Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-23

more" Mrs. Brothertoft said, with her
half sneer.
mot when / can get roses"
His look with this brought fire into
Lucy's cheeks
mo" resumed he; 81 should be glad
enough to help burn the dashed rebels
houses over their heads, ard them, too,
in their beds. Here's confusion TO 'em,
and luck to Jack Burgoynel hate the
vulgar 'varmint' But l don't want TO
leave good dinner to see bonfres. /
know where I'm well off, and going to
be better. Eth, Miss Lucyy'
Her heart began to throb and her
head to ache at once.
"This goose has got a bark on thick
as au oak tree" continued the valiant
trencherman, making an incision. Give
me another cut o. Deef-the red, with
plenty of fat and plenty of gravy, if you
please, my mamma that shall be. l
need support when the parson opens his
batteries tomorrow. Eth, Miss Lucy?
With this ring thee wed, and with all
my worldly Hain't got any goods.
III endow you with all my worldly debts
and tell the Jews TO shift the security.
Haw, hawr
He laughed boisterously.
This coarse pRan stirred up echoes of
repulsion in Lucy's heart.
How she longed TO fling defiance at
himl Patience-she almost bit the word
in two with her teeth set hard upon it.
| One rash expression would be ruin; but
| great redhot shotof scorn burned within
| her. She discovered that there was
strong language in her vocabulary. It
grew significant to her now. She was
beginning to half understand herself at
last. When the boiler grows hot the
water feels its latent steam.
"Am the same beingg" she thought.
cam the meek Consent have pitied
and wept with so long? No; l have
ceased to be q spiritless nobody. / am
almost sorry that help from without
is coming to me. / should like to stand
up now and say: Madam, Of you as a
woman l will not speak-as a mother
you are a tyrant and defyyou. defy
you and this brute, not half so base as
you, whom you have dared TO name by
the sacred name. Of lover, whom you
have called in to aid you in dishonoring
your child Yes; l could almost say
that to her now. Is it possible? Is il
possible that a woman can so hate a
woman? / never felt what the sanctity
Of my womanhood was until now-nov
that perceive this miserable plo
against it."
This defiant mood was strong within
her. But presently, as she looked a
Kerr, growing redder with too mucl
dinner and too much wine, laughing a
his own coarse jokes and throwing a
her great vulgar compliments; ant
when all at once, in contrast, rose tn
figure Of the other major as she ha'
painted him, disgust so mastered he
that she sprang up, pleaded a headache
and fed to her chamber, to wait an,
hope and doubt and pray alone.
"Megrims again" said the lover sulk
! lily, as she disappeared. Il don't like il
She didn't run away from Jack Andr
yesterday"
sob, let her amuse herself with head
aches, if she pleases," said the lady @
the manor. 81 understand the child.
saw her this morning over her weddin
dress. She is as eager for the happ
moment as any lover could wish"
80 you think she shams coyg"
Eyes" said Mrs. Brothertoft; and sh
was willing to believe it.
"Well, good night, pretty creature
Let it go up stairs and think how sweC
, it will look tomorrow in its silks an
laces. What, are you going too, m
mamma
eyes. Take your glass Of win
quietly. We will have supper late.
, am going to doze little in the parlo
l dreamed troublesome dreams La
night"
by Georger said Kerr, as she close
, the door. splendid womanl Twice 4
/ handsome as the Duchess of Gurgoyl
l suppose she thinks the Kerrs will tai
her up when she goes to England. n
ma'aml We can't quite stand tina
You got all you can expect out of IL
, when you've married off your daught'
, on me. Now, then, it's going to I
, solemn business, drinking alone"