Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1891-01-15
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you think And his business 2?
Something about glass, believe.
Glass And his property-.has he
got anyF'
4 don't know, SAID Marion, frowning
at last. He doesn't talk about himself
all the time
For reasons, doubtless,' said Aunt
Paulina, looking rigid. Marion listen
to me, child | cannot consent to sit
still and see--A young man of whom
we know nothing. and YOU. Marion,
with your beauty and amiability, and
with my money secured to you Mar
ION, you owe something to me--some
consideration, some Obedience
Aunt Paulna was growing flushed
and incoherent, and since Marion knew
about what she was going say, it was
as well that Sarah came just then to
make an inquiry, aud that Aunt Paul.
ina found it necessary to go back with
her.
Marion sat like a pale. wiae-eyed
statue. What should she do: The mild
lines of her sweet mouth would have
made it clear to an observer what she
would do. She would go with her
Aunt Paulina, of course what else?
She had never yet Thought of opposing
her. She owned her everything, and
she had always hitherto put faith in her
judgment.
But us to this about John Gordon :?
She would have to go-have to leave
Rocky Beach to day-have to leave
John. But give him up? Never
never She would write to him-do
anything and everything. But go she
must. Aunt Paulina was making
preparations Sarah was packing; and
Marion looked off toward the rolling
surf with distressed and sombre gaze
her red lips a qnlver.
She did not see her Aunt Paulna
agaln till three o'clock that afternoon,
! which was agreea ole both to herself and
to Aunt Paullna. For Aunt Paulinas S
plans went like clock-work. Trunks
were packed and bills were paid and a
cab engaged, and at three O'Clock Aunt
paulina saw her nelce into 1t and sat
down herself, aud drew sigh Of relief
folded her hands.
'Eipiey, Mrs. Dawson writes, she be-
can, cheertullv, is livclness itself.
The Cheevers are there, and the Longs.
Henry Cheever, you know, has just re-
turned from abroad-a very pleasant
Young man, and that Long must be
twenty-six or seven by this time.-And
there will be others, Of course. | am
sure you will be glad thought CT going
All Young girls have their foolish mo-
mentS, Marion. and you have had yours
and you will yet be grateful
The station was close at hand, aud
| Aunt Puullna's reassurlng remarks
we're interrupted.
The three ten, she said to the station
agent, as she sat down in the waiting
! room,-'ls it on time
The three, eight. do you mean,
ma am :: he responded, Its just gone,
ma am this minute. The three fifty is
the next, ma am
Who told Inc it was three ten" said
Aunt Pauiina, sternIy. But nobody
had. Forty minutes, What an as5ra-
vation, Sarah, get the tckets..'
She settled into displeased silence
dspleased and uneasy. Her brow was
! iulrowed, and her eyes rovcd toward
the door apprehenslyeIy.
She was i'll at ease, quiet Marion
reflected, for fear poor John Gordon
would put in appearance.
John Gordon did not, but what was
almost as bad, Mr.. Lamb did.
Mr.. Lamb, in a very thin suit, but
perspiring still with the combined
pressure of the heat and hundred and
eighty pounds, came putting in, bought
a ticket, and sat down and famed him
self with his hat and newspaper.
'Ah, Mrs. Field and Miss Taylor?' he
exclaimed. "Whither away ?-I am
bound for the city for half an hour
Hot day, but Iye something | can t
neglect. John Gordon promised to 60
with me. Where is the rascal? Train
in ten minutes. Where is he, Miss
Taylor? You ought to know
He came over and sat down beside
them-,arge, cheerful and SMILING.
Aunt Paulina frowned, but she might
as well have smiled Mr.. Lamb behaved
as though she had.
You oughl to know, young lady, he
insisted, jollily. Keeps you informed,
doesn't he }? How do you like him,