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

between Itlell-SDc I'D give lnUlcy. III
the title-that now when he finds him
self independent of her money 1T seems
Impossible to ask her TO let him go free
from the detested bond.
A last fight for life animates him. He
will seek an interview with Miss Nor
land after breakfast aud put the case
fairly before her. If she still elected to
adhere to their original contract, so
be 1t. Goodbye then to life and JOY and
happiness. Tie 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.
Something new in her face Gas she
answers him. granting the required in
terview, strikes him at the moment. but
not forcibly. OF late her moods have
been very variable.
"Now?" asks he.
"The sooner the bette r" returns she
shortly 1.-THE library is always vacant
at this hour. Shall we go there?"
"a good place." says he, trying to
look calm, while his heart is humping
violently against his side as though it
would burst its bonds.
Look here" said Miss Morland. as
he closes the library door behind him.
Zone word is as good as ten"-this is
the usual graceful style in which she
carries on her conversational know
quite well why you are here, and l may
as well have the first word. You are
sick of me. and Pm sick of you. That's
it-isn't it?"
He is indeed so OverpOwered by the
words difficult to suit him.
1.-The fact is" goes OH Miss Morland,
waving his attempt at reply aside
with a gesture of her large firm hand,
81 don't think there is the remotest
chance of the old gentleman dying.
Farnham, you knOw--and you without
the title aren't good enough"
Il con quite understand that" says
he. gravely. shocked at her cOarSenesS.
at is, however, pity you didn't think
of that sooner. | presume it was never
me then, it was only the title"
well. as far as that goes" says she,
81 presume it was never me either. 1t
was only the money" At this he colors
holly. She laughs. docs that trouble
yOu?' says she. ''Well, money clings
to money, you know, and / have decided
that one in the hand is worth two in the
bush" This is dark saying TO him.
but time explains it, THE truth is,
saw Lord Farnham in town just before
l came down here. and he looks as if he
would last forever; as if he would never
get older"
''No. he will never get older. "repeats
Brooke, in a curious tone. With the
old man lying dead, this heartlcss
speech of hers-this cruel longing for
his death-sounds even more detestable
than it would have were he living. He
himself had not loved the old lord, but
he had never wished him dead.
"As to that. suppose he will have
to, whether he likes it or not" says she,
vindictively. But don't feel inclined
to wait for him.. And-er-as Lord Tot
tenham-"
"Ycs?" says he, his heart giving a
great bound.
"As Lord Tottenham asked me la st
night to marry him, decided that it
would be better to bring our engage
ment to an end"
Il am TO understand. then, that you
are about to marry Lord TOttenham?'
asks he formally, subduing all express
sion of his passionate relief by SUI
preme effort. So Tottenham was the
bird in the handn A tough one. truly.
Exactly So"
''YOu don't express much regret, at all
events" says she, with shrill laugh.
II am wise in this, at least, that don't
care about dividing my husbands affec-
tions with another. That little girl to
whom you give your whole time will,
no doubt. be GLAD to share with YOU your
$500 a year"
This is unbearable.
IF you allude 10 Miss Dene," says
he quietly, though his face is pale and
his eyes flashing, 81 do not think she
gives her entire thoughts to money.
$500 a year, however, would. [ ac-
knowledge, be but poor thing TO lay at
her feet. | am glad, therefore, that it is
now in my power TO offer her 9l4, 1000"
WHAT" says Miss Morland. She
takes a step forward. Dismay, con-
sternation, discontinue are all largely
knit on her astonished face.
Lord Farnham died at 10 O'Clock Ia st
night. Contrary to my expectations he
has left me every penny he possessed. j"
He bows and moves towards the door.
"Stay-one moment" gasps Miss Nor
land. If she has even one small grain
Farnham his next words destroy it.
"You must pardon me-" says he; II
have an appointment with Miss Dene
She has not yet heard my news. All!
Lord Tottenham," TO that carefully
preserved old beau as he most oppor-
timely enters the room, permit me to
congratulate you. Miss Morland has
just informed me of your engagement
to her. | feel she has done wisely in
deed. With much humility | confess
myself very much the worse man of the
two!"
He laughs, and hurries away. to find
Dorothy waiting for him in that little
sacred spot he had named Arcad ia yes
terday. She rises as he comes towards
her, and turns so deadly white that he is
afraid she is going TO faint.
1T is all right!'' cries he joyously, to
reaSsure her. A little cry escapes her.
She would have gone to him, but her
limbs refuse TO obey her, and if he ha d
not caught her in his arms she would
have fallen. There is no restorative
power so effectual as a lovers kiss.
Dorothy is presently her charming self
again.
"Oh! how did it happen?" cries she,
rapturously. ~ prayed for it all last
night, DuI somehow never ndu nlucl
hope. She has given you up, then?
Really?"
"Really and truly"
"Oh! how could sher' leaning back
from him to gaze into his dear face, the
handsomeSt in the world to her.
well. it appears she could quite
easily" said he, with a happy laugh.
"You may think me good to look at,
but when compared with such youth
full Adonis as my Lord Tottenham even
you m ust allow that l ought.to take a
back seat"
"Do you mean to tell me-" with grow
ing Indignation, ''that she has given
you up for Lord TOttenham|
Even so, my good child"
"Poufl Shes fool. She's not worth
wasting words upon" SAYS Miss Dene,
with scornful conviction.
That's what / think. Let's talk OF
ourselves )" says he.
''Oh, as for that" says she, turning
suddenly dismal, and frying to give heI
head the properly detected droop. II
dare say you will be sorry about all this
later on. / have not been good friend
to YOU" with heavy sigh, land that's
the fTuth ~