Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-12-27

what an ugly, vular word! And to
say 1t OF Sir James, who holds such a
good position here, and is Mr.. Thorn
sons father, too! Rody, I'm ashamed
OF you"
"And Bella is more than ashamed,
angry. Oh, Bell, and with sudden
sense Of brotherly tenderness, half re-
greet half conjunction, he laid his
hand on her shoulder, "ha e you thor
oughly considered this marriage? Are
you quite sure OF the young man him.
self? These things run in families.
Suppose he should even turn out a
drunkard-like this father"
"Stuif and nonsense" said Bella,
SHARPLY. And even If Sir James does
enjoy his glass -why-so do many other
gentlemen 1t isn't like a common
man, you know, who never knows when
to stop. Now, sir James does. He Is
not drunk, as you call it, only
merry"
"Roderick," said his mother-and
when she gave him his full name he
knew she was seriously displeased -
the Thomsons are one OF the first
families in Richerden, and live in the
best style. Isabella Is making the most
satisfactory marriage of all her sisters,
and des re you VIII not say one word
against it,"
Very WELL mother" And with q
hopeless sigh Roderick changd thee
conversation.
mother, have you thought over what
] said this morning about going to
Switzerland" said he, impelled by the
sad longing of much-worried people to
run away. Because, sine then,
have found an added reason for my
Quincy" And he gave her the two
letters which had come on from Cam
bridge. Il suppose you had not heard
OF Miss Jardine's death, or you would
have put of the dinner-party?"
"Why SO? She was only poor rela-
tion, Nobody knew anything about her
here. Fer death was not even put in
the newspapers.
Then you did know OF it? But,
of course, one could not mourn for u
person whose death was not imror-
tant enough to be put in the news
paper.
Mrs Jardine looked puzzled, as sho
often did when her gentle-speaking
Lad" spoke in that way; she could not
make out whether he was in jest or in
earnest!
WE'LL, &C, if you like. But it's just
a wild-goose chase; that's what | call
it,"
80 do l, mother. Only I'm not the
hunter; I'm the wild goose, and want
70 tnlya a rood lana, Aiob+ and e+ra+nh
my wings. Then I'll come back as
tame as possible, and settle down in
the dullest and smoothe,t of ponds
He determined to 60 the very next
day, to visit BIackhall, which he had
never yet seen, and knew little about,
for his father rarely named it, though
it had been the home of the Jardines
for many generations Also, they must
have had a burial-place, for he had
some recollection of his fathers hav-
ing once expressed wish to be there,
only his mother had overrued it in
favor of the grand new cemetery on
the outskirts OF Richerden, where she
had afterward erected q beautiful
white marble sarcophagus with an urn
at the top. What matter? Henry
Jarline slept well. And far away,
somewhere beyond those moonlight
mountains-near the very places where
they might have played together as
children, or walked together as young
people-slept also Cousin Silence.
But the waking? If it be possible
that the life to come shall heal some
of the wounds of this life-oh, the
heavenly waking!
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