The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-05-28
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Mark Boyd's tale, however, happened
for once to be true. To explain it prop
erly we must go back two days-the one
before Nelly Henstock paid her visit to
poor, deformed Hugh Bruce.
The same sun that streamed down
cheerfully on her as she wended her way
TO the Bruce's streamed down on Cox
moor, the seat of Sir Henry Gunton, in a
distant county. CoxmOor was only two
stories high, and being d long red brick
house, gave the impression of lying low
There were gables and turrets to its two
wings, and small turret in the middle
which bestowed on it a somewhat Gothic
aspect. No steps assembled to the house.
The lower rooms were on a level with the
ground outside Extensive grounds be-
longed to it. Gathering clematis,
which trailed up to the walls on the
southern side of the house, was young
girl-a very handsome girl of II, with
naughty eyes and still more naughty air
She wore a simple dress of blue serge, but
had she been decled out in diamonds she
could not have carried herself with
greater Importance
'Maisie, is that yOu.'
A gentleman unheard by her had ridden
up on horseback. He threw himself from
the horse and approached her eagerly.
She betrayed no establishment, though it
was impossible but that she must have
felt some.
Mr. Boyd" she said coldly
Say Mark" he whispered, persua-
sivcly. He was young, of medium hight
vain and good looking. His complexion
was pale. Hair, whiskers and mustache
were of light brown.
Where is Milly, Mr.. Boyd, have you
seen her? She is in the woods yonder,
looking for you"
u have not returned thus early from
Balkham merely to hunt for Miss Gunton
MaiSie, YOU know i'll want YOU" With
d passionate word he seized her hand, and
would have raised it-she checked him.
Stay, Mr.. Boyd" she said, haughtily
'there must no longer be misunderstand-
ing between US, Yesterday you quarreled
with George Trevoryan, and asserted that
you had the right to espouse my cause. ="
He has told you! the sneak. III pay
him off. L have right to champion
YOU"
Pardon me, as I read it, you have
none The gentleman whom 1 mean to
marry will have that alone"
And Maisie,' passionately, "that will
be me-"
Never" she replied, curtly
After the way you have drawn me
on" he burst out angrily, you tell me
never coldly in cold blood All l see,
this George Treveryan is preferred"
Maisie Gunton put her small basket of
flowers deliberately on the gravel path
Laying her hand on Mark Boyd's
shoulder coaXingly, and with a care she
seldom nt oh
Now you are unfair. Listen to reason
have never given you the slightest en-
enlargement. George Treveryan and
We're attached months before Charlie
brought you to Coxmoor. He was not
rich enough to propose, and my having
wealth only made the matter worse.
FATHERS great ambition has been that
should marry Horace BERTHE. He would
nave refused me to George. We know that,
put George had expectations from an uncle
In the West Indies. 50 we resolved to
wait"
You are young for such assembling"
sneered Mark
The brilliant carmine flushed her
Cheeks. She knew she had dis
sembled, and that to blind her
IaJher she had encouraged Mark-hor
DfoUher's college friend. He had been a
convenient stop gap. She dared not
openly show her love for George, and she
would not receive Horace Bertle's atten-
tions.
Charlie should have told you how the
land lay" she said.
Mark flung her hand off with force in
his storm of passion.
Charlie should have told" he re-
peated, mockingly, that is just the way
WIN you women, you ever blame any but
yourselves George might well be
triumphant The tables shall turn. l
warn you he is not to be conqueror. l
wan contest nay right to you if have to
Io-shoot him"
Maisie Gunton lost her temper in her
Culn Her concession, so rarely offered,
TO DC treated thus cavalierly,
Shoot him yOu-n measuring Mark
WIN her eyes scornfully from head 10
loot bah am not afraid Of you. They
are ~ the home cover"
Without another word Mark Jumped on
rs horse and rode 20 the stables.
Stalsle stopped and picked up her basket
Vi MOVERS, rearranging them ere she pro-
NvcCeu with her occupation.
one was not annoyed on the whole that
She had spoken out. Mark Boyd now un-
eefsloOd that he had no chance. Ger
Gilhly he had been rude but as for heed
Ms ms threats she had no intention Of 50
Maisie, where are you2" IS the voice,
atl TOO well loved, fell on her ears, her
'SAa grew damask, her eyes danced ana
lovely face was all dimplca.
q, iiero' George. gathering clomatls.
'No 4Rht sou had gone long since
- mad, pet, bat came back catcnsi-
T" tAange my boots " realty W see