Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-08-11
Like No Other Love.
by Charlotte NJ. Braeme.
CHAPTER VI.

People often wondered and asked
from whom Magg Wa,dron had in
henited her beauti ul face. Her
father John WaIdron the land
steward and agent of ord Stanleigh.
was commonplace man. active and
industrious and possess ng n certa n
amount of talent but without the
least approach 10 anything in the
way OF good looks. How came he TO
have a daughter whose beauty be-
wildered those who looked upon herP
Surely no ga ct Eng woman was
the mother o. that witch.ng girl! ii
John WaIdron had told the story OF
his life it would have been found
like mary otbers--a story OF years Of
lowly struggling and nonotonous
work. with one year OF fierce passion
ate love. There was u hidden ro-
nance IN his life now buried far out
OF sight-some story OF bealt ful
gypsy girl who had left her people to
follow him and had died within the
year.
! @ never alluded to it; and when
people spoke Of the wonderful lowell
ness of his daughter he thought of
that one year which had been Ike
heaven on earth TO him and said moth
ing lie had not had much educa.
ton. but he understood the manage
ment OF landed property WAS in
dustrious, honest and tru ,tworthy
therefore ord Stanleigh had chosen
him rs his agent and had been more
than pleased by the manner in which
he had discharged h duties
John Naldron had made no at
tempt at bringing up daughter
| himself He had intrusted her while
she was quite young 10 the care OF
his sister who had brought her up,
educated her. and kept her until her
death. When his sister diel John
Waldron's daughter came home, and
no one was mo aStonished than he
himself at her wonderful beauty. The
girl had been in some measure ruined
by her education. which had been
conducted on the 'genteer' principle.
She had not been taught so much the
difference between right and wrong
as between what the mistress OF
genteel or the reverse.
John Waldron was never quite at
ease with his beautiful daughter If
she had lived with him from her
childhood it wolld have been fer
ent; but she did not come to him until
she was nearly seventeen ami he was
BOT one of those men who gave TO "a
oh "a al 10 Ian yi.sb.n oil
wife
1t seemed strange to him at first TO
see the graceful figure fitting ABOUT
his house, to hear the brigAt snatche.
OF songs and the trills OF silvery
laughter to see little fem nine orna
ment lying here and there
He never attempted in any way TO
direct or shape her life she would
marry some day, no supposed and in
the meantime she could keep house
for him. lie wanted his break fast
ready at seven in the morning and
his supper at nine at night he
eXacted no more. She could spend
the ipterven n hours ~ she plea ed
lie did hope or one thing and it was
that when the time came for love
and marriage. she would say moth ing
to HIM. nor give him any trouble in
any way about it
John Waldron lived in smlll
house belonging to Lord Stanleigh.
which was situated to the south from
the county town of Armytage. Lord
Stanleigh had not as yet seen his
stewards beautiful daughter; but
Lord Stanleigh's valet had seen ana
fallen in love with her.
1t was no great con ,uest thought
Maggie 1.-The heart OF valet" and
she tossed her pretty head in dis
dam.
II she had learned nothing else
during the course OF n genteel educa.
tion. she had at least learned the
value OF n beautiful face; and she
know that there were few moro bea !.
tlful than hers
Herman West Lord S'aaleigh's
valet never spoke to any one OF the
treasure he had found in the small
house near the woods; but he 10 ed
the girl with 10 that was almost
terrible in It's force and strength. lie
knew that John Waldron was general
ly from home. and that Magg q was
there alone with the old servant
Jeanette; so there were few DAYS on
which he did not contrive TO pass by
the house TO leave presents OF fruits
or flowers for Maggie. II she were
linger NJ in tho garden he stopped
and talked to her. Dainty. beautiful
Maggie laugh at him. still, the
heart Of a valet she reflected was
better than nothing. the homage of u
valet better than no homage at all.
She never deceived him-never
pretended TO be even in the least
degree touched by b IS affsctio1 but
the man loved her with grim
determined, obstinate love that could
never change love that. from its
intensity. its stern. bitter jealousy,
would have frightened any girl who
understood human nature
In Maggie there was q certain
amount of ambition and passion; but
all her finer impulses had been
ms'hcrcd by the genteel element in
which she had been educated.
Maggie Waldron woke one July
morning n morning on which tho