The record-union., 1894-04-14

could understand what sacrificing really
means"
My shoes have pinched hard enough,
thank you, Mrs. Drugget." returned Miss
Camper defiantly.
''Toil and moil," continued Mrs. Drug
get in lofty disdain of the interruption,
''and run and trot, and stay up nights for
sick man, day in day out, year in year
out, is where sacrifice that is sacrifice
comes in. And what do l get for it? l
lose my only mainstay, my daughter
Hetty, on that upstart Cogieigh favorite,
Robert Forsyth; l get my lovely home
broken up, and now Pm dragged off
here, and no knowing what'll happen.
Pay for it? You'll see whether Pll
make Slipson Cogleigh pay for it,
thought
The remaining vultures were awakened
to active reassertion by Mrs. Druggeps
heated remarks. They comprised Mr..
ald Mrs. Chillilip Clingsly. Mrs Cling
sly, who forever insisted that she was
but weak vessel in the hands of Provl-
dence, was in reality powerful woman
in the bonds of wedlock with the agent
of the National Board Of Heather Help
ers, over whose chalky face and mum
mied form, discarded by the cannibals"
was plainly written. But he was one of
those wiry, silent little tentacles of hu-
man steel that eleemOsynary national
boards throw out and fasten upon posSi-
bilIties of charitable bequests, and which
cling there as renorselese as death itself.
He seldom more than tiInidly suggested
to the weak vessel beside hlm, VINO rep
resented third branch of the Coglelgh
family, and who providently carried
foolscap paper and stylographic pen in
her reticule, at all times ready for the
supreme moment when Slipson Cog
leigh should be sufficiently alarmed by
the action of his dichrotic pulse to exc
cute'his will.
Sacrificing and suffering" remarked
Mrs. Clingsley with a measured wheeze,
happen to be counted where counting's
done, for what's really in 'em. SlipSOn
has told me as much many times. His
minds made up ladies. Don't think
because | am n weak vessel Pm not fully
acquainted with all your moves. Slip
son is, too. He'll remember his real
friends
"And the Board" interposed Mr..
Clingsly meekly.
Certainly, the Board. He's told me
as much"
The four grim sentinels here relapsed
into silence, and their usual expressions
OF scorn and defiance, consisting of shrug-
gingS, excited head trem blingS and sup
pressed snortings on the part of the Ia
dies, and the closing of Mr.. Clingsly little
eyes with the opening of his thin lips,
which, on such occasions, Invariably
softly hummed the pleasant melody of
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand
while the tips of his gaunt fingers tapped
clickingly upon his empty spectacle case,
held with military air squarely against
his thin little chest.
There was something charming whole
some, hopeful and good about the re-
manning two of the Cogeigh party.
These were MIR. Robert Forsyth, hearty,
healthy, tine; recently out of the univer-
sity, and covered all over with the un-
mistakable insignia Of honorable gradu-
alton from the broadesS curriculum of
athletics, lacking full manhood only be-
cause of Slipson Cogleigh's persistent
generosity. perhaps prompted by that
Strange human principle which often
roots the heart of the physically helpless
to the physically brave and strong.
Leaning lovingly upon his arm, as they
both hung over the steamers rail intent
upon the colorful AZorean harbor scenes,
was a beautiful young woman, the bride
OF week. All the cheeriness and bright
ness which had come to Slipson Cogleigh
within the Drugget family prison, had
been bestowed by this one true little
woman, now Hester Drugget Forsyth,
the ''mainstay" whose loss Mrs. Drugget
had but a moment before deplored, and,
at last somewhat free from the domina-
ton OF the latter, deliriously happy in
the first consciousness of deliverance and
possession.
"By George, Hetty, that's a glorious
scene" exclaimed Bob heartily.
"Glorious? l should think so. Why,
it's perfectly heavenly, Bob. Wasn't
Mr. Cogleigh just grand and good to give
us such a wedding trip?'
"He was never anything else, Hettv.
Deserves better fate" This with ges-
ture al his head toward the watchful
group behind. "Confound it! I've some
times half notion to run away from
them with him myself"
"Let'sI Oh, let's, Bob. That would be
just lovely. I'm going right over and
tell him SO nowf'
"Why. you precious little goose, you'd
have the whole pack on US and on him in
minute"
"Weil, Pm going to thank him again,
anyhow"
You've done that a thousand times
already, Hetty."
Don't care. Pm going. Come on.
Bob"
And with this she broke away from her
proud young husband who struggled
laughingly after her, cloud of anxiety
SeltllDG upon his FACE as ne glanced at the
group OF relatives already craning their
necks toward his impulsive little wife,
who had bounded like child 10 Slipson
Cogleigh's side.
"Bob says L shan't, but l shall. There,
now"
'.Shan't what, Hetty?''
"Shan't thank you again and again
and again for the lovely trip you have
given US. But l shall. and kiss be-
sides.'
Here her lips came rousingly against
Slipson Cogleigh's forehead, ouce, twice,
thrice, as she fiuttered over him needless
of retinue or passengers. Then her
plump little hands pressed his thin
checks caressingly and she burst forth
radiantly with:
s'Y ou re just the best man that ever did
live, whatever anyone says. There,
now. YOU'RE not going to die, either.
There, now. You're just going to live.
There, now. Well get you over to Fur
nas-won't we. Manoel?-and we'll just
rub you day and night. There. now"
a kiss. .We'll just souse and souse and
sonse you in those horrid hot sulphur
baths. There, now.' Another kiss.
"And WE'LL Just chuck you in that horrid
hot sulphur mud until every ache and
pain in your body is gone. There,
nowi'
The little woman, hereupon realizing
that the passengers were becoming in
tensely interested, and that the quartet
of watchers were already upon their feet.
ran away as impulsively as she had
come, Bob rejoining her and mildly ex-
postulating, Hetty all the time shaking
| her head in defiance at those who might