Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-12-31
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ing was always rather painful proc
ess. Here, with the tender green Of
the young foliage quiz 'ering overhead,
and the May sunshine resting on the
broad space of sward in front of her,
she was feeling more like her old self.
And surely if Michael had not loved her
he would not have be- en- SO anxious to
tell her everything!
"You know" he be gan, show rapid
ly have been rising ever since I went
to Battersby's works. Old Battersby is
breaking down very fast; he has not
been the same man since his brother
died. 1t was after the brothers death
that Edward Battersby was taken into
partnership, and when his father dies
he will be the sole representative of the
firm
Olive was honestly trying to give him
her full attention, but all this was not
very interesting. Two girls went trip
ping by; they wore golden-brown frocks
and straw bonnets adorned with but
tercups that looked as if they had
been freshly gathered from the water
meadow at home. She could not help
wondering how much their costumes
had cost and signing for buttercup
bonnet. Then another girl came by
with her swain, and her dress was per-
fectly enchanting.
81 have made myself useful to Ed
ward Battersby in a hundred ways"
Micha6I went on. ''There is no need
to tell you how have managed to slip
into his confidence. He is weak sort
of fellow, and his brains are not half
as God as mine. He is glad enough to
use me and I let myself be used, but
only to serve my own ends by and by"
Olive glanced at him and saw smile
of self-satisfaction lowering round his
mouth and CLEAN of triumph in his
blue eyes. And all at once she remem-
bered that Lucy Cromer had not ad-
mired Michaels eyes, although she had
admitted that their color : beauti-
full. Lucy had said that they were cold,
and the remark had made Olive quite
angry. She hardly knew why such
this moment, but they panied her a
little.
IT shall be able to wind him round
my finger soon," he continued. "You
see L have always held myself well in
hand. Smiles says: 1T may be of com
paratively little consequence how
man is governed from without, whilst
everything depends upon how he gov
erns himself from within The man
who rises is the man who has learned
the secret of self-government. Now
Edward Battersby would never learn
that secret if he were to live hundred
years. He let's himself be swayed by
every whim that SEXES him. He graft
fies every passing desire and runs after
everything that attracts his eyes. 1
have a purpose, Olive, am treading
the road that leads up to it, and I never
turn aside from my path for single in
stant."
you are wonderfully strong, Michael
father always said So" cried Olive,
speaking straight from her heart.
81 should lose all my strength if
did not watch myself" he replied.
'You don't know how it weakens
man if he slackens his hold on self just
once"
Olive looked at him almost with
reverence; his words sounded so good
and wise and brave. A few moments
before, when she had caught that feet
ing expression of triumphant cunning
on his face, she had felt cold little
doubt creeping into her mind. But that
look was gone, and now she saw the