The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1892-07-30
CHAPTER VII.
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| Margaret was standing in a veritable
shower of sunbeams, when Brian, act
ing on Miss Hilton's hint, found her I'M
| der the trees.
How perfectly charming" he cried,
gazing, not at the temptingly spread
table, but at Margaret, whose lovely
! face seemed to gain new beauty from
her surroundings. What delightful
surprise you have prepared for u.s.
| feel hungry and almost happy
You have II peculiar way of express
! ing yourself, Cousin Brian. Are hun
| ger and happiness associated in your
mind? l am glad you can laugh. Dole
| full people give me the blues. and grim
| looks are not in keeping with this bright
! sun"
| Neither is my heart, for that matter.
| l have 50 much to make me miserable.
You, everything to make you happy"
Il, she echoed, with a slight trcmor.
Il make my own happiness.
! Il don't know how you manage" he
returned gloomily. Il never get what l
want"
Then why not be satisfied with what
! you get? 1t is much more philosoph-
| zeal.
How can you speak so lightly" he
said with abrupt warmth. 1T maddens
me to hear you. What has philosophy
| to do with misery? Are you always
happy? Do you never know the mean
| ing of regret"
L wish you'd be more careful" she
! said with assumed anger. You are
/ sitting on the end of the table cloth, and
l shouldn't be surprised to see every
dish in your lap next. l wonder why
| men are 50 awkward.
| And 1 wonder why you are so heart
! less. Your mind is taken up with table
cloths, while / Oh, Margaret, how
you hurt me"
Annoyed at the drift of the conversa-
ton, Margaret made no pretense of an
swerng but kept her ewes fixed upon
the house in the hope OF Miss HiltOn's
| appearance. Noting her Indifference,
Brian continued in the same passionate
| strain.
Why are you SO bitter and scornful?
! Why do you delight in torturing me'
! Have you no heart? You can not real
iZe my longing, and you will never SYM
pathize with me. l am tired Of being
spurncd and despised. / have some
! pride, and I'll not stay another night
under your roof I'll go this afternoon;
then you'll be rid of me.
And if | don't wish to be rid of YOU
SO soon?" she questioned with an effort
You told me you would stay until to-
morrow, and l hope you will keep your
word. Besides, l wish" She hest
tated. Il wish to talk with you," she
concluded with another effort. Il shall
be in the library at g. or half past. Will
you come TO me there?'
He looked at her in some surprise,
but her eyes were turned aside and she
was busying herself with some arrange
ment about the table.
Your request is law to me-" he an
swered in a low voice. Il am always
happy TO do something for you"
And l am always ready to appreciate
your effort. was the quick reply.
She turned away with a sigh of re-
lief. Miss Hilton had just left the
house. and was approaching them, so
| there was no further excuse for tete-
a-tete.
At O'Clock the same afternoon Brian
entered the library to find Margaret
seated at table drawn close 10 an open
window
From her position she could see the
wealth and beauty of Elmwood, spread
like a map before her It's acres of
woodland, timbered by magnificent
trees; its broad extent of orchard,
clothed in a wilderness of bloom and
its terraced garden sloping to the river,
winding among the uplands, and reflect
ing sparkling vistas from chain of
beautiful hills.
Further away lay broad sweep of
unduating land, with the village in the
foreground, and seyond many a neat
cottage. smart in It's coat Of paiat, or
pretent.ous mansion, browning COZ.
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