Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-05-20
engagements have been broken be-

.Not even If it were for her good"
Show should it be for her goodp"
"Happiness counts" says the young
err man quickly. "McDermot' (earn-
estly) 81 should not try to disarrange
your views for your daughner, If
could not offer as much as cause her
to lose. can make settlements"
''NO doubt, no doubt! That Is mat
ter. sir, for the lady you may choose TO
marry"
"Just so; that lady is your daugh-
ter"
There you make a mistake, Mr..
Eyre" said The Dermot distinctly.
''You will never marry my daughter
with my consent. With regard to her
own consent, that is already forfeited.
Her word is given to another. And
one word, sir; permit me to say that as
my guest you"
mo, shall not permit you" inter
rupted Eyre passionately. us every
sacred, earnest feeling to be ruled by
society's lawsp Your daughter is un-
happy. Surely there are occasions
when the best the most honorable
rules should be broken! And, know
ing her unhappy"
"You are eloquent, SIR" says The
McDermot, with a reserved smile.
''Forgive me if l break in upon your
admirable dissertation on the weak
points of society. "You say my
daughter is unhappy. May ask your
authority for that speech?"
Certainly" hotly. "She herself
has said SOP
Excellent authority indeed! My
daughter, grimly, sis evidently
greater fool than thought her!"
"You misjudge her." says the
young man, eagerly.
The McDermot let his eyes rest on
him for a moment. II can follow
your line of thought" says he, slowly,
THE woman who could appreciate
you could be no fool. Ell?
"Sir!" says Eyre, frowning.
'But are you SO sure OF her affec-
tionp Is every young girls first word
worthy of credit"
II desire to keep to the point" says
Eyre, little haughtily. 81 can offer
your daughter a position. /, on my
uncle's death. shall inherit a title. l
can offer her quite as much as Sir
Ralph can. L"
"Sirw interrupts The McDermot,
sternly, IF you could make her
duchess, should still decline your
proposal. My daughter has given her
word to marry Sir Ralph Anketell.
and by that word she shall abide!'
So it is all over, then-in that quar-
ter, at all events. Eyre, having bow
ed himself out Of his hosts presence,
after forcing himself, as in duty bound,
to make courteous Acknowledgement
of hospitality received, which ac-
acknowledgements has been as courteous
ly accepted, has sent message to the
village for trap to take him and his
belongings to the inn down there as
soon rs may be. He is raging with
indignation and disgust. That old
Goth! He will give his daughter to u
man she hates just because in a fool
ish moment the poor girl has been CO.
creed into an engagement with him.
Never had the spirit of Don Quixote
been so strongly reproduced as in Mr..
Eyre's heart at this moment He will
come to her aid, father or no father!
| What! would any man stand still and
see girl wautonly, deliberately sac
rifced, and not put out a hand 10 help
to saveg If so, his name is not Luz
Glen Eyre
TO see Dulcinel is. however, neces-
sary. She must be made cognizaat OF
the plot laid against her happiness.
| Up to this, poor child, she has re-
garded her engagement as usual
thing, If hateful; but she must now
learn that force will be employed if
she refuse to go calmly to the altar
with that abomination. Sir Ralph.
He has only just stepp into the
corridor when he mes face to face
witt he.
"Well, I've seen your father" says he.
''What! Oh, nOr' st, s she.
Yes, | have; d a bigger old
beg your pardon. But"
HE says l must hold to my engage
m mt W ih Sir Ralph"
He sa's + at, and that only. II
you were a slave, he could no have
made it more distinct that you wer.
without power in tn matter"
Sure y, gro ing very pale, you ex-
aggernte littl'. A slave! Whose
slaveP"
IS Ra ph's present., il you don't
| Jdkc SWllJ iHedSuTcS I'd ITec 'OUTSOlI.
Dulcie you trust mo. dom youp
Come away 18th me. Come this even
ig. There is a train at h III past SIX;
me me there, and"
And whatp'
"rll take you up TO town 70 my
sisters, &C we Can o married t.
morrow morning"
married to-mor ow morning! And
and he"
He" mea ing her father. she how
ever, had not meant rer father. why,
he deses es all n, will get-no more"
"True. true!" sass she, as il tr, ing
to work herself up to The necessary
p int of valor. "A slave, you said.
, But still"
"Dulc nea! Dulcinea!" roars some
one in o distance. 1t was tie voice
of GOth!"
Hes calling me; must go!' says
she, taking her hand away from Eyre
in lit 10 frign ened fashion.
.Remcmber. whispers no, holding
: or bv the 81 eve, ''remember the train;
the station is only mile from this;
$50. k ep it n m nd. l shall be there.