Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-12-26

"wsll-and for her tom . more
worldly point OF view"
~ dare say il would. Yes, no doubt n
would" returns the squire, thoughtfully,
scraping his chin with his hand in a medi-
tative way.
''It would" Denis wheels round from
the window. "Why, what does that meant
Are you going to tell me that she has
has
Refused h.ml That's Just itr' says the
squire, TRANQUILITY. ale was well enough
as friend, it appears; but anything closer
no, thank you'll She said all that in her
own pretty little way, of course. She'd be
sure q let even her worst enemy III she
could have one, bless herd down easy. So
it's off. pitied the poor boy with all my
heart; but he is Of that stuff wherein
wounds cure quickly. Well, that's my
story. A good one, ehS Chi by the by,
how dye think that bay colt sold? took
him to"
"But, my dear sir-my dear uncle-do
you know what she has refusedl' says
Denis, able TO discuss the matter now she
has refused It. -Four thousand a year and
titlel The money Is small to keep up q
title, certainly; but four thousand year Is
something"
well, yes. II sounds pity doesn't iti"
says the squire, knocking the ashes out of
his pipe in a lazy but careful fashion. 'But
II she didn't like him-why that's all about
1t, you see."
"Eut did you say nothing TOTO influence
her-to induce her TO think OF it?' asks
Delaney, studying his uncle as though he
were new specimen-which perhaps he is.
'Divil word' stolidly. Then, after a
reflective draw or two from the pipe:
'What for? To induce her 10 marry a
man for whom she doesn't care two straws?
Surely that would be queer thing to do.
No, no, my lad; bad work comes of that
always. I'm young enough still to believe
in that blessing called love; and old enough,
too, for the matter OF that For with age
comes wisdom, or at all events it should.
Ny little Duchess shall marry Just whom
she pleases, always provided he is a gentle
man in the fullest sense of the word; or she
shan't marry at all, just as she pleases,
too.n
''But such chance TO fling away" per-
sists Denis, curious now to read the others
mind ON the subject thoroughly.
Ibid you ever hear such fellow? What
ails the boy'' says the squire, regarding
him with humorous and rather puzzled
eye. "Why, where is the good of forty
thousand year if you hate the very bread
you break with the owner Of itg Dye
think I'd see the light die out Of her pretty
eyes and her lips grow smileAess, all FOR Tie
sake Of making her a madam? Would /
watch for her steps to become less joyous,
and listen in vain for her laughter? tell
you no, man, not for all the money this
world boldsl And besides, what would it
all do for her, my bonnie bird? Shall tel
you? 1t would kill her; and that would kill
mel Tut" says the squire, contemptuous-
ly, throwing himself back, and putting his
pipe once more between his lips, What
folly it all is!''
Denis, coming over from the window,
lays his hand lightly on his shoulder. The
touch, light as it is, is in a sense cares,
and for a moment the two men look at
each other steadily, the squire with a gentle
wonderment, but great friendliness in his
handsome eyes.
We'll, l take great pleasure in the
thought that l am your nephew" says
Denis, simply.