gray, the
| old boy being about as strong at present as my
| annuitant. And, for me, most solemnly
| swear don't want to marry her either for her
money or anything else"
"Ah! but you did, p" 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," says
awed tone. when will you tell her about it,
| George?"
She hesitates so admirably over the pro-
nouncing of his name that George laughs and
catching up her pretty hand kisses the pink
palm Of it with rapture.
''First thing tomorrow" says he. ITO tell
you the truth, think she has an inkling Of it.
She said something about you the other day
that looked as if she was jealous"
''She couldn't be jealous-she doesn't love"
says Dorothy, with conviction. ''Oh!' with q
little long-drawn sigh, lit is dreadful to feel
jealous"
''You needn't have felt it," says he tenderly.
"But did 1 couldn't bear to think she was
to belong to you, while We'll" with a happy
little sigh this time that brings tears into her
she'll say to your"
''Give me good day. no doubt and rejoice
over a radiance of bad rubbish. After all, she
was throwing herself away. A girl with q
| couple of millions might easily have made her
own choice of a better match than am likely
to prove"
'She could have made no better match" in
dignantly. ooh" starting, sis that Agnes
| calling? Oh! come, let US run! We have
been here dreadfully long time"
| in his arms and kissing her. Tomorrow, I
pray heaven, will leave me free to tell all the
world that love YOU"
Tomorrow, however, brings its own plans.
| With the hot water at 8, which q man brings
| him, veritable bombshell, in the shape of q
| letter, that blows all his intentions to pieces.
His uncle, Lord Farnham, is dead. So writes
Lord Farnham's lawyer, and has left his nephew
not only the title, which he couldn't keep from
| him, but his entire fortune, f14, 900 year. At
| old man. He had given his all for the keeping
up OF it. He had even given up his revenge,
| though, il he had known it, he could hardly
| have made his nephew more unhappy than by
the bestowal Of this INSTRUMENTATION gift
How is he to 60 to Miss Morland now and
| demand his liberty With the title and the
fortune both in his hands, how is he to ask her
| to break off his engagement? His soul sinks
like lead within him. 1t was such an open
| arrangement between them-she to give
| money, he the title-that now when he finds
| himself Independent Of her money it seems
| impossible to ask her to let him go free from
| the detested bond.
last fight for life animates him. He will
| seek an interview with Miss Morland after
| breakfast and put the case fairly before her.
II she still elected to adhere to their original
contract, so be it. Goodbye then to life and
| Joy and happiness. The honor that alone
remains will be but poor comforter. Knowl-
| edge of Miss Morland tells him that she will be
| very likely to assert her rights and decide on
keeping her hold Of title and estate He
manages to ask her for few minutes alone with
| him before leaving the breakfast room. Some
| thing new in her face she answers him
granting the required interview strikes him at
the moment but not forcibly. OF, late her
moods have been very variable.
"Now?" asks he.
"The sooner the better" returns she shortly.
''The library is always vacant at this hour.
Shall we 60 there?"
"A good place." says he, trying to look
| calm, while his heart is humping violently
against his side, IS though it would burst it's
| bonds.
| Look here" says Miss Morland, as he closes
the library door behind him. "One word ID as
good as ten"-this 10 the usual graceful style in
which she carries on her conversation-"I
know quite well why you are here, and may
as well have the first word You are sick Of me