St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-09-08


/ took it. DO YOU think / don't care
now? But the thing is donel And nv
| uncle-that old mamie is perfe ct
devil: he will do nothing for me. | am
titd-am bound"
Yes" says she, simply. She had
taught herself, indeed, TO regard it in
this light. or very old family herself,
the demands of race seem natural to
her. To give up all for the sake of the
old name-that has reason in it-but
that it should be they two who III ust
give up. that seems hard!
"Why don't you speak?' says he,
harshly. You despise me; you
think"
~ think nothing but what is kind of
yOu,' says she. her voice trembling, but
her face full of gentle dignity. II do
not despise you. Why should /?
think you are dong right-when an old
title comes to one it should be regarded
as a sacred charge. and you-you meant
To do the best you could for it. You
will be able, in spite of YOUR uncle, to
keep up the old name"
"Oh, d-n the old name!" interrupts
he, passiOnateiy-wit deep groan.
He has spoken very low. certainly and
| certainly il seems as though the word
has been forced from him against his
| will, but Dorothy, hearing this terrible
speech. grows dumb. TO SO denounce
the "old namew She pauSes, gazing at
him as if thunderstruck.
81 beg your pardon" says he modify.
/ Whv, has she taken it all so much for
| granted? Is there 10 lOOphOle OF eS-
cape? If she cared as much as he does,
would she have been so ready TO ac-
! knowledge the claims of the "Old nameW
, "Do YOU never think, Dorothy says
he slowly, "Of how it might have been
! if-if-"
With little swift imperative gesture
she puts up her hand and checks him.
Her very lips are white: her large eyes
| grow suddenly larger as cruel, smarting
tears fill them. Even as Brooke gaZcs
at her, two bright drops overflow her
lids and run quickly down her pale
! cheeks.
"Dorothyr' says he, making move
ment toward her.
"No. no. Don't mind mel'' says she,
! bravely, repulsing him with eager
hands. "You are doing what is best
for you, indeed; and-and afterwards
you will be glad that Yes" nerv-
Ously. land Besides"
"Oh, that will do" says he bitterly.
''Why should you trouble yourself to
try and reconcile me to my fate? l
dare say there are worse things that
might befall man than having to ac-
cept fortune"
81 wish" says she. in heart-broken
| voice, THAT you would try TO be little
happy about it,"
as there anything else you wish?"
says he. pushing off his arm the little
friendly hand she has placed upon it.
"HaDpy, after ALL" throwing up his
head. witha short laugh, ''whv nOt?''
! "Why not. indeed?o 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 your
self a gain"
"HOw well You have studied me!
You are right; / am the most frivolous,
the most ltght-hearted of my sex. Some
times" says he, laughing again, Pm
so happy that wish" He pauses.
"Yes?''
"That | was deadp' SAYS he-with
such a sudden vehement change from
affected carelessness to honest misery
that her heart dies within her. Fear
| takes possession of her.
"Oh, no! Oh, nop' cries she, her
voice dying away in sob. Instinc-
| lively she moves toward him-his arms
! Open-in a moment she is living on his
! breast
"Oh? don't wish yourself dead" sObS
! she. crying bitterly.
II don't now" whispers he, tighten
( ing his arms round the slender, beloved
! little form.
~ ought not to be here. | 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 af
! ford to fight with outsiders. And he
was not wrong after all. She does love
him."
Couldn't you" begins Miss Dene
/ and then breaks off.
Couldn't | what, darling?'
Couldn't you break it off with her?'
whispers she into the right size of his
coat.
Hah. This was what he wantedl
81 could" says he, laughing softly,
and pressing the pretty head against
/ his heart with his hand, land l Will"
IL wouldn't say word-nOt sylla-
! ble," says Dorothy. with awful deter
minatiOn. eff she loved you-but she
| doesn'tr This decidedly, with all the
/ impenetrable perspicacity of youth. that
never reasons, yet always knows!
"No?' meekly. Il confess that idea
has occurred to myself. but if my per-
| sonal charms are matter of inditIer
ence to her, why then has she done me
the honor TO accept me?"
"1hey saw" says Miss Dorothy. lift
ing her limpid eyes to his with all the
importance this time-hOnOred authority
ought TO produce, "that you want 10
marry her for her money, and that she
wants to marry you for your title"
do they?" says Mr.. Brooke. LAS n
! rule they might. they are always right,
but for once they are at fault. If she
wants to marry me for my title Pm
sorry for her; firstly. because I'm going
TO marry some one else; and secondly,
because if 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 annuitan;.
And. as for me, ] most solemnly swear
/ don't want TO marry her, either for
her money or anything else"
"Ah! but you did" says she.
even if so, you should not be the one
to reDroach me-" sage he.
Eyes. That's true. Pm bound to
you," says she. nesting closer to him.
And" in an awed tone, when will
you tell her about it, Georgew
She hesitates so admirably over the
pronOuncing 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.
"To 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.
"Ohr with little, lOng-drawn sigh,
lit is dreadful to feel jealous"
You needn't have felt it," says he,
tenderlY.
But did. couldn't bear to think
she was to belong TO you. while j
Well" with a happy little sigh this
time chat brings tears into her eyes, 81
am not jealous now. L wonder What
she'll say to yOu?"
"Give me good day. no doubt, and re-
joiee over quttance of bad rubbish.
After all, she was throwing herself
! away. A girl with a couple of millions
might easily have made her own of a
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