Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-01-26

man who marrles woman for her money.
Yet, what was l to do? Was the old
name to be forever lowered? A title
and $500 a year-how do they go to-
gether? Money | felt that L must have,
and when it came my way | took it. Do
you think | don't care-now? But the
thing is done! And my uncle-the old
mamie is perfect devil; he will do
nothing for me. / am tied-am bound"
"1es," says she simply. She has taught
herself indeed to regard it in this light
OF very old family herself, the demands of
race seem natural to her. To give up all
for the sake of the old name-that has
reason in it--but thatit should be they two
who must give up, that seems hard.
"Why don't you speak ?'' says he,
harshly. "You despise me; you think"
Il think nothing but what is kind of
you," says she, her voice trembling, but
her face full of gentle dignity 81 do
not despise you. Why should /? think
you are doing right-when an old title
comes to one, it should be regarded as a
sacred charge; and you-you meant to do
the best you could for it. You will be
able, in spite of your uncle, to keep up the
old name"
"Oh, damn the old namew interrupts
he, passionately-with deep groan. He
has spoken very low, certainly-and GER
tainly it seems as though the word had
been forced ftom him against his will, but
Dorothy, hearing the terrible speech,
grows dumb. To SO denounce the cold
name" She pauses, gazing at him as if
thunderstruck.
81 beg your pardon" says he, modify.
Why had she taken it all so much for
granted? Is there no loophole of escape !?
If she had cared as much as he does, would
she have been so ready to acknowledge the
claims of the "old name? ?" "Do you ever
think, Dorothy" says he, slowly, 'of how
it might have been fit"
With little, swift imperative gesture
she puts up her hand and checks him.
Her very lips are white; her large eyes
grow suddenly larger as cruel, smarting
tears fill them. Even as Brooke gazes at
her, two bright drops overflow her lids
and run quickly down her pale cheeks.
Dorothy" says he, making movement
toward her.
"No, no. Don't mind mer says she
brayely, repulsing him with eager hands.
"You are doing what is best for you, in
deed; and -afterward you will be glad
that-Yes," nervously, "and besides"
"Oh, that will do" says he, bitterly.
"Why should you trouble yourself to try
and reconcile me to my fate? / daresay
there are worse things that might befall a
man than having to accept a fortune"
81 wish" says she, in heartbroken
voice, chat you would try to be little
happy about it."
is there anything else you wish ?" says
he, pushing off his arm the little friendly
hand she has placed upon it. Happy !.
after all, throwing up his head, with a
short laugh; "why not?"
"Why not, indeed ?" sadly. 'This is
only moments folly on your part; every
other day you are as merry as the rest of
US; tomorrow you will be yourself
again"
GLOW well You lave studied me You
are right; | am the most frivolous, the
most light-hearted of my sex. Some
times" says he, laughing again, "Pm so
happy that I wish" He pauses.
ayes ?"
"That was dead " says he, with such a
sudden, vehement change from affected
carelessness to honest misery that her
heart dies within her. Fear takes possess
ion of her.
''Oh, mol Oh, mop cries she, her voice
dying away in a sob. Instinctively she
moves toward him-his arms open-in
moment she is lying on his breast.
"Ohl don't wish yourself dead" sobs
she, crying bitterly.
81 don't now," whispers he, Tightening
his arms round the slender, beloved little
form.
81 ought not to be here. 1 ought'nt,
indeed" says she, making, however, no
effort to redeem her position. There is
Miss Morland to think Of"
"There is, indeed !" says he ruefully. 1t
is a cheerful ruefulness however. With
his world in his arms he can afford to fight
with outsiders. And he was not wrong
after all. She does love him.
couldn't you" begins Miss Dene,
and then breaks off.
Couldn't l what, darling?"
couldn't you break it off with her ?"
whispers she into the right side of his
coat.
All This was what he wanted.
81 could" says he, laughing softly, and
pressing the pretty head against his heart
with his hand, ''and | will"
81 wouldn't say word-not syllable"
SAYS Dorothy, with awful determination,
"if she loved you-but she doesn'tw This
decidedly, with all the impenetrable per-
spicacity of youth, that never reasons, yet
always knows.
Nor meekly. 81 confess that idea has
occurred TO myself, but if my personal
charms are matter of indifference to her,
why, then, has she done me the honor to
accept me ?"
"They say"-says Miss Dorothy, lifting
her limpid eyes to his with all the import
ance this time-honored authority ought to
produce-"that you want to marry her for
her money, and that she wants to marry
you for your title"
$40 theyY says Mr.. Brooke. AS
rule the mighty they are always right,
but for once they are at fault. If she
wants to marry me for my title, I'm sorry
for her; firstly, because Pm going to marry
some one else; and secondly, because if l
did marry her the coveted title would not
be hers until her hair was gray, the old
boy being about as strong at present as any
annuitant. And, as for me, | most SOL
emily swear don't want to marry her.
either for her money or anything else"
"Ahl But you did," says she.
Gwen if so, you should not be the one
to reproach me" says he.
''Y es; that's true. Pm bound to you,"
says she, nesting closer to him. "And,
in an awed tone, "when will you tell her
about it, George%
She hesitates so admirably over the pro-
of his name that George laughs
and, catching up her pretty hand, kisses
the pink palm of it with rapture. -
''F'irst thing tomorrow" says he. ITO
tell you the truth, l think she has an ink
ling of it; she said something about you
the other day that looked as if she was
jealous"
"She couldn't be jealous-she doesn't
love-" says Dorothy, with conviction.
ooh r' with little long-drawn sigh, sit Is
dreadful to feel jealous"
"You needn't have felt it," said he ten
Derby"
"But did. I couldn't bear to think
she was to belong to you, whilst l.
WE'LL" with happy little sigh this time
that brings tears into her eyes, "Pm not
Jealous now. wonder what she'll say to
your
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