Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1889-01-11

him and, by Jove Estcote
thought so too. I'm certain OF It,"
"Oh, yes, papa, specuIated upon
it," she remarked, with an indlg'
nant heightening OF color.
"Vhat do you mean, pet 7"
"That we have both been grossly
deceived in him. That-that my
heart is breaking, but I'll never
marry Charles Estcote."
Weeping, she threw herself IN
her fathers arms, and told him all.
"The young scoundrel y ejacu-
lated Sir Martin wrathfully. "And
he is my dear old friends SON"
"Papa, say no more. lie is gone,
and it is over,' said Rose. Gle is
best forgotten"
But it was not easy to forget
His remembrance haunted her.
Eagerly in secret, but with out
ward indifference, she listened to
any news of him, or even when
possible, sought for 1t.
She loved him still she could
not help that. But marry him
no, never
Days grew INTO weeks; and, after
all, 1t was very small intelligence
she got of Charles EstcOte. She
had grown paler; her spirits had
gone ; she WAS vexed it should be
so, bat she could not prevent it
Sir Martin suggested going abroad
tor a change. She accepted the
proposal gladly, yet kept putting
off the going. One night, however,
vexed at her own weakness, she
said :
"Papa dear, if you don't mind,
let us start for Paris next week"
"Certainly, my love-
But the following morning there
was news-te1ible news Of Est
cote.
The bank of such old Ienown
and stability had stopped payment
New partners had been taken in
partners Of speculative proclivlties
and the result had been smash
failure.
"Papa, what does this mean tC
Mr. Estcote? - asked Rose.
"Absolute ruin, and he deserves
itw
No, no, not that. Papa yor
must 20 to him-help him.
"ret, perhaps he will write
Wen wait a day"
Rose consented, but IN Estcote''
ruin she had forgotten all anger
She was miserable for him.
"If he had my money he would
not be poor" Sic reflected. "Well
| VIII prove my .love. He sbal
again he rich, for ! will marry him
We will wait to.day, but to-mor
row we will go to town and SCI
him."
That afternoon was Roses "a
home and she had to receive
Fortunately, owing to a thunder
storm. but one guest, a gentleman
appeared. Naturally, the grea
failure was spoken Of-all Eng
land was speaking OF II.
"You have heard Of course, Mis-
/ LNndal - said The guest, Maje
Speldyke. "a bad thing for Est
cote-yes, very. True it Is tha
troubles never come alone. III
had another crusher yesterday"
"The horse he had backed heay
lly - foolishly - against all tn
field - only came out in a ba'
second"
"Aud what does that mean
Major ?"
"Why, that he has incurre
debts OF honor that he can't poss
bly, pay, my dear Miss Lyndal, an
that's very nasty thing indee
for an honorable man. Nothin
could be worse"
A cold chill crept over Rose
she sat ike a statue at her te'
table, her hands iigidly locked t.
gether.
"When n man can't meet debt
of honor, Maior-excuse my ign'
rance-what does he do y
"a man, my dear Miss Lynda
generally bolts, and enjoys himse
abroad for the rest Of his mature
life ; a gentleman, when he cal
not give money-takes his life"
"Ah y with a cry "and NJ
Estcote is a gentleman ?"
"Certainly poor fellow l
, one more honorable" replied tn
Major, putting down his cup. "E
was-or is-a great friend of your
r I see You are moved. Permit n
, to retire"
; "Thank you, thank you much
When alone, Rose wept as If h
, heart would break.
Then starting up, however, 81
sought Sir Martin.
: "Papa," she cried, "we must n
wat until tomorrow. We mt
90 to Mr.. Estcote at once"
And she poured into his G
, what she had heard.
To her Sir Martin pooh pooh
the idea but, secretly aIarm'
for his old friends son, was
. eager to reach town as Rose h,
= self.
y On reaching Charing Cross, tn
drove at once to Charles Estcot