The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-03-09

she said. No, there is no doubt He is
dying. Dying and alonen' She caught
her breath quickly. You know auntie is
laid up in that house In Cheshire. There
Is no one with him. OH 20 be dying
without friend near. It is horrible,
horriblef
She began to pace up and down the
room in wild, excitable way, but pres.
emily came to a stahdstill before Mrs.
Trayers
~ shall go 70 him. y she said, abruptly
tJoan.-impos
Why is it impossi5les It shall not be
So
For one thing because, as you have
just said, he is alone. Your going would
compromise you. Think what the world
would say Think Of Lord Durnsford z
= can think only of Victor Nothing
shall prevent my going to him-nothing,
nothingis She tore off her long white
gloves and threw them on the table.
When does the next train gos'' she
asked, feyerdshly
If you take this step You win imperil
your reputation, cried Mrs. Travers. an
grily zone can't do odd things Of this
kind without being talked about. And
y0u--who are so proud--how viii you
like thats''
If to 90 TO a dying cousin is to Imperil
ones reputation
ITO go to d dying lover, rather. All
the world knew Of his infatuafion. =
If the fact of his having loved me will
initiate against me, so be it, then. Oh,
how he did love met she cried, with 3
burst Of anguish.
And your engagement TO Lord Durns-
fords''
That is all over now. shall never
marry hfrn--I shall never marry any
one.n She had again been walking mp
and down, rs though 10 be quiet was inn
possible to her, and now again she stopped.
Listen to me-" she said. i may as
web tell you ali now I''-eIasping her
hands and lifting her beautiful haggard
face~- for two long years fought against
it; / would not believe i'll ! swore TO
myself that it was not SO, but faow--gaow
I know. ! lied to myself That leftert'
-erumpling It mp feyerishly in her hot.
slender fingers--ssha taught me that I
love him, as | never have, as never can,
love anothert
Joan! I think, 2 said Mrs Travers.
coldly, that, considering all that has
happened this evening, il is q little too
late to'i---
The girl threw ont her hands wildly.
oh. those terrible words Oh, mol it
cannot be too late, she cried, catching
the sound. not the spirit, Of her eompan-
ions speech. sob, Claudia. if you ever
loved me, help me nows'' She glanced at
the clock. 1t is already 2, . she said.
ssWhen does the next train gos..
There is one at 6, I believe, :, replied
Mrs. Travers, sulkily.
Not before THAR not until four long
hours have gomez Think, dear Claudia,
think There must be train. even an
hour, one hour earlier Where is your
book, your guide? Dear heaveni how
much can happen in four hoursr
DO you know that yeu are extremely
selfishsa cried Mrs. Trayers, the more
wrathfully IN thai she felt she was going
to give IN. You LOCK only on one side
of the question. Yoa do not consider
Durnsford, ard as for mellow am ! to
account to Lady Synge for this mad freak
of yourss''
'You are right am selfish. said
the girl wretchedly. She looked round
her in vague, hopeless way. and then
suddenly burst into u passion of tears.
OF course, when she saw her crying,
Mrs. Travers foreare her She went to
See, now she said, sto be able to
write at all proves that he can't be so
very bad Come upstairs with me and
let me give you help to change your dress.
dare say we shall ind plenty to do be-
fore we start. +"
ssWes''
''Of course shall 60 with you, . said
Mrs. Travers virtuously. do you Inn
agine | should let you undertake a ques-
tionable affair Of this kind without a
chaperonS''
They got there about s o'clock the same
morning As they mounted the steps Of
Sir Ficterss house Mrs. Travers cast
hurried look at Joan, and seeing that she
was quite incapable of taking the in
itiative in any way, that she was indeed
on the point Of fainting went quickly for
ward as a servant opened the door. Her
own heart began to beat wildly IS she
considered that this man might have the
word death upon his lips.
How is Sir Victor faltered Mrs.
Travers at last
.'Well, M'--no worse, thank God, >
said the man earnestly. joan burst into
tears. The servant stepped aside as a
tail, lean, elderly gentleman came down
the hall, who Mrs. Travers recognized as
the celebrated physician. Sir sampson
Baker. She went eagerly up to him,
while Joan, overcome, sank upon one OF
the hall chairs.
sIs there hope.i' cried Mrs. Travcrs,
clasping the doctors hand
why. yes, my dear madam. Even,
VIII venture TO say, q strong hope He
has got through the night admirably.
Better even than l expected. You have
come to stay, chr Quite right; quite
right. Some enc to cheer him is what he
will want from this ont His sisters''--
casting sharp glance at Joan.
s'Ifis cousins, said Mrs. Travers, with
quite a long stress on the plural She
took this new relationship upon her in the
easiest manner possible You see. Lady
Synge being i'll in Cheshire and unable TO
move, she was naturally anxious that we
should come down and supply her place
as well as VIC could. y
Yes. yes. II was very unfortunate
thing her being invalided just now, as,
Sir yictor's eyes being in tit state for
the operation, we were quife afraid to let
it 80 any further.
sl1is eyess Is there hope Of recovery
there's Was there an operation ex-
claimed Mrs. Travers in establishment
ssDear me. fancied YOU knew Why
yes Ans! a very successful operation,
trust, now his strength Is returning; but
| warn yDu it is quite toHch -and-go mat