Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-10-22
sadly afeared she have, for she started

''sadly afeared she have, for she started
well-nigh an hour agone.''
''Yet my orders to be called were
positive" Arundel said, fercely. ''You
presume too much on your position to
set at naught my wishes. I tell you,
Bladon, I will not be treated like a
child"
can wunnot rouse thee out of a
sound sleep, when thou hast lost half
the night tossin' an maulin' in thy
bed" Bladon asserted, sturdily.
Perhaps from long experience George
Arundel knew that it was useless to
argue with his faithful servant; per-
haps he was too chagrined to trust him
self to speak; anyhow, he sat for
many minutes in sullen silence, Bladon
the meanwhile lighting his pipe and
calmly awaiting the result of the young
mans cogitations. But he waited in
vain; his companion had not word to
say. Now, if Arundel had roundly
abused him he would have taken the
scolding with Indifference, but to see
him sit there in sullen brooding
touched the old mans heart, for he
loved George as his own son. His
anxiety at last broke forth in a petulant
wall.
Master George, Master George, 1
telPee this wunnot do, worritin' the
flesh off thy bones over a pretty face
which thee cannot see-more's the pity
Dang the women, say, with their
winsom ways putting a glamor over
the best of men. I bean't much of
scholard, but I know enough to tell'ee
that we must ma bide at this place any
longer"
An amused smile played on the young
mans lips as he answered:
''Bladon, my kind old friend, firmly
believe you are Jealous of Miss Airing
tons attentions to me-
jealous, indeed!'' the old fellow
grunted.
Eyes, you are jealous as schoolboy
in his puppy love, wild if anybody comes
near the object of your affections. You
literally cannot bear me to be depend
ent on anyone but yourself. Now sure
ly may express gratitude to young
lady, who has shown me so many kind
nesses, without being in love with her"
can bean't ye in love with her, Mas
ter George? Bean't We mautherin' after
her this mint, like sick calf after it's
mother? I've no patience with such
COINS on
And what if ami Arundel cried, in
burst of uncomfortable passion. do
you think that because 1 am blind to
the beauty of her person have no per-
ccption of the sweet qualities of her
mind? There is no use trying to con-
ceal it from myself or you-God help
me. 1 do love Wanda Arlington with
my whole heart and soul; love her with
all the ardor of passion pent up by
| the forbidding barrier of my terrible
misfortune"
''There, there" old Bladon moaned,
holding up his hands in dismay. 81
knew how it would be when 1 saw thee
danglin' at her heels day after day. l
telPee her hath bewitched thee, lad,
an"
"She has done nothing unbecoming
the swee innocence of her pure nature.
Is it her fault that she is lovable? You
might as well blame the violet for its
perfume or the nightingale for its mel
, ody as Wanda Arlington for her perfec-
ton
'Oh, Lord, he's got it bad" Bladon
| groaned.
But" Arundel continued, 81 am
man enough to bear my cross. Even if
1 thought that in her ineffable pity she
would marry me I am not base enough
to ask the sacrifice
''The Lord forbid!" Bladon calculated
with such junction that George Arundel
could scarce repress a smile.
, Eyes, dismiss from your mind all
| thought of Wanda Arlington ever being
, my wife, old friend,'' he said, cheerily,
| for his long years of self-negation had
I schooled his mind to constant exercise
Of a philosophy which robbed the bit
tercst disappointments of life of hall
their sting. ''She has given me the
blessed promise to be my sister; SO yor
must be content to keep my secret anc
let her share with me your
"Sister!" Bladon interrupted with re
newed disgust. $50 it's got to that, has
it? Sister indeed! They all begin the
game that way. I know what a girl
means when she says she'll be your sis
ter-it means, Master George, that be