New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-02-24

neal 1he nore and hanging heads, but salvlaa
bIazed inside the box borders and Anhias sccnt
In coarse and riotous bloom. ineI n o;r in spite
of decay and dampness in the SUI ar IN I'd then
NJ tho Hood of noon sunshine, ana now anJ .La
n yellow leaf foated down, ana tnco NJ easb
thinning branches of the tuhp-trees cailic 'ii' "
and rinnie of the brown river. -. .ho old
Rachel Dudley stood leaning against 'n MA; H,S
sundial AT the foot of the garden, ner cni atb
on her hand, and her straight olacK oio"S e"'''
ercS IN ps cnpd see her from the house, for the
laburnum hedge hid that part Oh ,e Sna Smi%h3
but any one passing the stone gatcw ,Icyy T6gre
have caught glimpse o. of 1eI the Usage orange
trees which bordered the dusty t9rnllhe' 1A Ia
Roger Livingstone was watching loa nS ne F SS
made his horse walk past the gic 1nG 70 dismount
and throw the bays bride over the stone pau
On one of the uncovered gate posts, ana then
hurry down the steps into the damp stlllneSs u
'"i Roger and Rachel had known each other ri for
MANY years and ia spite of perpetual q9aIreIIhns
it had never occurred to hoger 70 IAN III ,Ioo
with her-at least not until very lately, ana tleh
only because his father had looked at nm one
dav with shrewd good-nature, and said: hemeinSS
Der, boy, the pretty QuakercSs has fortune VI
That made Roger think; but, after all. couiq
fortune give a man happiness mes in
the girl was first jealous, and tn na.rc an
Roger thought not; but he liked Rachel anu WIZ
he was making W his mind, he was i,
and unconscously more friendly; y vtnS late
cannot even as remote posSlblilty, dgPn"rv
marrying a girl and avoid in his most oI 1.i.iS
CONVERSATION with her, betrayal oil the aVI''uoo
of his mind. .o,inc Rachel
hut feeling vaguely that Friend Townsend ul's
not like him, he had fallen into inc naDl' y.
seeing her oftener in the old garden tnan III M
uncle's house. The happy interests o. mort
Iv youtb he might not ofcr her, only sympathy
for what she chose to call her loneliness p u
nc knew that that gave her pressure, 1nu VH ~
half-secrecy of their meeting had charm IN -
10 him which blended with the pleasing eXcltemens
of uncertainty. He was eager now to Know II
this plan of taking her to the theatre on SATURDAY
afternoon could be earrea out DroneT nc mother
would. Thank heaven, they don't look al 'A'nsS
that way' CT
WeI,' he said as he reached her side she ,f,,
looked up a momen: at his handsome Doylsn
face as he stood striking lmpauenty az MS flu-
ing-boots with a switch and waiting Tor hrr reply;
IGs no use. They won't let me CO. she slld
gloomily not even lifting her chm rom her SIM
He turned sharply on his heel, his spur grind
ing down into the damp moss OF the pain. for
an instant he was too much disappointed to speak
It's outrageousi he cried, it's cruel!'
"They don't care" Rachel said briefly;
I'D go anyhow" Roger continued with boy
to please people who don't care anything about
you anyway 80 L..
said. po-o-
ended sit isn't as though they bad any reason
for saying you shouldn't OF course. IN any
reasonable thing'-this with the magnasnimous
to-to disobey them. But this is folly, Rachel
Honestly, believe I'd go.'
OF course there isn't any reason reason Rachel mel
a ''I good reason / wouldn't say another word.
It's only TO disa ppOint me- and make me miserable
They think it makes people good 10 DC uiSap-
pointed, and they, want to make me good Ihey
think Pm so wicked Oh ] ami | ann but If
they would only let me be good in my own way
Or if they thought anything good OF me- ! coui I
be good. Or if they loved me the least little
bit l wouldn't mind giving up everything III
the world for them. Everythingl But they
don't care whether Pm alive or deadP
She laid her cheek down on the hot face OF
'H Don't Don o." cry Roger said sympqthetically;
& what good does it do to cry?, Why don't
you Just 60 anyhow? ! believe they'd respect
YOU more II you had wii o. or yo9r own Thee
knows / cantl And it isn't that want 10 90
TO the theatre so very much, Roger. II they mao
only said | shouldn't differently ITS the way
such a thing; kind Of despair about me; and
yet, as if, after all it was, only TO be expected
Of me. ! might as well live up to it, l
Her quick transition from, grief 70, anger dried
her tears. Roger did not know what TO say ;
bis somewhat slow mind could not keep pace
with her sudden changes and her gusts Of feel
he glanced at his horse. cropping tho grass
about the gatepost and rubbing his velvety
Rachel noticed his look and feared he was
TO leave her. believe thee's night,
Roger she said. Il believe | ought to live
my life in, my own way. to make them respect
Roger looked at her with quick admiration,
yet there was little doubt in his voice ms he
said; " It's the only thing TO do Rachsl only
Of courSe-you don't want to make them very
angry"
it isn't as If they loved me-
"Or as If you loved Them Roger said. Only
| think it over, Rachel don't lmow-somehow
| 1 don't feel quite sure.'
81 feel sure she answered, striking her hands
| l do And they don't want my lOve%
| Roger tried awhwardly 10 comfort her, but he
| felt as though he would rather give up going 70
the theatre than have any more tears, and he
be gan 10 think he had been rash 10 urge her ii 60
But Rachel bad decided. There was "A bitter JOY
in making herself as bad as her uncle and aunt
thought her.
always watching for il, SO I'll do il Roger
| Ill
1t WAS not, however. quite easy 10 go 10 town
ON Saturday.
why does thee start so early, Rachel2' Sarah
Townsend said, her niece put on her little drab
bonnet Immediately after noon dinner; thee Will
have long afternoon in town. i wish thee was
| no0 sucn d Bau-dpouI "ioh hieo V'eA 'HJ
homeS
| Thee will not miss me-" Rache answered, with
| the bitterness Of prcmeditated dsobedience She
| was already beginning to feel remOrse, and was
blaming her aunt for her ufIering Ii thee
thinks am gad-aboht, Aunt Sarah, ] don't sec
how thee can expect me to love my home don't
see how / can"
Rachers fingers trembled as she smoothed the
gray ribbons under her chin. But Sarah's quiet
sigh as she said, Thee need not try 10 show me
how little thee cares for thy home-I know 1t toe
we'll" was like wind upon tho fire.
Rachel flung back some sharp untruth os she
opened the white front door and let herself Out
into the sunshine. But there was sob in her
throat, and her eyes were stung with unshed tears
which blurred the spray of SALIVA she stuck In
her dress. I" / won't look any more like Friend
than 1 can help" she said hotly, knowing how
such thought would wound her aunt. But sh,
did not need the SALIVA Her vivid face was moi
in harmony with her quiet bonnet and gown; she
looked like one OF the worlds people masquerad
ing as a Oualteress