The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-12-05

whom he had loved and trusted, anu
by whom he had been ~ wOfully de-
ceived.
1T is not too kate for final arrange
ments, however" says C~arbyne, quite
testify. hurt, though he would rather
have died than acknowledge 1t, by
the young mans want OF sympathy.
The title is yOurs-must come TO you
The money shall follow it-now! II
was to be hers, and | thought to ce-
ment title and fortune by Il marriage
between you two, but she put an end
to all that" He is speaking rather III
C~ohercntly, and Dalrymple glances at
him apprehensively, but the old man
rallies out of the weakness into which
grief and humiliation have thrown
him.
You hear?" he says sharply. "A
marriage between you and her is all
over now"
Yes, all over" says %Dalrymple,
coldly.
she has chosen to cast herself
adrift from her family; She shall,
| there, sink or swim by herself. I'm
done with her. still beating idly on
the table with his tinger-tips. "HOne
with her, | tell you. The money |
meant for her shall now be yours.
Yes, every penny. Title and estates
| should join. | leave you ALL tinging
out his Withered hands rs If in repu-
diatiUn Of the girl who has forsaken
him.
Il wouldn't touch it if | were dying
Of starvation" says Dalrymple, pas
| %siOnately. Good heavenSi you talk
Of her as if she were dead. She
| will"
she is dead"
"She is not. She will come back
some day. 1t is some childish freak
Of hers. You mistake her, sir. There
is great warmth in that strange heart
of hers, and though angered now by
your threat and my stupidity" he has
hong ago told Lord Carbyne Of that
last angry interview with her, omit
ting all suspicion Of her tendreSSe for
hartford. the hour will come when
we shall lear from her-knOw through
her Of her present abode"
IF you can believe that, Noel. and
still feel kindly toward her, | confess
you are not kin TO me in thought ut
all events" says Lord Carbyne fierce
ly. IF ut this moment she is in good
case, and a permit Us to endure the
tOrmentS of suspense TO which We are
a prey, she is a iend rather tEan a
woman"
The old mans sudden exhibition Of
feeling is 4 revelation to nalrymple.
You care-so much, them he says,
staring at Carbyne in Il sort Of Won
derment.
"Care-carer' Lord Carhyne raises
himself and looks straight at Dalrym-
pie with a curious expression in his
aged eyes. Hear me, once for all"
says he. she was the apple Of my
eye. The last of the old stock-the
child Of my one child If | wal H.
kind TO her, God forgive me. l shall
never forgive myself. Noel, / annot
dispossess myself OF the belief that
she is dead. | dream of her nightly,
and always, in whatever attitude l see
her, death is on her face"
"Pshaw! dreams are worthless"
says Dalrymple, with impotence that
SayOrS OF fear.
They may be; yet those children Of
an idle brain Ofttimes come true. l
miss her." says he, with a mOurnful
toss Of the head; her laughter; her
little mutinous ways, her music. She
was music itself" He pauses. Il
shall not see her again ends be in q
prophetic tone.
Dalrymple is silent. The elder mans
ann Is SO sad, 10 assured of evil,
that 1T cuts him to the heart and turns
the dread that he has been fighting
with all these foul long weeks into a
terrible certainty.
You are going up to town to-mOr-
row" questions Lord Carbyne, pres
entity.
"Yes-Lord John wired Inc to meet
him at Morley's-some business mat
ter, / think, connected with his COM
ing marriage with Mary Sylvester"
Il thought she had put II on"
Yes; she Is in great distress about
Nelly. But, of course, that sort Of
thing Is folly. The world" bitterly,
'cannot stand still because one little
girl is missing. Sir John and all her
friends are persuading her to keep to
the original date"
Right, right.' says the old man,
yet he looks, If possible, more de
pressed. II is 80 far better a thing
b a people should feel with Us. than
for us!'
II don't think, however. that Mary
will be persuaded" says Dalrymple,
kindly, who understands him, and the
small pang that has pierced his heart.
"Eh? YOu think not? She Is a
good girl" says Carbyne, gratefully.
when. you see her-my love to her.
And tell her" with an effort, that
sent her word to give up waiting. 1t
will do no gOO6-none.'
"You are in a morbid mood. sir"
says Dalrymple. You lose heart In
too stubborn n fashion,
Yet it is with small heart that he
himself meets AmOry next day; 80 de
spondent, indeed, Is his mood, that
that kindly young a racks his brain