The times., 1893-12-15

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$50 'gae;' V a ,ool ~,n roum
man have eve Aeen ana IN the meri
dian of his siren He>M gentlema,
by birth. The bl of ladies and.gS
tlemen for generatlvhs f1sws in his v6Al.
All. hal lots of girls IN his own set wor
stay at home and chase no more the po,
erty stricken duke if they thought the
was chance of catching Richard Nom
low. | have no objection to him., A. He j
everything admire and comnHhd
give my consent. rginia."
Since his illness Virginia had grow,
accustomed to treating her father like /,
pettish child. She went to him. lai,
both her warm palms on his bald crown
and smiling looked tenderly at him.
mo, daddy. don't want to marry
I'll stay with you yet awhile"
The sudden fury of his gaze was lik4
the leaping of an unlocked for fam,
from dead fire.
$50 you'll be a fool, will your You'l.
say no? You'll fling away wealth tina
could give me, in my last accursed days
a few of the luxuries was accustome,
to9 And why? Oh, you foolr' and his
blue. quivering lips seemed to spit ou,
the words, land why2 Because you a.
still thinking of that fellow, that scamp
that Murray, who gave you the go by.
Don't | know? You sentimental idiot.
he had no romantic memories to hold
him back! He has looked TO it that his
bread will be plentifully buttered. Read
today's paper. After splurge in Eu
rope, courtship on the steamer coming
home, he's going to marry General Bau
doine's widow-a woman worth mil
lions. Do you hear? Refuse to marry
Monklow, and I'll never forgive you"
.He was terrible sight in this sudden
spasin of rage-repression, his lifelong
habit, fallen from him like garment
loosed by his palsied fingers.
Virginia Strengthened her young figure,
her arms hanging loosely at her sides
and as white as "The Masker' laughing
beside her.
The patience and silence of the past
fed away like shades, and resistance,
"Then you'll never forgive me, for
do refuse" she said steadily, but scarce
ly louder than a breath. "What sort of
life have | lived here at your very side:
Will you hear. now, at last? You flung
away your money while you could. You
thought wholly of your pleasures. You
gave me nothing. You didn't think.
You didn't care. And | have worked
with my hands, my brain, at anything
could find to do--yes. often while YOU
slept. Now you have said all you could
to wound me-" and there was an angry.
sobbing break in the accusing voice. 81
could bear even that. But you shall not
take all, father-not my body. my soul
They are my own"
Everything was dark as she went
blindly from the room. She had faint
intention of going out in the rama
sense of supreme and awful loneliness.
The door closed upon her, and she would !
nave stumbled had not strong arms
caught her. She looked up and saw
Richard Monklow. One glance at his
lace, drained of the hue of life under.
heath the brown, the lips contracted, the
lind eyes sad, and she saw he had heard
Ill.
Il asked for too much. Forget my
words, Virginia" he said when he could
peak. Forget all save these-that |
AN only live if you will let me serve
'ou, see you sometimes, be near you.
in yours. Use me as you will"
CHAPTER XII
Delatole was dressing to dine out. As
% struggled with collar button he
urned his head to listen to the lazy Lit
I song coming from room across the
all. His face wore an ill humored
rown. 1t was very evident that the
ong and the singer impressed him with
quail unpleasantness.
"Do stop that humming, for Coda
ake!' he cried out at last. ,'sIt's enough
D drive one mad"
There was no reply, and a few mo-
ients later Tom lounged across the hall.
He was very different from the waver-
lg, tempted man who rushed from Vir-
inia's presence that snowy night almost
vo years before. His face had lost the [
ashing earnestness that rose from an
,static heart. It had taken on resolute l
nes and an expression of worldly sub l
ETY.. The cheeks were slightly hol- y
wed, the eyes placidly heavy, cold,
lowing the haggard lines of dissipation.
"Was singing? Iswear didn't know .
}" he said languidly. Ia
Delatole surveyed him with a cold, un-
anging glance. q
"Still in your blouse and slippers. !
ont you look In upon the theater par
at alll" q
II don't care hang about it,"
Aren't you afraid Mrs. Baudoine will n
nd out search warrant for your"
"Let her send" =
''Cool for prospective bridegroom"
Prospective idiotr' And Tom set Z,
d himself very comfortably ON his Ii
ck on low divan. "Tll never marry
8. Baudoine. As the girl in the song Fl
rs, Something tells me So Couldn't =
a, with your managerial tactics, help r.
out OF that scrapei You know she bs