Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-29
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Marjorie had bean at The Anchorage
al the afternoon, and the shabby phae-
ton had been sent for her. Then, in the
darkness Of the March night. James
drove her away from the bright and
happy home, whore her thoughts still
fingered.
Marjorie, I thought I should sec
Won. have waited for you. Take my
horse on, James, and I will drive your
mistress"
It was Sir Neil Adhesion who greeted
her thus, at the gate of The Anchorage,
who took his seat beside her, with his
old ease and air of proprietorship.
"Let the old pony go as slowly as You
like, Neil" she said, absently "there
is nothing very cheering awaiting me at
home and 1t is very dismal morrow
"pm more than willing, DEAR" said
Neil, taking the pony as sleepily Is pos
sible along the dark highway. How
is-how are they all, Marjorie?"
"Mrs. Esdaile has had toothaohe for
o few hours, returned the girl, with her
old enjoyment of Misunderstanding and
provoking him, "but, fortunately, it is
better now. Little Jack cut his fingers
about a week ago but-don't you grow
anxious about it?-under o strict dia-
chylon regime, 1t has healed sufficiently
for him to finish with ease q copy which
I set him: Learning strengthens, re-
fines and elevates the mind But the
cook Ii lying down with the headache
caused, fancy, by"
ST don't want to hear about the serv-
ants, put in Neil, petulantly.
90 was Just coming to the Colonel
when you interrupted me. He has not,
that I know Of, called in professional
advice; so I hope"
"Bother I" growled the young man,
without smile. Give seen Stuart to-
day. Never mind telling me about him,
Marjorie"
"You asked about them all, was the
girls calm reioinder, land SO I began to
tell you"
Chow is Miss Chester 2" he inquired,
knowing quite we'll that she read his
thoughts from the first and SO attempt
ing no more roundabout methods Of
reaching the truth.
SHOW can you expect her to be2"
Something in her voice, it must have
been, which made his next words al
most apologetic as we'll as regretful.
"I'm very sorry she's suboenaed for
tomorrow. Marjorie. No one could be
more sorry than am"
"Tm sorry You were the cause OF it,
she answered, coldly. Perhaps her
been prevented; but your bringing her
could. and would have been, If you had
had ever 80 little thought for her un-
mixed with thought for yourself"
at would have made this difference"
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heart as he felt how daringly Marjorie
| put motives on his conduct which be
never had the power of oontradlctlng ]
"that she would have been left to starve
and die-or worse-alone in London.
She, with her beauty and helplessness
and poverty Can you calmly think OF
it, Mariorie-you, q tender-hearted
| woman?
81 suppose We never shall be able to
put ourselves In each others places, y
smiled Marjorie, looking into his face
frankly and kindly for the first time fol-
many months, d" else, I suppose, Neil, ]
should not think quite the same of your
part In this. I wish I could. I cannot
bear to go on thinking Of you as selfish
and cruel"
"Thank you" he answered, in voice
of pain, not irony. Given without the
power of putting myself in your place,
can appreciate fully all the goodness o.
your acts, Marjorie, dear. You have
always been good to her."
eft was not goodness" the girl an
swered, almost sadly; perhaps it wal
as much selhshness as yours. All do
or could do, for her she deserves from
me, for the lessons abe has been uncon
sciously teaching me-"
a." But may thank you, mayn't IT,
the young man asked, turning to hel
earnestly as they drove down between
the great old lines of Hawkedale, weird
looking in the light of the passing
lamps, "because Ehe has been, as il
were, under our probationary moth
er's and mine-and ours ought to have
been the home to shelter her now"
"Better as it is" said the girl, CURLY
her eyes ahame at his last lame speech
"better for her, better for us, better fol
you"
"But must do something
"Of course" returned Marjorie, cold
", "your protection Is indispensable
you always felt that. Just wait till to
morrow is over, then claim your priv
lege. If the brother is condemned
surely it will be a consolation to the sis
ter to feel that the High Sheriff is NOR,
merciful than the Judge, and offers her
at any rate, an entire dissolution"
"Don't be sarcastic tonight, Mar
jorie," pleaded Sir Neil, with a,
earnestness which was foreign t,
his usually lazy tones "I am a
miserable as she Is herself. You vii
all her gratitude, all her contempt.
own it is natural, but still it is rathe
less easy to bear than you can imagine
Where-where you wish to please, it j
hard to find that you always hurt"
"Neil," inquired Marjorie, abruptly
"hoyg long is your mother going to per
sist in her inveterate anger against Mis-
Chester?"
"I don't know" he said, and as h
spoke, the lamp-ight showed a real anxi
ETY. on the face she had always know
40 careless; al have told you agai
and again that think you could con
vince her, if you would try"
Ell won't go to her again to try" wa