Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-02-14


Not next Wednesday-not on any
Wedneeday--never again should she go
to the Varleys' until all memory Of
him was for ever forgotten by her.
When would that be? What lapse
of time would enable her to for
get? With tears she asked herself this
as she toilcd upstairs to tho friend whom
che had not expected to see that day
She and Mr.. Carlton had had their first
walk and their last. Never more must
Sic SEQ him.
GLOW pale you are, my dearl" said old
blrs. Lawson. What would che have
said had her eyes been younger? Miss
Falkland was paler still when she reached
her home. She was late and feared that
her father must have returned from the
city some time ago and be clamorous for
his dinner, and she was still i'll her morn
ing dress.
lie heard her come in and hurried out
into the hall to speak to her, carefully
shutting the door Of the room he had Just
left. Margaret, my sweetest, how late
you arel Who do you think is here?
You will never guess. was just COM
along in rather a brown study, when !
heard some one asking me if could d.
rect him to Sutherland Villa! / looked
up and saw it was Mr.. Carlton. 'Suth-
erland Villa l said, in some surprise
ARE you going there? "
"'Oh, no. he answered, in a great
hurry; 4 only want to know where it is
and what II is like"
"'It is my house. l said, and l am on
my way to it, My name il Falkland. BY
the by, you have some slight acquaint-
ance with my daughter, / think. was
much disappointed ut not being intro
duccd TO you at Mr. Narley's, and re-
preached lay daughter for emitting to
perform that ceremony. Letme intro
duce myself now. he walked with
me, saying something about having had
discussion with some one about the ex-
act locality of Sutherland Villa and
being anxious to be able to confute him.
And when he saw the house, father"
said Margaret, breathlessly, did he seem
surprised or startledF'
well my child, now that you put the
idea into my head, | think he did; but
perhaps l am wrong; not being d young
lady, don't think I am quick at observ-
ing shades of difference in young gen.
tlemen's department only know he
seemed remarkably glad when l invited
him to stay and dine here"
"You have asked him to dinner"
eyes; why not, my dear? Now will
you go and say How do you dcT to him
Sy-bila I On into thu pDlla ~
ooh, please don't make me do that,
father. l must dreSs-I am so late al
ready"
But Mr.. Falkland ruthlessly opened
the door of the drawing room and said
"You will, fear, think NE very uncer-
emonious, Mr., Carlton; I have already
left you once, and now must leave you
again, but only for minute or so, and
my daughter is here and will bear you
company
This said he left them. Carlton was
by her side in a moment as she, shrink
ing away from him, stood where her
father had left her, close by the door,
not daring to raise her eyes from the
ground. Miss Falkland, he exclaimed
"do you mind shaking hands with q
fool?'
She left his outstretched hand I'M
grasped-she never SO much az raised
her eyes from the ground.
"You are angry with me, and no won.
der"
ANGRY with you, no-only 50
ashamed"
II am the one who ought to be
ashamed"
She shook her head, "What you said
was quite true"
son the contrary; you are living
refutation Of every word | uttered.
Never IN my life have / seen ANY one
who so completely realized my highest
ideal Of womanhood Won't you shake
hands, and be as if this had never been!"
She half raised her hand, let it fall
again and burst into tears. at was such
horrible thing to do" she said family,
SIT was quite right to do it." he inter
rupted. Now that have been round
the garden with your father, and have
seen the hlacs"----
"Oh, dou't--don't talk Of thom-of it
of anythingw cried Miss Falkland in
her anguish.
81 don't want to talk of them. want
to tell you that love you-that have