Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-07-01
A LITTLE IRISH GIRL.
BY "The Duchess.n
CHAPTER XY-CoNr1Nrrn.

defeats itself 1t does not lay clear
the fact that love for him and want of
love for his rival had been the motive
power that worked her retur1.
There is dead silence when she
has finished her forlorn confession.
$50 you were afraid TO go in the
long rum" says he at last, his voice
stem.
afraid! No - yes" She began
boldly but now breaks down. "Yes,
l was afraid"
"And why have you told me this?"
"Oh, must | answer thatPn says
she. clasping her cold hands in front
of her. '"Surely you know. DO you
think l have not seen enough TO do
you thi1k | am without all feelingP L
spoke TO set you free"
$50 anxious for your own freedomp"
says he with sneer He filings the
now cold cigar over the balcony, away
into the dark beyond. "You are in
geniousness itself! to put it upon me
is good move. Wen, and so | am
to consider our engagement at an
endpn
"Of course" says she very bravely;
and in another moment to her intense
discontinue, finds that she is crying
bitterly, silently. desperately. SO ST.
lent is her crying that in the darkness
he is not aware OF it.
Il think you could have found an
easier, not to say more graceful way out
Of your difficulty" says he contemp-
iuously. A word to me would have
been enough. But | suppose l was
not worth even so much trouble TO the
girl who had promised to marry me?
You had promised, you know" trying
to see her face and speaking with
merciless persistency. I'D d you i'm
agine," bitterly, "that was so enam-
ored OF you that | would marry you
az inst your will? Great heavens
what a world this isr' He turns sud-
denly away from her stricken figure,
and begins To pace vehemently up and
down the balcony.
Here! come imp says he at last.
roughly. "Come in out OF this cold.
Faithless and worthless as l tn nix you
and know you, still you must live, |
suppose, to the undoing of other
menu
He had laid his hand on her arm, and
drawn her TO the open easement. The
lights from within falling more dis
tinctly on her face wakens him to ,he
fact that the tears are running down
her cheeks.
"You are crying" says he fiercely.
He lets her go. Crying for Eyre! He
curbs his passion by a supreme effort,
aud once again addressed her. His
voice now is under control, though
his eyes still show tho angry grief
that is consuming him.
IF you are crying for Eyre" says
he, that can soon be set right. To
judge by his manner last night"
He had betrayed himself! As if
struck, the girl starts back from him.
You were there saw-you
heard"
al saw: did not hear"
You knew, and let me speak!
Oh"
why should 1 not be silentP 1
waited"
WAITED? for what? Cou'd You
not" wildly, "have broken our en-
gagement instead of leaving me to do
'it?"
II could not" If she had not been
so overpowered with the fresh knowl-
edg', that meant so much fresh shame
she might have read between the ines
OF his short answer.
"Oh. you should-you should!' cries
she. weeping op My now.
Don't cry" says Anketell, catching
hold Of her. edo at! Am | not miser.
able enough? 1t can ali soon be set
right"
ss(lh naUap Davnrf1
81 tell you yes. You know his
address,"
"Hisp"
"Eyre's."
no"
''it can easily be discovered. how
ever"
81 don't want to discover it," slys
she, covering her face with her
hands.
Then why are you cryingp" asks
he cody. 'Let us. now that the
truth Ii bare between us, cease from
deception. Tell me this" his voice
growing almost frozen now, "when
you proposed To leave your homs with
him. where we're you q ingPp
TO his sister, Lady Stanuing,"
family.
''She had arranged TO receive you2"
''Oh. mol he-he only Fsettled about
our going the morning before ---'-left.
When was itP" YEARLY. 1t seems
long, long time ago."
IL dare say" grimly; "out tele-
gram mill bring him TO you in no
time. Well, and so you we to go TO
Lad Staining, in the middle OF the
night, without pr, ious arrangement
with her of any sortp'
so he said"
"Did II ever occur TO you that Lady
Staining might not be exactly pl ased
to receive an unknown young lady at
an hour appro4 ching midnightP"
81 did not think L"
'And he," with growiny wrath,
this precious lover of yours, did he
never think either? Did it never
dawn upon his vacant br lin what cul
de sac he was leading you into? Pah!
Mr.. Eyre may be the model VI all ,vir- |
tue, all genius in your eyes; in mine he
is merely tirst-class IDIOT
"Oh, y s." agreet she with a sob.
Anketell stopped as il struck He |
had expected vituperation. tears, sup |
port Of Eyre; but this -this open