The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-11-13

every minute of the day, and"-pressing
her closer, closer to his bosom land
yearn for the day to end"
Even when dull men come in to talk
attorney talks of deeds and mortgages and
wills and such horrid thngs?"
"By. the way, darling" said the en-
shared old man. II have ordered the will
to be drawn and"-
She laid her dimpled hand lightly across
his lips.
horrid things" she said, and nestled
nearer to him and hid her face on his neck
and let her bosom rise and fall against his
own as if the very though filled her heart
with sobs.
He stroked her glossy hair and pitied
"rhere, "said he. 1--WE won't talk of such
things now"
II am little simpleton," she said, sit
ting erect. II should think you would
despise such weakness. ThereW shaking
herself. II will be brave. See how brave
l can bel Tell me all about it il it is any
thing l oughg to know"
alt is only that my attorney is drawing
my will, as promised you he should, SO
that when l am gomez
She shuddered and put her face in her
hands.
900 on" she said. ~ will be brave"
when am gone you will have every
thing"
"Oh, you naughty man. to do such q
thing and make me feel how little de-
serve such beautiful love and confidence.
Therei and there! and therei"
She pressed three warm, lingering kisses
squarely on his grateful lips, and with
tears-real tears-glistening in her eyes,
ran from him to her own room. He would
have followed her. but she closed the door
and turned the kew.
poor little darling" he said-and every
word was a moan of pity-"she loves me
80. and she must have her little cry alone.
could almost cry myself"
How bitterly or how joyously Mrs.
Whitfield wept We may never know, but
half an hour later she sat in the drawing
room chatting with Eugene as gayiy as if
she had never known q sorrow, and there
was no red about her eyes.
Emily was there. too, but she said little.
She had been reared by an English
mother. and although she was now %
years of age, she had not outlived those
early lessons which had taught her that
girls should not have opinions. or If they
ventured so far as to have them. must not
express them without the sanction of their
parents, 10 WhVuA thVii hASs NuNy AhSss
ever be que.
The quick perceptions of the stepmother.
however. did not fail to note that Emily
was pleased to be in the presence Of Eu-
gene Logan, and that his rich voice Was
grateful music to her ears. Emily herself
did not know this. Perhapsit is because
woman's heart is so full OF tears that
the spark of true love must shoulder long
in il before the flame by which she reads
her emotion can be- lighted.
But Eugene Logan knew that Emily was
his DESTINY This had been limited 10 him
three years before. Now he saw that the
hand of fate had guided him back 10 her
and to happiness. Love. no less than grief,
makes fatalists of men. he could not live
without her, he thought, and so, OF course,
she must in tine be his.
For weeks he went gladly, confidently.
about his work. He WAS laying the strands
which were TO make the rope he was to
pull when the time came for the greas
financial coup. Almost every day sum
of money came 10 him from America. and
he scattered il as quietly as possible
among the great banks of the metropolis:
Nobody not even Mr. Whitfield, suspected
the vast amount that lay here and there
10 the credit OF the great house and subject
to young Iogaa's cheek.
At last one day Eugene, riding home IN
Mr. Whitiield's carriage, said;
''Mr. Whitfield. have remained at yonl
house longer than intended TO. and 1t !:
time that ! gave You She reason why.
love your daughter"
Mr.. Whitfield was not unprepsred FOL
| this declaration. lie must have been
blind not To have seen what he now heard
And had he beer blind he still would have
known. for Mrs Whitfield had keen eye:
and "a tongue To- talk.
Emily Is gIi whom any man NIGH