The morning call., 1892-09-19
GERALD'O GRANDMOTHER.

depend upon It. Barbara" said Ralph
Penpiford. hes only amusing himself
with YOU! It's the way these fine city gen.
tIemen Go when they come down TO the
country"
Rsrbara Wynvard's brilliant eyes. soft as
velvet. and friuged with long, let-Dlaek
Iashes sparkled omnously'
"How dare you speak 80 TO me, RalphY"
she flashed out 81 will thank you TO nina
your own affairs for the future and let me
sIoner'
the flushed, beautiful countenance OF the
girl: ,.o porhora once
meant the same thingF lie retoIteu'
''0nce is not now J.
81 know il. Barbara" and Mr.. Penniferd
turned away, feeling hlmseH uIsmIsSou'
after the most regal fashion.
the crimson zephyr wool wherewlth Bar
a cOouettish little three-cornered hood De-
came sadly entangled after Ralph was gone,
and finally Barbara threw 1t aside IN pei
ole wouldn't dareW she thought TO her
self latter all ne has said and looked ana,
after all. why shouldn't be marry me am am
mot pretty enough TO be any mans wife?
And the mirror to which she instantly
appealed for confirmation answered her
When Mr.. Egerton strolled around that
evening to ask Barbara 70 walk on the sea-
shore with him, he thought ne had never
seen her look so beautiful.
ssShe onCbt 20 have been called Delish,
he said to himself, ''Or judith: or Miriam.
Surely. she has Jewish blood In her veins
Netther had be ever known her so absent
minded. -
Barbara" be said at length, what IS the
matter with you Tonight"
As he spoke be stopped on level stretch
of sandy beach. and the slvery light OF the
newly risen moon enhanced the beauty OF
the dark, radiant face al his side.
Barbara lifted her eyes to his-deep,
ouivering wells of fire.
"Shall l tell you tie truth?'
"Yes"
well then, was wondering where all
this would end-this walking and singing,
and boating. and delicious dreaming away
Of summer evenings
End Mr.. Egerton repeated, rather uG-
easily why, where should IL end, Bar
bara?"
said. quietly. "Do you mean TO make me
your wife or-are you merely amusing
yourself, as people say you are?''
81 wish people would be good enough TO
mind their own business" said Mr.. Eyer
ton, feeling himself to be growing uncom-
fOTtably warm.
Il know, but this Is my business. said
Barbara, firmly. You have told me a
good many times that you loved me. What
does it all amount to?'
Upon my word. Barbara, you are taking
matters very seriously.
IAN II"
"I-I-of course, you must know-its
very awkward 10 expect fellow TO explain.
! haven't cent of my own-entirely de-
4 IF.Fh Fhor I
word, and he's hale fellow Of 80. with 30
idea of taxing of his shoes before he goes
to bed. as people say. Hal ha! ha!'
''Xen?'
"Weii-and so. of course, Pm not In a
position to marry; and even If l were"
"Yes. even if you wereP Go on; l am
''TO be frank with you, Barbara. 1
shouldn't pick my wife off the sea-sands
of little fishing village. | expect style
and connection and the other accompanl-
ments of a fashionable life when l marry"
Exactly so," said Barbara, with a quiet
seorn. Suppose, then, we part"
'As friends?"
''No; as enemies %
you little tigress," laughed Mr.. Eyer
ton, feigning the off-hand ease OF manner
he was far from feeling Il do believe
your eyes shot fire then"
Perhaps they did | aE only woman;
If 1 were man should knock you down !"
And Barbora Wynyard turned and
quietly walked away.
Gerald Egerton looked after her with a
curious feeling, half admiration, half fear,
stirring his heart
"By Jove, she's beautyr he thought.
''If she only had been rich, instead of poor;
and If only had not been dependent on
my grandfather"
And Mr.. Egerton felt dissatisfied equally
with fate. himself and Barbara Wynyard.
rhor mt hoV md nod fh1 81
"Diary" In which she was wont. after the
fashion Of romanticslly disposed young
ladies, TO record such emotions and expert
enees as are capable Of being put into writ
ten words, and wrote therein, with the date
seven words:
81 will be avenged on Gerald Egerton."
And If any one had seen her face, as she
closed the book, they would have been con-
vtnced that she meant to carry out her pur-
pose.
'T am not a man." she thought, looking
out into the moonlight, with two red spots,
like Goals of FIRE, burning on her cheeks,
''but there are other and subtler ways of be-
ing avenged than belong to mere brute
force. he has mortified and made me suf-
fer. / will have my turn yet"
Mr.. Egerton left Beachwold the week.
''The season was getting on" he said. "and
the place was getting slow" And so per-
haps II was, for the exciting element of
beautiful Barbara Wynyard's companion
ship was lacking He went home to New
York.
"You had better take tour through Eu-
rope" advised Mr.. Clarethorne, that bale,
handsome man. who enjoyed the honor of
being Gerald EgertOn's grandfather. "You
are not deriving any benefit from the gam
Lighthouses here"
Just as you say, sir" said Gerald. who
had been taught in all things to defer to the
wishes Of his wealthy progenitor. And he
went accordingly.
1t was Just year afterward when sitting
at bis late breakfast OF claret grapes and
broiled birds In Floreutine villa, Mr.. Eyer
ton broke open the seals of a packet of home
letters and grew whittier than the carved
marble vases among the lime grooves out
side.
"What's up Egerton?" asked Mr.. Vane,
his friend and fellow traveller.
''The meanest trick that ever was played
on fellow" gasped Gerald, tearing at his
Decklie. Hes going to be married..
"Your grandfatherP"
"Yes."
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